Fast Transmigration: This villain is not simple

But Zhi Yuan is very optimistic about Chen Qi, because he is ruthless and sober.

He will never be merciful because of the blood relationship between the demon king and him.

"Senior Sister, don't worry, no matter whether Chen Qi wins or not, there will inevitably be great turmoil in the Yaozu. Anyone with a brain knows that the Yaozu at that time was unable to fight against Shuiyunzong."

Zhiyuan nodded in agreement.

indeed.

Zhiyuan saw what Chen Qi did after returning to the Yaozu through Wuyou, and sighed again and again.

Chen Qi first dragged Chen Zheng from Shuiyunzong all the way back to the Yaozu, without giving him food or drink. The euphemistic name is: "Bitter his mind, starve his body."

When the demon king saw his son who hadn't returned home for a long time appear in front of him in embarrassment, let alone feel distressed.

"Come at me if you have something to do, don't hit my son!" The demon king looked at Chen Qi angrily.

However, the white-haired young man looked familiar.

"Okay, then you tie yourself up, and I will drag you."

The demon king was silent.

It hurts to see his son's clothes are all in tatters.To change him, he felt that he was not good enough.

Besides, he is an old bone, at most Chen Zheng will suffer a little bit of flesh and blood, if it is him, he will lose his life?

"What? Old man, don't you feel sorry for your precious son?" Chen Qi looked at the Demon King sarcastically.

He always puts himself first.

"Cough, tell me! Who are you? Do you know that this is my demon clan's territory?"

"Of course I know, about who I am, tsk, let your son talk about it."

Chen Qi stepped on Chen Zheng's butt all at once, making him scream in pain.

"Father, he is... Chen... Qi!"

Chen Zheng endured the pain and finished speaking, hoping that Chen Qi would turn his face away.

"What did you say?" The demon king really didn't hear clearly.

Chen Zheng's voice was too low, even lower than that of a mosquito.Chen Qi kicked hard, and Chen Zheng's painful forehead was sweating.

"Chen Qi!"

The demon king looked at the white-haired man beside him in disbelief.

These eyebrows, these facial features, do resemble him so much.

"Qi'er? You're back? Daddy misses you!" The demon king wiped away tears that didn't exist. "Why did you go to places like the extreme north without making a sound? Dad has been looking for you for many years, but he has not found you!"

Chen Qi watched the Demon King's performance quietly, unmoved.

The demon king acted for a while, and found that he only touched himself, so he shook his sleeves embarrassingly.

"I haven't seen you for so many years. Your acting skills have really improved."

"Chen Qi, let your brother go first. After all, you are brothers, and there is no deep hatred."

"Of course he did. He bullied and humiliated me, and drove me to the extreme arctic ice sheet. Don't these mean anything to you?"

Chen Qi didn't care about his brothers, and besides, Chen Zheng wasn't his brother either!

"What exactly do you want?" Seeing Chen Qi's reluctance, the Demon King asked him helplessly.

"What do I want? I want your life and his life."

Zhiyuan watched the fight between Chen Qi and the demon king. The secret method Chen Qi practiced could freeze the land within a radius of ten miles.

On the ice field, he is the master.

"It seems that Chen Qi is expected to take the position of Demon King!"

Wuyou peeled the orange for Zhiyuan, and raised his eyes to look at Chen Qi a few times.

"That's it, he is still far behind Lord Shangshen!"

Zhiyuan chuckled lightly, and flicked Wuyou's little head.

"Your mouth is getting sweeter!"

"hey-hey."

Zhiyuan turned off the screen, and went out for a walk a little bored.

Ji Nanzhou broke through retreat, and the little apprentice and Xu Sizhu also reached the critical moment of breakthrough. The master went to give something to a friend, and she was the only one who was idle.

"Senior Sister Zhiyuan, someone outside the sect wants to find Song Xiran, and they say they are her relatives."

A disciple from the outer sect hurried over and happened to bump into Zhiyuan who was walking towards him.

"Oh?"

What's up?

"It's a man, about the same height as Senior Brother Nan Zhou, and he's dressed extremely gorgeously."

"I see, go get busy."

Zhiyuan walked towards the Zongmen, and about 20 meters away, she saw a man in white clothes standing there with a folding fan behind his back.

"Master Shangshen, this is the second elder brother of the heroine, the second son of the current Holy Master, Song Xiwen."

Song Xiwen saw Zhiyuan approaching, and quickly saluted Zhiyuan in a gentlemanly manner.

"Hello Master Immortal, I'm looking for Song Xiran."

"Xiran is in seclusion. This deity is her master. If you have anything to do, you can tell this deity."

When Song Xiwen heard that Yuan was Song Xiran's master, his attitude became more respectful.

"You are Immortal Master Zhiyuan, right? Xiran has to take care of you these days."

"Should be."

"Next time, I came here mainly because of my grandmother's birthday. I came here to ask, can Xiran go down the mountain to celebrate my grandmother's birthday?"

"can."

After seeing off Song Xiwen, Zhiyuan stopped by the small town at the foot of the mountain for a stroll and bought some pastries.

The little apprentice is in seclusion, and there is no one to cook for her to satisfy her cravings.

"My lord, how long are we going to stay here?"

Wuyou also finds it extremely boring, because this world is full of spiritual power, and it is afraid that the villain will notice its existence, so it seldom appears directly in front of Lord Shangshen.

"It's only a hundred years."

Accompany him for another hundred years, accompany him to become a fairy.

In the world of cultivating immortals, without accident, they can live at least ten thousand years.

But she can't be with him for thousands of years.

"Then what reason are you looking for to leave?"

"I don't know."

Zhiyuan smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

Every time this separation becomes more difficult to accept.

"Okay, don't mention this when I'm happy, it's still too early to separate."

Wuyou feels sorry for Zhiyuan, others only have to go through the pain of life and death once, but Lord Shangshen has to go through it many times.

Ji Nanzhou successfully broke through the Void Refinement Stage, and reached the same level as Zhiyuan.

"Junior brother is very powerful, it only took more than two months from transforming gods to refining emptiness."

Ji Nanzhou's ears were reddish.

He worked hard to cultivate in order to be able to stand in front of her, not for her to deal with danger.

"Still not as good as Senior Sister."

Zhiyuan took out an unattractive sword tassel from the Qiankun bag and handed it to Ji Nanzhou.

"Hey, it's for you, isn't it pretty?"

Ji Nanzhou took a closer look at Jiansui, it was the simplest style, and it was a little crooked.

"Looks good, is this sword tassel made by senior sister herself?"

"Yeah!" Zhiyuan said with a smile.

She is not very good at manual work. After making twenty scraps, she finally made one that was barely readable.

"Thank you, Sister."

Ji Nanzhou liked this Jiansui very much.

Wuyou looked at the scraps next to it, and put them away neatly, and they couldn't be thrown away. These were not ordinary scraps, they were all made by Lord Shangshen himself... scraps.

"Senior sister, the sun, the moon and the stars are the mirror, and the ground is covered with red makeup, how about I marry you?"

"Well...how much do you give as a bride price?"

"All I have, all for you."

"Okay!"

The two disciples of the suzerain are getting married!After a hundred years of Shuiyunzong, it finally ushered in another great event!