Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

"It hurts, it hurts, little You'er, let go quickly, ah! It hurts so much. Doesn't Little You'er love me anymore? I actually spoke for that kid. It's so sad, so sad, the kind that can't be coaxed," You Ming tilted his head. The head, exaggeratedly performed the role of a cold and cold male god, and instantly turned into a croaking monster.

Jiuyou's face suddenly turned red, and he cursed damn Youming in his heart. He could just talk about it in private, but he was going to die if he spoke so openly in public.

The ashamed Jiuyou dragged Youming away from the scene of the death quickly.

Fu Ling'er looked at the pair flirting with each other in a funny way, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Looking at Bai Yu, he also had an expression that he was accustomed to. It was too late to be happy after being promoted. Who cares what You Ming's foul mouth said.

"Hey, Sister Ling, I have advanced to the ninth level. If I break through again, I will be a super beast.

oops! I never thought that in just two years, my cultivation level could rise so fast. It seems that it was right to follow the master and Sister Ling to start a career. Thank you, Sister Ling, and thank you, Master."

"Haha, you kid is talking a lot right now. Is your only cultivation level increased? I think your mouth is quite naughty."

"That's all what Sister Ling taught me. Hehe! Sister Ling, you said that I would be a magic chef in the future, right? Of course a magic chef must have a mouth that can taste all the delicacies in the world,"

"...Uh, you're not right. The best delicacies in the world will come from you. Come on, I'm optimistic about you, really?"

While the two were still chatting, Wan Qiyuan had already rushed to Fu Ling'er and looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Yuan, congratulations on your successful promotion. How about it? Do you feel better about the strength of the powerful Immortal Master?"

"That's true, Ling'er, do you want to consolidate your cultivation?" Wan Qiyuan's "sequelae" from just being promoted made him exhausted.

"Come on, it's the same old rules." After saying that, the two of them flew up into the sky.

The disciple who had been paying attention to them came over and asked Bai Yu, what are the hall master and sister Ling doing? Going out?

"Just watch. This is the custom between Sister Ling and Master. They will discuss each other after each promotion. They have achieved the goal of consolidating their cultivation, so there is no need to make a fuss."

As expected, the disciples were not disappointed. Almost instantly, there was the sound of spiritual energy colliding in the sky, as well as the sound of fists hitting the physical body. What followed was a massive wave of spiritual power. They can be affected even though they are so far apart, which shows how fierce the two masters fight with real swords and guns.

Fortunately, the Immortal Island was as stable as a mountain, without any tremors. The disciples below raised their heads and nervously watched the fight between the two masters, while admiring the excitement of the fight. They couldn't help but cheer for the two masters.

"Ouch! It hurts. Will this palace master show mercy? Is it really okay to be so cruel?" A disciple looked up at Wan Qiyuan and punched Fu Ling'er with his fist, making a dull sound.

"Sister Ling will not lose. Look at that fist, Sister Ling fought back without even dodging."

The disciples sweated for the Hall Master and Sister Ling and at the same time cheered for this wonderful fight.

The sun rises, sets, and sets again, and the competition high in the sky comes to an end. Wan Qiyuan and Fu Ling'er then drifted down to Lingyuan Pavilion. Both of them were a little messy and looked very embarrassed, which showed how intense the first battle between the two newly promoted immortals was.

"Ling'er, are you injured? I just stopped, show me quickly," Wan Qiyuan took Fu Ling'er by the hand and checked whether she was injured.

"You underestimate me too much. You can see that your punch didn't cause any harm to me, which shows how successful my body conjoined body was." Fu Ling'er stopped Wan Qiyuan from raising and lowering his hands to see if it wasn't for his face. The anxious look couldn't be faked, and she suspected that he wanted to take advantage of her.

"Really?"

"Well, of course it's true. Look, I'm not really alive yet."

"That's good, Ling'er, you're fine, but I'm fine. Look, I'm bruised and purple here. Ling'er, why don't you show me. It hurts." Wan Qiyuan confirmed that Fu Ling'er was fine. After that, they started to cause trouble secretly.

"Haha, okay, come on, let's go in and take a look," Fu Ling'er heard that Wan Qiyuan's tone was wrong, he immediately narrowed his eyes and smiled maliciously, and then dragged the person into the inner room, ready to take a look. enough.

"Ouch, Ling'er, be gentle, it really hurts. Why don't you rub it for me..."

"..." Bai Yu, who was about to come over to share the joy with his master at the door, immediately put down his hands and raised his hands. He came at the wrong time!

The breeze is slightly warm, and people's hearts should not be dry, but should be calm.

oops! Where is his Bai Yu’s wife?

Bai Yu came back feeling disheartened. He might as well go find his friends. It seemed good to make them envious.

Early the next morning, Wan Qiyuan appeared in the main hall. Tang Jian, Zhao Pengcheng, Yan Qinglan and others had been waiting here for a long time.

"I've met the palace master. Congratulations on your breakthrough and coming out of seclusion," everyone congratulated in unison.

"Now that you're interested, how is everyone doing lately?"

"Thank you, Master, for your concern. All is well with my subordinates."

"That's good, will anything happen while I'm away?"

"Back to my master, everything is as usual in Qiankun Palace, except for the past few days..."

The next step was for Tang Jian and the others to report to Wan Qiyuan what had happened in the Immortal Island in the past few months.

An hour later, Wan Qiyuan came out of the main hall and went to see the old ghost again. He drank tea and chatted with the old ghost for half an hour before leaving.

"You came back so early? Is everything okay? No trouble happened in the auction houses?" Fu Ling'er was tinkering with the wooden cards on the table when he saw Wan Qiyuan coming in and asked.

"Well, everything is as usual. What are you playing with?" Wan Qiyuan walked to sit opposite Fu Ling'er and picked up a wooden sign.

"Huh? Isn't this the wooden card that was great when fighting in Wanling City?"

"Well, that's it. Didn't you forget that the Millennium Secret Realm is about to open? It will be in the middle of next month. Let's set off by the end of this month at the latest."

"I haven't forgotten. So have you decided who to send? Just seven brands."

"Huh? So I have to think about it carefully. Hey? Do you think there are any restrictions on the Thousand-Year Secret Realm? For example, cultivation, age, etc. It seems that most of the restrictions in the secret realm have these requirements."

"I heard that Yuchi Yuanyao said that there is a limit on the number of people. It seems that there is no limit on the cultivation level. If that is the case, then of course the higher the strength, the better."

"Then it's easy to handle. It seems that this candidate's cultivation level can be higher. I'll ask Uncle Nian tomorrow if he wants to go?"

"Uncle Nian? He probably doesn't want to go. He doesn't seem to have been exploring anywhere for many years."

"Let's ask first and then talk. Including the two of us, there are still four places. How about letting the disciples who are promoted to Immortal Lord compete? The top four will go?"

"Haha, isn't this the most basic way? Let them do it on their own. Anyway, there will be results by the end of the month."

"Okay, that's it? I'm really looking forward to who will win in the end?"