Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

Drink tea and listen to music?

It is possible that she likes this, but after so many years, every time I see her, she is drinking tea and listening to music, so she must be used to it.

"Hiss!" Hua Qingyi clenched his fist with one hand and hammered the palm of his other hand: "Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be quite difficult..."

While she was deep in thought, she passed by a teahouse and heard people telling stories inside, so she thought for a moment and stepped in.

"Sir, how many people would like to have tea?" a short cat in a blue T-shirt asked her.

"one person."

"Please come this way." The cat led her to the private room on the second floor.

After Hua Qingyi sat down, she placed the egg on the stool inside and patted it gently: "Sister is here to take you to listen to the book. Please appreciate it for me. Then call Hua Yu to come and see it. She will definitely be interested."

After that, she ordered some snacks and ate while listening with great interest.

However, when she finished speaking and turned around to chat with the egg, she found that the stool was empty.

"Where are my eggs?" Her heart sank and she stood up suddenly: "Who stole my eggs?"

Looking around, she found no clues and became anxious. "Boss! Where is the boss?"

......

Half a day later, she walked out of the teahouse with a depressed look, looked up at the sky, and couldn't help crying: "Wow... I lost my brother and sister..."

So she repeatedly searched for suspicious people in Lingyao City.

However, when he just walked near the Jingwu Arena, he saw a young man holding a familiar egg in his hand and looking at it.

"My egg!" She glared at the young man and with a sweep of her magic power she knocked the man far away. At the same time she used her magic power to hook the egg back.

She glanced at the man on the ground indifferently, cursed him as an egg thief, launched another attack, and left with a cold snort.

Xuan Zhengqing was looking at the things he won from fighting with others in the Jingwu Arena, but he was suddenly attacked by someone.

The attack was not light, but it was enough to show that the opponent was a spiritual demon whose strength far exceeded his. He was no match for him and could only watch the opponent walk away.

He stood up, holding his chest, and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips: "I didn't expect that there would be robbery in the streets of Lingyao City, and it was an old senior with profound cultivation. The world is really going downhill..."

"Are you okay?" A group of girls gathered around, looking worried: "Little Immortal, are you injured?"

They have been watching Xuan Zhengqing's fighting skills at the Jingwu Arena for many days in a row. His graceful figure and handsome appearance have attracted many beautiful spirit monsters.

Now that they suddenly saw him injured, these little spirits couldn't help but come forward to comfort him.

"This is the healing elixir from our Lingyao City. It will be good for your injury." A young girl handed over a bottle of elixir.

Xuan Zhengqing took a half step back and looked at them, shaking his head: "Thank you very much, but I won't accept the gift without any merit, you should keep the things for yourselves."

The girl pursed her lips, took back the pill in dismay, and asked, "Did you offend Hua Qingyi in some way?"

Xuan Zhengqing frowned, and paused as he was about to leave: "Hua Qingyi?"

"Yeah, I heard that she is a guest of the Spirit Demon King. She is not easy to mess with."

Xuan Zhengqing took a deep breath and brushed his clothes vigorously. He originally wanted to go to the judicial department of Lingyao City to report the case, but he didn't expect that this person was actually a guest of honor of the Lingyao King.

Thinking that reporting the case would at best just smooth things over, I just gave up and suffered this loss in silence.

He silently memorized the man's appearance in his heart, thinking: When he becomes powerful in the future and meets him again, I will definitely give him the same treatment he used!

Not long after, Xuan Zhengqing left Lingyao City.

The demon race is recognized as the most powerful race. Now, with the same level of cultivation, the demons are no match for him, and can even surpass him by a small margin.

After returning, it became easier to fight with the spirit cultivators of the same level, as if he had turned on the easy mode.

It just so happened that it was not long before the martial arts competition was about to start, so he returned to the Shenxiao Sect as if nothing had happened.

As a result, as soon as he returned, his master punished him to kneel in front of the cave.

"You've really become very capable! How dare you leave the sect?" His master waved a long whip in front of him, and it was obvious that he was very angry.

Xuan Zhengqing carefully glanced at the barbs on the whip and couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end.

He didn't know what he was thinking of, his eyebrows drooped immediately, and two tears fell: "Master, I was wrong..."

"..."

The master looked at his most valued disciple, who had a resolute expression but a slightly wrinkled brow, showing a rare sense of grievance and fragility. It seemed that he really knew he was wrong.