the first god

Chapter 8 Onlookers
Ma Yunteng pursed his lips and always smiled just right, less dishonest and more fake.

He continued to listen carefully to Xiao Xian'e's heartfelt words, and stared at her rosy lips that were still nibbling oranges to show his attention and respect.

He was thinking about something of great value.

The thing about cheating and stinging.

Perhaps, his golden-fingered grandfather is not a system that is not too tasteless now (because the smash value is soaring, it is not like scouring wool, but like cutting leeks), nor is it a mysterious old monkey, but this look When she got up, she swept Xian'e in an inconspicuous manner.

Perhaps, the value of scouring wool does not necessarily require him to scoop it himself.

Ma Yunteng looked at the mud gourd he held in his left hand, and then looked at the scroll of the Book of the Heavens and the Book of God and the Lingyuan Bell in his right hand.

The priority is to...

Well, not refining a space to hold these chaotic treasures, but...

"Master, these stones are starting to sink..."

As Xiao Xian'e continued to eat the oranges, she shouted in panic, "This is also a swamp below? Why didn't it sink before? The reason for that boulder? The boulder can float... ah, floating mud?"

Ma Yunteng said calmly: "What are you waiting for, take out your immortal sword, Yu Jianfei leaves here..."

"Oh……"

After Xiao Xian'e finished eating the last piece of orange flesh, she quickly took out a simple and exquisite giant sword and threw it to Ma Yunteng.

"Master! Next!"

It turned out that the immortal sword of Tianyuanmen was also in charge of this little fairy.

No wonder he felt something was wrong at first. Tianyuanmen is a sect of immortal swords, and he should have his own immortal sword.

It was actually in the hands of this little fairy.

Then, his personal storage space storage bags are also in the hands of this little fairy?

His outer robe, middle robe and inner robe are all in her hands too?

Ma Yunteng suddenly felt that this fairy sword was really familiar.

Isn't this the Yuanheng sword that he used in his first life?
"I'm afraid my Ying'e sword can't carry the two of us, but the Yuanheng sword, which is still in charge, flies faster."

Orange Fairy's words confirmed his memory.

Before he ascended, he passed the Yuanheng Sword to the next head.

Unexpectedly, it has become the exclusive sword of Tianyuanmen's successive heads, maybe it is the token of the successor head.

At Ma Yunteng's direct request, Xiao Xian'e gave him an extremely pocket-sized wrench.

Well, his personal storage space.

He felt a little surprised, it's okay to wear this wrench, why do you want this little fairy to take care of it?
She can even lose the Lingyuan Bell, and the sect and even the head of the sect will be handed over to her. Sooner or later, will she lose it?

With a little doubt, Ma Yunteng and his apprentice finally set off before the small stone sank into the swamp.

After flying into the air, the Yuanheng Sword really deserves to be the sword of Tianyuanmen, flying fast and steady.

Ma Yunteng, who has not used the aura to fly with the sword for more than 100 years, is very uncomfortable.

He felt that it would be safer and more comfortable to add a protective cover to this sword.

Without a protective cover, you are flying in an open-top plane.

He would never have dared to take an open-top airplane more than 100 years ago.

However, there is a small problem.

This is obviously a single-person convertible plane, why does he want to share a plane with Xiao Xian'e?

It's a bit crowded.

This fairy sword is too crowded.

Ma Yunteng endured the discomfort and continued to fly aimlessly in the sky.

Because the two of them don't have the fairy map of Ling Vulture Island.

Orange Fairy will not use [Thousand Miles Mirror] [Ten Miles Mirror], she will only use [Three Miles Mirror].

Ma Yunteng was reluctant to consume spiritual power and damage his soul.

Because the original owner of this flesh body used a spell that was extremely damaging to his soul, which caused his soul to be reborn into another world.Presumably the situation at that time should be extremely critical. The two big brothers who killed Ma Dajun were both old-fashioned immortals, and they were extremely ruthless. It seemed that they were determined to cut down the grass and root, and completely cut off the thoughts of their own daughters or sisters.

He is not in a hurry to find the unworthy disciples who have long since left the sect to go it alone, and will give priority to wandering and enjoying the charming scenery of this floating island.

Since life in this life can't last long, why bother to worry about it?

"Master, look over there, it seems that someone is fighting, shall we go and watch?"

Ma Yunteng twisted half of his neck.

Not to watch people fight, but to watch Xiaoxian'e.

As expected, Xiao Xian'e was eating oranges again.

The small lips were moisturised and extraordinarily red.

He wiped his neck.

A drop of liquid landed on his neck.

Is this orange juice or orange spit?

Ma Yunteng's neck was numb.

Cleanliness is at work again, making him uncomfortable.

As the head of a major sect, it seems that she has lost her status as head of the sect by publicly punishing and punishing Xian'e within the sect.

"Sect Master, will that person be crippled? Such a handsome son of a fairy family, what a pity..."

The bright red lips moved rhythmically with the mouth movements of chewing and swallowing, while spitting out a crisp and delicate voice.

Ma Yunteng endured the discomfort caused by cleanliness, retracted his gaze, followed the direction Xiaoxian'e pointed, and said indifferently: "What a pity? It's not your Taoist companion."

"Oh... It's a pity that he is disabled at a young age. He may encounter an unmarried Daoist mate who breaks off the marriage, or may be abandoned by a married Daoist mate... It's a pity that he has a good appearance."

"What else is there to regret?"

"Oh, the ancient tree that was knocked off by him just now, I'm afraid that it will be cultivated to perfection in a few days, but it was hit by him and broke its spiritual root, I'm afraid it will not be easy to continue to cultivate. Alas, what a pity!"

"Although this handsome young man was also knocked out by those two strong men, he was not the culprit who broke the spiritual root of the ancient tree, but he also has to take some responsibility. If he is not beaten here, then the ancient The tree won't suffer from such an innocent disaster..."

"How about you?"

"Nothing...just a little emotion..."

"Then let's go!"

"Okay!" Xiao Xian'e happily agreed, and then continued to eat another big orange.

Ma Yunteng instantly went black.

In fact, he had already used the majesty that a leader should have to signal that he was a little thirsty and wanted to eat an orange to quench his thirst.

But this little Xian'e answered him plausibly, the former treasurer of Tianyuanmen—she, the senior sister, once promised that all the oranges in Tianyuanmen would belong to her. She has already sent out nine large oranges today, and she is not enough. After eating, the head master should be more sympathetic to her difficulties.

Ma Yunteng, with the wool-shaving system, once again tried the difficulty of whipping wool.

It's just an orange. If he encounters a fairy orchard on the way, he must store more oranges in case he needs it.

Ma Yunteng was silent, he waited for her to ask for oranges eagerly.

Hey, not far ahead, there seems to be the fragrance of fairy fruit.

Xiao Xian'e, who does not have a "thousand-mile nose" and only has a "three-mile nose", will definitely not be able to smell it.

Why don't he go out of his body, pick some, smash it directly in front of her, and then ask her if she is surprised.

(End of this chapter)