People in the Chilou come and go, most of them gather near the Sword Stele Forest. There are almost 170 people in total, all of them are pure sword practitioners. The total number of monks who come to see the Kunlun Fairy Fate Conference is naturally thousands. , But the sword immortal accounted for a small proportion, and the rest were either resting in Yunlou or retreating in other places of Kunlun Palace.

Even if the Chilou is vast, it can gather hundreds of sword fairies. The atmosphere here is also very uncomfortable. This is not a library. Although it is quiet, it is more like a weapon room. Every sword fairy has a strong sense of existence and is similar. Reprimand, even if people talk very happily, they still care too much about the environment.

So when someone stepped into the Chilou angrily, the chattering sword immortals all looked at the front door together. The person who came was Sheng Yan, and a few shy disciples and disciples were next to him. Of course, the pro-disciple Qing Ningzi also In it.

Qing Ningzi looked into the depths of the red building and saw the sluggish Lu Zhengkang and the trembling little demon flying squirrel on the wine jar.

She closed her eyes and thought that something was really going wrong this time.

Lu Zhengkang saw Qing Ningzi from a distance. She was wearing a simple brown robe with a lovely appearance. He walked over naturally, ignoring everyone around him, and even stared at him, to some extent, Also his mother-in-law.

"Qing Ning'er, you are here." Lu Zhengkang held the wine jar and just smiled at her.

Qing Ningzi gave him a look, but it was really useless to an absent-minded person. Lu Zhengkang didn't think she was suggesting some kind of crisis, but instead felt that she was playing a game similar to eyebrows. He also blinked at Qing Ningzi.

Sheng Yan has already gone out of anger. She is a naive person, even if it is because of her own oath, she must remain naive. In short, she is a person who can't hide her words.

"The swinger, did you lie to my disciple's heart?"

Qingningzi was embarrassed when he heard this, "Master, A Lu and I are willing."

Lu Zhengkang just continued to blink, tilting his head and making faces. The little demon flying squirrel couldn't stand it, and he covered his face, curled up and stopped moving.

Zhen Sheng Yan sullen his face, "How come you, an unfamiliar little debt collector, turned your elbow out in front of the master?"

The cultivators around maintained a decent integrity, and they didn't openly watch the excitement, but they all kept their ears erect.

Qingningzi felt embarrassed, so he said softly, "Master, so many people are watching, the disciple will go back and confess his sin to Master."

Sheng Yan akimbo, "You still know how shameful you are! Do you know how much Master is worried about you. Sending you a letter, but still shirks, I am afraid that the Kunlun Palace group of Taoist priests full of bad water kidnapped you! She squinted her eyes and turned to look at Lu Zhengkang's qi, "Weird junior, so weak, Little Lime, what do you think of him?"

Qing Ningzi said nothing, trying to cool the topic down.

However, Lu Zhengkang seemed to wake up. He finally faced the real person Sheng Yan. Speaking of which, he and the most outstanding sword immortal of the Qinglian Sword Sect had two encounters unexpectedly, once with Fu Daozi wandered around the brothel, his divine intent fluttered, and through an infinite induction, he had a meeting with Sheng Yan's sword intent. The second time was when Chi Tian established the Dao.

But at that time, he had three heads and six arms, and each face was superb, which was very different from the appearance of his body now.

Furthermore, after his soul body has been reshaped, the Qi machine does not have the original taste. Therefore, the real person Sheng Yan only has a sense of sight, as if he had seen this person before, and he did not recognize it.

Fortunately, he didn't recognize it, otherwise Lu Zhengkang would have to suffer today. Although he can read files, he can't avoid trouble, and his work in recent days has been in vain.

"Are you Qing Ning'er's master?" Lu Zhengkang put down the wine jar and said deeply, "Mother-in-law is here, and he is worshipped by my son-in-law."

With a sigh of relief, the people present couldn't bear the humor, and couldn't help but laugh.

Qing Ningzi pinched the bridge of her nose, not knowing what to say. Several of her colleagues were also snickering beside her.

Sheng Yan was taken aback for a moment, "When did I admit that you are a slumber, such as Nong, who is most likely to lie to a little girl, don't call me mother-in-law, and I'm not Little Lime's mother-in-law."

Lu Zhengkang was dull again, bowed, very humble, very useless, and very faceless. He seemed to be bowing like this until Sheng Yan really agreed with him and Qing Ningzi.

This kind of behavior was secretly laughed by the sword fairies around him because he was constrained by etiquette, without a single iron spine.

Qingning Zi pursed her lips, she walked out and knelt in front of Sheng Yan, "A thousand mistakes are made by disciples who have not followed the rules. Let the master punish him. Alu is a gentleman of Chichen. I have agreed with him that he will not Will be separated."

Sheng Yan frowned, "You are just joking as a swear, you have never suffered from the master. Don't kneel, in front of so many people, you just fell on the face of my Qinglian Jianzong."

Others repeatedly said: I dare not dare.

Qing Ningzi whispered, "Master calms down his anger."

"Why am I not so affectionate? You know, if you swear this oath, you must abide by it. You and him will never be separated. Look at him. He has only a small amount of Qi training and weak mana. A person who can accompany you to the elderly? The practice is plagued with disasters, and the years are arduous. You really failed Master’s teachings by making such a vow.

Qing Ningzi whispered, "The disciple does not regret it."

"The kid doesn't regret what he said, and those who haven't experienced it are not allowed to say such things." Sheng Yan squatted down and gently rubbed his disciple's head, "Little fool. Get up, the master still has to test this kid before he can rest assured. Listen. Say he is a swordsman genius who has encountered Kunlun Palace once in a thousand years?"

"It's just a polite remark from colleagues." Qing Ningzi did not move, still kneeling down.

The people around were a little uncomfortable walking out, but there were also good people who said, "The deer Daoist is really the person with the most swordsmanship among the disciples of the Kunlun Palace. He has comprehended all the skills of the Chilou sword stele. A few people can have this kind of savvy, and their talents are so high that they are enviable~lightnovelpub.net~ He and this green fairy are also a match made in heaven, Sheng Yan must not be a villain who beats a mandarin duck."

True person Sheng Yan glared at the man, "My little apprentice, of course I have to take care of you. You people only know how to pull the sideline!"

As a result, others will no longer speak in anguish.

"Shen Xuzi, you are the most sensible child in the equinox mountain. You can compete with this kid what is the means. He is weak in mana, and you must not use force to overwhelm others, just look at his swordsmanship level."

"The disciple obeys." A white and pure man walked out of his maiden family, staring at Lu Zhengkang who was bowed, and bowed to see him. ."

Lu Zhengkang's consciousness took the time to come back to take care of his body, and hurriedly gathered Qing Ningzi, gently patted her back, "I am here, everything is mine."

The two straightened up together, Qing Ningzi lowered his head, not daring to look at Master's expression, but he didn't know that Sheng Yan's eyes were dumbfounded.

Lu Zhengkang took a look at the polite Xunzi in front of him. This person also created the top-grade golden core, which is estimated to be the third-grade level. Although he is hopeful of immortality, he cannot compete with the contemporary Tianjiao. This person will in the future. It is the middle-class of martial art, but that's all.

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Fight sword, that's good, then fight sword." He took the wine jar, gently untied the mud seal, held the jar and raised his head, took a sip of the newly brewed Five Elements wine, In an instant there was a strong and clear wine mist, and there was also a strong light. The mana skyrocketed, almost reaching the level of the alchemy period, and the red horns in the sleeves rang, the sword roared, and the sword gas reached nine days.

"The third disciple of the 25th generation of Kunlun Palace, the sword weapon he is holding, is polite!"

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