"You said that the seventh elder of Piaomiao Huan Mansion failed to survive the tribulation and ran to our Tongshan Gate to recuperate. What's the matter with us who have to treat her like an ancestor."

"The elders in the Qi Practice Realm are unique in the Immortal Cultivation Realm. It's such a big joke!"

"The Seven Elders practiced the passionate path, and showed mercy everywhere. The day before the tribulation, they were broken off by ten male cultivators.

This laughing stock in the world of immortal cultivation is not only ashamed, but also heard that Ling Yujun was coming to Tongshan Gate and dragged his remaining limbs and sick body to crawl over to wait for him.

Lingyu Jun is a powerful person in the out-of-body realm and is also the elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect, the first sect in the cultivation world. He came here for our young master. Is Wen Yi able to stand up to it?"

The whispers of mosquitoes and flies drifted into the house with the wind, and the breeze gently rolled up Wen Yi's light green robe.

Wen Yi's fair and jade-like face faces the light, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, her red lips and phoenix eyes, and her curly eyes are tender and smiling at the ends. Everyone is affectionate.

The owner of this body is the seventh elder of Piaomiao Fantasy Mansion in Zhongzhou.

Although three days have passed, Wen Yi still feels like a dream.

Three days ago, Wen Yi failed to ascend to the tribulation and was reborn by chance in the original owner of the same name and surname.

The original master's cultivation level was only a foundation-building realm, he was a waste who was despised and ridiculed by others in the pile of beautiful women, and a negative teaching material for the cultivation world.

Wen Yi practiced the path of sentient beings, and his cultivation reached the great perfection of the Mahayana realm. When she ascended, she peeked into the secrets of heaven and found that there were countless people who ascended the three thousand great paths, and among them, the chances of ascending the path of ruthlessness were much higher than that of other paths.

The way of heaven does not give the immortal opportunities of the sentient beings monks, and they all become powder under the thunder tribulation.

"The ruthless way stops killing and violent stops violence." Wen Yi looked at the sky with a firm look, "The path of sentient beings cannot be understood, so I will practice the path of ruthlessness. If someone comes, I will wash up."

The maid holding a washing utensil came in one after another and carefully dressed up Wen Yi.

Wen Yi looked at himself in the bronze mirror, exactly the same as himself before.

The girl's fair and flawless face was blushing, her eyes were blurred, which made her heart beat faster and her emotions were fascinated.

The maid next to her had a thin redness on her ears and cheeks, and her eyes were straight and her ears and cheeks on her eyes were full of rosy redness on her eyes. She was already crazy about her.

The Seventh Elder is so beautiful!

After serving Wen Yi for so long, their hearts were beating like a drum for the first time. The deer in their hearts were bumpy, and they were a little confused and had the idea of ​​spending a good night with them.

The maid asked, "Where is the elder going?"

Tongshan Gate is the subordinate immortal gate of Piaomiao Fantasy Mansion. For thousands of years, it has been able to survive in the world where demons dance around.

A few years ago, Qingyao, the young master of Tongshan Gate, was treated by Qingyan Sword Sect leader, and accepted him as a registered disciple. Tongshan Gate's status rose and developed a strange intention. He wanted to leave Piaomiao Fantasy Mansion and join the Qingyun Sword Sect.

A few years ago, Tongshan Gate borrowed a magic weapon to concentrate the mind and energy from Piaomiao Huan Mansion.

The original owner came here to recuperate and wanted to get back the magic weapon.

Wen Yi did not answer, so she pushed open the door and walked straight towards the treasure pavilion.

"Chi——"

A sound of cry fell from the sky, and Wen Yi raised his eyes and looked up at the sky.

Through the layers of clouds, only a white figure was seen looming in the clouds.

The man wore a jade crown on his head and was in a clear figure. Behind the flying white brocade robe was a Pisces picture, with a word "green" flashing on the picture.

Wen Yi strode to the treasure pavilion and found that the place was crowded with people. Everyone stretched their necks and looked up, looking forward to some big shots coming.

"Seventh Elder, what did she do here?"

"Who passed on the time when Lingyu Jun came to Tongshan Gate to her? Didn't you tell me it over and over again!"

