Cultivation Things, I Am the Heroine

"What's the matter with me? Who dares to touch me now?" Yan Qingyang said with a bright smile, "brother Zuo, hurry up, my father told you to go back quickly! He wants to see you. "

Zuo Ting's eyes brightened: "master asked me to go back. Alas, why didn't you say that earlier? I thought master was still angry with me. You wait, it will be ready soon!"

After that, Zuo Ting straightened up and said, "hurry up, hurry up, I wake up. Why are you so slow?"

People of moyunzong swarmed into the air and walked clean in the twinkling of an eye.

Left pavilion under the Panther, a black panther's head: "black, go down to work!"

The Panther suddenly went down. Just in a moment, he became huge, almost as big as Moyun mountain. He raised his head and screamed, stepped on his feet, and roared. Moyun mountain was razed to the ground.

Smoke and dust everywhere, Yan Qingyang and zuoting rushed to the sky.

"By the way, what can I do for you, master?" Zuo Ting suddenly thought of something and asked.

Yan Qingyang turned his eyes, approached zuoting and said, "elder martial brother, my father said that Mu Tianhe is too hateful. I want you to beat him up."

Zuo Ting brushed the dust with his sleeve, and his face broke down immediately: "you lied to me, master is still angry. He asked me to beat Mu Tianhe. How can it be? Mu Tianhe beat me almost! Younger martial sister, I think I'd better go back later. "

Yan Qingyang's heart moved. Zuoting had already passed through the period of robbery. In Qingyun, there were few people who were higher than him. How could he not beat Mu Tianhe? It's clear that Mu Tianhe is just the cultivation of the spirit.

Without understanding the matter, Yan Qingyang turned his eyes again and said, "I'm not afraid, elder martial brother Zuo. I'll beat him with you! Where is that Mu Tianhe? "

"LingXiao palace!" Zuo Ting blurts out. Suddenly, he realizes something is wrong.

"You..." Zuo Ting looked at Yan Qingyang carefully, "eh? By the way, younger martial sister, why do you always talk about Tianhe? It was because I told you these three words that Shifu drove me out. Ah, I know. You cheat me and say, how did you get out? How could master let you out alone? "

Zuo Ting suddenly realized.

Yan Qingyang understood that she couldn't ask any more. She looked at Zuo Ting contemptuously: "do you want to go or not, OK, the word has spread, I'm gone!"

After that, he rose to the throne of the Golden Lotus and ran away.

It's too late if you don't run!

Zuo Ting had come to his senses and cried out, "Hey, come back to me!"

With a wave of his big sleeve, the pale blue sleeve stretched out in an instant, like a pale blue lightning wrapped around Yan Qingyang. However, the next moment, Yan Qingyang's body turned into a little smoke and disappeared in an instant.

"Thousand fold phantom?" Zuo Ting frowned.

This is a skill Yan Wenshan got a long time ago, but he didn't practice it. Zuo Ting tried it, but he didn't succeed. He didn't expect that Yan Qingyang could practice it successfully in a short time.

If the cultivation of thousand fold mirage is successful, it can be transformed into a separate body, which can be driven to a distance of thousands of miles. It can talk with people, but it can't fight. If it does, the separate body will disappear.

Just now, he clearly stopped Yan Qingyang, but Yan Qingyang's figure turned into smoke and dust, which means that it is an illusion.

Yan Qingyang must have a premeditated plan. She came to ask Mu Tianhe about the news. Zuo Ting's heart sank, and his face turned bitter in an instant. After that, he made a mistake again. When she went back, the master had to punish himself.

However, why does the younger martial sister always want to inquire about Mu Tianhe's news?

Zuo Ting is thinking about everything here. Yan Qingyang has already left. She just used the thousand stacks of mirages. After she finished using them, she got the news she wanted. After a short rest, she immediately set off for LingXiao palace.

On the way, she met the disciples of Moyun sect. They were all inspired when they heard about LingXiao palace.

"By the way, what are we going to do? We can go to LingXiao palace. LingXiao palace is the only sect that can compete with Tianmo palace. Isn't it always popular in Qingyun world that there is Tianmo palace in the South and LingXiao palace in the north? LingXiao palace and Tianmo Palace are always incompatible. It's just right for us to go there!"

"It's easy for you to say that LingXiao palace is just like Tianmo palace. It's very difficult to get in. All the people who get in are extremely talented. If I could get into LingXiao palace, I would have entered it long ago, and I would go to Moyun sect, the third rate sect?"

Yan Qingyang and they inquired about the direction of LingXiao palace, and directly flew to the north from the golden lotus throne.

All the way, she felt the weather was getting colder and colder, and finally came to the foot of Lingxiao mountain.

At the foot of Lingxiao mountain, there is a city called LingXiao City, which belongs to LingXiao palace. Originally, it was just a small town. With the rise of Lingxiao sect, it has now developed into the largest city in the north.

It's the most convenient place to get information about LingXiao palace.

Yan Qingyang handed in the immortal stone, took the curtain to leave and entered the city.

Lingxiao city is a city made of white jade. There is a road paved with jade in the middle, which is extremely wide. On both sides of the road are decorated merchants, such as magic weapon shop, spirit beast shop, material shop, Fu Zhuan shop and so on. It's very lively. Monks come and go in an endless stream. It looks more magnificent than Moyun city and chiyun city.

Yan Qingyang was walking along the road. He walked slowly all the way. When he reached a section of the road, he suddenly heard a burst of cheers. Yan Qingyang looked up and saw a high-rise building made of white jade on the left side of the main road. It had about three floors. The windows on the upper floor were open. You could see what the people inside were talking about. Some even applauded. She saw the gate. There was a plaque on the high door, which said "Juxian teahouse". Is it a good place? It's the most convenient to inquire about things. Yan Qingyang gave a pause, turned around and entered the Juxian teahouse. She went directly to the second floor and saw many people sitting in it, almost all of them monks, mostly around the spirit, and some monks in white clothes. In the middle of the second floor, there is a middle-aged man in white who is talking about something. Everyone is listening attentively. The second floor was full. Yan Qingyang hesitated for a moment. She couldn't go up to the third floor, but there were few people on the first floor. The second floor was the best place to ask for information. She looked around again, and then she set her eyes on one person. In fact, it's not right. She just thinks that person is looking at herself. That person is dressed in white and has a natural bearing. He also has a white curtain on his head. The curtain falls down and looks at Yan Qingyang from afar. He was sitting by a window at this time. He was the only one on his desk, and there was a vacant seat. They looked at each other. The man nodded slightly at Yan Qingyang and pointed to the position beside him. Yan Qingyang understood, so he walked over and sat opposite him. Then he ordered a pot of fairy tea“ This Taoist friend, "the man said," I think we are very predestined. You see, you are black with black veil, I am white with white veil, one black and one white, one male and one female. It's a deep fate