Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Looking at this scene, Ling Luo suddenly had a strange feeling in her heart.

Why does she feel that the owner of Hehuan Pavilion seems to be following Jianlong's eyes and following Jianlong's command?

Her name is the Patriarch of the Low Dragon?

It has only been three years since Jianlong Wusha broke the void, that is to say, Jianlong has entered the alchemy stage.

Theoretically, within the sect, the status of the patriarch is higher than that of the head of the sect.

The Land of Immortals is a world where the weak prey on the strong. Only the strong and weak are the ones who respect the strong. It's that simple.

Xuanhua, the owner of the Hehuan Pavilion, is just a manager in the foundation building stage. How could she be qualified to practice both yin and yang with Jianlong?

The god cultivators of the foundation building stage should practice double cultivation with the god cultivators of the foundation building stage, and the god cultivators of the alchemy stage should double cultivate with the god cultivators of the alchemy stage. This is an iron rule that cannot be broken.

Ling Luo's heart was full of doubts.

She faintly felt that everything that happened now was gradually connected into a net.

When Chu Ye heard that it was Long Prison who was left behind to take the fifty thousand-year-old elixir, he almost lost his breath.

That is to say, for the next month, not only will he treat this man who has an affair with his wife and make him a green cloud as a guest of honor, but he will also meet him every day!

"Okay, that's it." Xuanhua, the Pavilion Master of the Hehuan Pavilion, didn't give Chu Ye any chance to repent, and said loudly, "The reclining has been achieved, and this Pavilion Master has been bothering you, Sect Master Chu, for a long time, so I will leave here. "

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand, and all the disciples of Hehuan Pavilion dispersed with her, riding the flying magic weapon, and left the sphere of influence of Qionghua Sect.

On the square in front of the Qionghua Palace, only Qionghua Sect disciples were left looking at each other.

Jianlong caressed the folds of the purple-gold robe, looking very contented, walked slowly to Chu Ye's side, stretched out a hand, patted his shoulder lightly, smiled, and said: "Hey, Sect Master Chu, how does it taste? Isn't it great?"

Chu Ye suddenly raised his head, his eyes burst out fiercely, and stared at Qianlong: "You..."

He suddenly realized that this man in the alchemy stage called Long Prison seemed to be deliberately finding fault with him.

"Hahahaha." Qianlong smiled triumphantly, his red-black eyes narrowed into the shape of crescent moons, "Yes, you are not mistaken, I am here to trouble you on purpose."

Chu Ye was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

But at this moment, he dared not speak out.

The big hand on his shoulder was so hot that he felt that his shoulder bones were about to be melted.

At this moment, if he made a slight move, the other party could take his life in an instant.

This is the strength gap between the alchemy stage and the foundation stage.

But at this moment, the ancestors in the Qionghua Sect who are at the alchemy stage are all closed in the door, and the far water cannot dissolve the near fire.

There was a hint of playfulness in the red dragon's red eyes, and he leaned closer and whispered in his ear: "Chu Ye, I tell you, many people have never forgotten the insane things you have done. Ling Luo She is by your side, and she is going to come to you for revenge soon, be sensible, wash your neck, and wait for her to kill you."

Chu Ye's body trembled heavily, and he just fell to the ground like a mountain that collapsed in an instant.

His face was pale, his lips had completely lost their color, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.