"The Seventh Elder licked Lingyujun for five or six years. The dog's nose smelled the smell. Is it necessary to say?"

"Say a few words, the Seventh Elder looks bad."

"Will she dare to take action in front of Qingyun Sword Sect?"

Everyone's eyes were filled with contempt and disdain. Even if the vassal in the Qi training realm was not respected by the elders. No matter how powerful the Piaomiao Fantasy Mansion is, it is comparable to the Qingyun Sword Sect?

What's more, their young sect leader is the favorite disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect leader!

"Wen Yi, Senior Brother avoids you, and he has avoided you so much. You are actually sticking on it like a dog skin plaster." A flash of light, a pretty female cultivator stood in front of her, with a disdainful sneer on her face, "A thick-skinned face is as thick as a city wall."

"Ba—" He was mocked by his subordinate sect disciples one after another. Wen Yi raised his hand to slap Qing Yao in the face, "Who is he? Is he worthy of me?"

This slap stunned Qingyao, her face turned red and she looked at Wen Yi in disbelief.

Wen Yi admires her senior brother. Even if she is ridiculed, she will definitely break her teeth and swallow her blood. Today she actually hits herself in front of her senior brother!

"Is the Seventh Elder so arrogant and domineering to bully me, Qingyun Sword Sect, no one?" A cold and alienated voice sounded from behind Wen Yi.

Wen Yi turned around and faced the male cultivator's eyes.

The long wind blows the white robe of Fengyujun, his handsome facial features are as cold and hard as ice that has not melted for thousands of years. A red sword pattern between his eyebrows makes his face look like jade, making him look spotless.

A sneer flashed in Qingyao's eyes, and she said that it was not for the sake of the senior brother, everyone was going to stick it on!

"I also said that it was not for Lingyujun."

"The Seventh Elder's eyes are almost growing on the Immortal Lord!"

"Young Master Qingyao is Lingyu Jun's junior sister. The seventh elder did not kneel down and apologized and said he would not have been there."

Ling Yujun looked at Wen Yi walking towards her, worried that she would throw herself into her arms as pretentiously as before, and her eyes were filled with disgust, and then she pinched her hair.

Once the thermometer approaches, it will bounce dozens of feet away.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wen Yi, waiting for her to apologize in a low voice and watch her laugh at her.

The thermometer approaches step by step.

Everyone was ready to ridicule.

However, she didn't even look at her beloved Lingyu Jun and walked away without looking sideways!!!

What's going on?

Everyone was incredible.

"What's going on? Elder Seven has fallen in love with her?"

"Haha, I'm going to play hard to get, Lingyu Jun doesn't take such a trick."

Qingyao looked shocked.

Ling Yujun frowned, he didn't take this little trick seriously.

While everyone was stunned, when Wen Yi opened the door of the Treasure Pavilion to summon the magic weapon of Piaomiao Fantasy Mansion to gather spirits, everyone suddenly realized that the Seventh Elder was really not coming for Lingyu Jun, and everyone was sighing.

Lingyu Jun was shocked and very surprised.

"I am here to get the spirit gathering tripod of Piaomiao Fantasy Mansion, not for any cat or dog." Wen Yi held the spirit gathering tripod, "Qingyao, I am the elder of the main sect of Tongshan Sect. Not to mention slapping you, even if you kill outsiders, you can't blame me."

After being ridiculed in public by Wen Yi, Qingyao's face turned pale and her face was burning and painful.

Qingyao looked at the spirit-gathering tripod in Wen Yi's arms.

This spirit gathering tripod was a serious injury and a sharp decline in cultivation ten years ago. He dragged his body and sick body to the main sect. It has the effect of gathering spiritual power and has endless magical uses.

It is said that it can silently improve the realm of a monk in a short period of time, but no one has succeeded, and over time it becomes a legend.

Half a month ago, the elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect escaped from the dangerous secret realm. His realm fell and he needed to gather the spirit and concentrate his mind and energy.

The Spirit Cauldron has been in Tongshan Gate for many years. Qingyao is the young master and has long regarded it as a treasure in his pocket.
Chapter completed!