Chapter 1371 God Stick (1)

When there are many people, the people who come to visit the shrine can block the streets in the vicinity of the manor. The black and white ones look very spectacular.

Ye Qingyi, who concentrates on cultivation, has no knowledge of this matter.

On the other hand, the emperor, after learning of this image, passed on the news that the immortal reincarnation of the immortals in their country, and told the people that they were building the fairy pavilion for the immortals. It will not take long for the immortals to personally preach in the Yuanguo people.

As soon as this news came out, the people in the Imperial City were even more boiling. The news did not take long. In addition to the imperial city, it spread to the whole country, and the "pilgrimage" came to the imperial city.

After the Emperor swallowed the "longevity medicine" given by Ye Qingyu, the white hair of his horns was much less. This made the emperor firmly strengthen the immortal in the heart of the country.

Do not hesitate to throw a heavy gold, to create a fairy pavilion for Ye Qingzhen, but also to inform the ups and downs of the country, the immortal must be respectful, if there is offender, you must marry the nine.

The emperor's hands and feet are also fast enough. Xu is to give Ye Qingyi a good offer. He can ask for more elixir, but in half a month, Xiange has already been built.

That Xiane Pavilion is 100 meters high, and it looks like a towering cloud. Its interior decoration is extremely delicate.

On the day of Ye Qing’s celestial court, the emperor was in accordance with the specifications of the emperor’s ascendancy, and attracted the people of the city to worship.

Ye Qingying stood on the top of the fairy pavilion and looked at the people on the ground below. The heart was quite complicated...

But at this moment, the God of Vientiane, floating behind her, is a lazy opening: "Congratulations, the second mission is completed."

Although it is a congratulation, but in the tone of the **** of Vientiane, there is no congratulatory joy.

Ye Qingyi looked at the two nebula points that had just arrived, and the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching.

Two missions, three points of nebula points...

Looking at the number of exchanges in the Starry Pavilion, Ye Qingyi can't wait to take the foot of the Vientiane God from the fairy pavilion.

I have seen the trick, I have never seen such a trick.

She is not counting on the nebula points, but the aura of this world comforts her wounded soul.

"Imperial people, the people are grateful to the immortal grace, I do not know that the immortals can be in front of the people, revealing the face." The emperor panted and climbed the fairy pavilion, seeing the wind and standing Ye Qing, and said.

Before Ye Qing entered the Xiange, the emperor was deeply afraid that the immortal would not like to let the ordinary people look at the face, and the special people would bow down and not look directly.

Ye Qingxuan thought that she would stay in this world for a while, but she didn’t say anything. Then she gave her a slight glimpse. Then she flew up from the window and flew straight out of the fairy pavilion. The volley was suspended in the crowd. Over the top of the head.

Just a fly, the city up and down, seeing are sincere and fearful, the sound of shock is endless.

"Ah! Immortal!"

"See the immortals!"

The people are passionate.

Ye Qingyan raised his hand and took out a bottle of water in the space ring. The fingertips were under the micro-elastic, and some raindrops fell.

The people who had been smashed in the ground, completely boiled, looked up, and carefully greeted the rain and dew that the immortals had lowered. After drinking, they were even more satisfied with the rising of the sky.

Ye Qingqi, "..."

The water, she is thirsty on weekdays, is the spring water that is picked up in the mountains, but she always wears it while she is practicing, and is slightly contaminated with some aura.

(End of this chapter)