Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 97

High-ranking monks are afraid of thunder and death, and they are very reluctant to solicit karma from themselves.

Therefore, high-level monks rarely attack low-level monks, just like low-level monks, who have the ability, do not easily attack mortals.

Those junior disciples of Tianyinzong whispered intentionally, but the rest of the forces could clearly hear them.But the leader of the Tianyin Sect, with a smile on his face, let him go, and did not stop him.

The disciples of the Tianyun Sect were naturally not angry, as soon as they left the secret realm alive, they wanted to gear up and fight with the Tianyin Sect again.

There was that fiery disciple who had already jumped off the shuttle, and wanted to fight one-on-one with the Tianyin Sect to get back face for the extremely respected Shangshan Zhenjun.

"Go back."

Shangshan said indifferently, raised his sleeves, and swept those angry Tianyunzong disciples back to Chuanyunshuo, and at the same time raised his hand indifferently.

A life-and-death invitation to fight in gold letters on a red background landed on the flying magic weapon of the Tianyin Sect without warning.

The disciples of Tianyin Sect fell silent for a moment, and looked at their leader's elder with a face full of shame, deeply comprehending the meaning of misfortune coming out of their mouths.

These low-ranking monks should not be the ones to participate in the conversation between high-ranking monks.

They probably know that Shangshan is ruthless, but they don't know that Shangshan is so ruthless.

If you don't move, you are dead, if you move, you will die.

This life-and-death invitation to fight is a life-and-death battle between monks of the same rank and monks of the same rank.

But the face of a monk is important, if you don't accept it, you will be a coward. If you are cowardly, your mood will be unstable, and it will directly destroy your future practice.

"Shangshan, what do you mean!" Tianyinzong led the elder, his face was ashen, and his feet were a little weak.

The leader of the leader is an old-fashioned late Yuanying elder, who is nearly [-] years old.

"That's what you thought it meant. At noon the day after tomorrow, we will fight for life and death at Yintai."

Not long after he advanced to the late stage of Nascent Soul, Shangshan who had just reached the age of three hundred, his eyelashes were slightly retracted, and he got up and flew away through the cloud shuttle.

It's ruthless!

Under the clouds, the forces of all parties also wisely shut up and led their disciples back.In the cultivation world, the strong are respected, and the disciples of the younger generation who practice qi and build a foundation are all yearning and envious of the strength of Shangshan, and the female disciples are even more impressed by Shangshan's beauty and strength.

There are some female cultivators who always love to sketch the appearance of a wishful gentleman in their hearts, but after seeing Shangshan today, they know what the wishful gentleman will look like in the future, so there is no need to outline it again, and I am afraid that it will only be Shangshan .

"That kid Shangshan, tsk." Mu Sheng's tone was a bit sour, and he was a bit jealous. That kid Shangshan is always the one who attracts bees and butterflies everywhere.

"Beautiful heart is the prettiest thing. Master is beautiful." An Qingli hurriedly praised her.She was still standing on top of the cloud, beside Mu Sheng, and Patriarch Qi Xian, waiting for Patriarch Qi Si to return.

Patriarch Qi Xian stroked his long beard and looked at An Qingli with a smile: "You are a master and apprentice, you have a sweet mouth." In terms of appearance alone, Mu Sheng is far behind Shang Shan, and Shang Shan's appearance can be regarded as a class. The category of riding Juechen.

An Qingli moved closer to Mu Sheng, looked up at her master, and said calmly, "My master is the prettiest!"

Beauties are still in the eyes of lovers, not to mention that Master is more reliable than lovers. He gave her so many life-saving means and helped her escape from death several times. Being like a reborn parent is naturally more beautiful than Shangshan.

"Good apprentice! Good apprentice!"

Mu Sheng was very pleased, and repeated it several times in a row. In addition to being happy, he stuffed the fifth-level pill formula and the jade slip into a storage ring, pulled An Qingli's arm, and pressed the things into the safe with his own hands. Inside Qingli's palm.

An Qingli, who hadn't had time to study the fourth-order alchemy, was flattered, and hurriedly accepted the gift from her master. You must know that her other master Baiyao, who was nearly a hundred years old, only came into contact with the fifth-order alchemy. She is only sixteen or seventeen now At the age of [-], I received a gift from my master and master, of course I am extremely grateful.

"Thank you Master!"

An Qingli bowed slightly, and then hurriedly communicated to Mu Sheng: "Master, go back to Xiaojing Lake, this disciple also has something good to give you!"

"What good thing?" Mu Sheng asked via voice transmission.

An Qingli blinked, and proudly said: "Anyway, it's a good thing, let's go back to the sect and count it slowly."

Still counting slowly?Mu Sheng's brows were even more delighted, what his good disciple meant was that there were more than one or two good things.

Mu Sheng began to look forward to it.

Ancestor Qi Xian stared at the pair of masters and apprentices who were in high spirits, and said to himself, indeed, birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. This cunning and clever little virtue is worthy of being a master and apprentice.

The old glutinous rice dumpling turned into a few light spots and returned to Mu Sheng's side with a gloomy expression.

"what happened?"

Patriarch Qi Xian asked aloud, raised his hand to set a restraint to protect An Qingli, then grabbed her arm, and hurried towards the Zongmen.

The speed is too fast, one step out, it is tens of miles away, similar to a high-level spell that shrinks the ground to an inch. Although An Qingli is safe and sound during the restraint, she can't see the scenery along the way at all.

The scenery along the way, in her eyes, completely became a phantom, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness.

Is this the power of the cultivator?Taking a random step is like crushing a high-level directional talisman!

An Qingli, who built a small foundation, felt agitated in his heart. Although his strength was temporarily beyond his reach, his heart yearned for it.

"unlucky."

Qi Si and Mu Sheng followed closely behind. He had a ruddy and round face, but now it became more ruddy and radiant, but his tone was full of depression: "The old mother of Beiqiu is pregnant again."

"Pregnant again?" Patriarch Qi Xian sighed.

An Qingli, who was under restraint, listened with pricked ears.That sad autumn old mother has a cultivation base in the middle stage of the tribulation. With such a high cultivation base, can she still conceive and give birth?
You know, the higher the level of monks, the harder it is to reproduce, and it is the same for both male and female monks.When a monk arrives at Yuanying, it will be even more difficult for him to be an heir. If he wants to keep his blood, most of them have to rely on some spiritual fruits and spiritual plants.

Those spiritual fruits and spiritual plants are not easy to find, just like the high-level spiritual plants of the seventh and eighth ranks, they are difficult to find.

"No, she still has a stomach, let me check it with my spiritual sense." Qi Si was depressed, "I wanted to deal with that evil old woman, but she has a fetus in her belly, which is considered a human life, and it will cause trouble." Cause and effect, we can only give up temporarily."

"How can that old woman in sad autumn be so able to give birth?" Mu Sheng said, "That woman must have given birth to a mountain top. I heard that she had given birth to her two hundredth child a few years ago. Why is this two hundredth child?" One, also pregnant."

Two hundred and one?

An Qingli couldn't help but think of the secular world. Her father, who was in charge of childbirth, had almost a hundred children after ten years of hard work.

But her father, An Qihuan, is a male cultivator, so it's easy to have a baby, but Beiqiu's old mother is a female cultivator, and it takes a year to have a baby, so what's the matter if she can give birth?

Isn't he afraid of falling down because of giving birth to the realm of cultivation?
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