The sense of weightlessness hit, Duan Qiu dazedly called the sword, but the sword seemed to be blocked by something, and it couldn't fly at all.

At such a high distance, even if there is a spiritual root, it will be half-crippled.

Duan Qiu hurriedly opened his eyes to find Ling Qingxuan, and with a sway of his body, he lifted the front of his clothes, and he seemed to be held by someone.

Duan Qiu raised his eyes in confusion, only to see Ling Qingxuan stepping on the spirit sword and holding the clothes on the back of his neck in one hand.

Although I feel that my sister is saving my life, his posture is too ugly!

After a short stay, Ling Qingxuan carried him to the landing.

Duan Qiu fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and quickly took out the mirror to straighten his clothes, "Senior sister, what was that just now, demonic energy?"

Ling Qingxuan slapped her on the back of her neck with a slap, and Duan Qiu almost urinated.

Senior sister is so cruel to herself, this slap should not be too loud.

Holding that thing, Ling Qingxuan pulled it in front of her eyes, and then unfolded it.

‘Little guy, do you like this gift? ’

It was written in red on a black note.

Ling Qingxuan directly threw the note on the ground and smashed it.

Duan Qiu: ...Senior sister seems to be very angry now, should he speak?

"Who?" The footsteps in the mountain increased, and several people rushed out.

Duan Qiu looked over and was startled.

This purple-brown costume is the symbol of Tianxuanmen disciples.

The leading woman held her sword and stepped forward, pointing directly at Ling Qingxuan, her eyes filled with disgust, "You have demonic energy in you, are you a demon cultivator?"

Lingjian disappeared at some point, Ling Qingxuan looked at her without saying a word.

[Host, this is the heroine of the plane, Zhuo Zhenger, a person with top-level Yin Ling roots. 】

Yin Linggen, in fact, is the talent that can combine with a man to produce a strong spiritual root bloodline. There are very few women with such a talent, so it was given such a name.

The man behind Zhuo Zhenger frowned and stepped forward, holding down her sword, "Zheng'er, look closely, this is just a five-year-old child."

"The magic energy just now is..." Zhuo Zhenger still did not withdraw the sword.

"Yes, it's a demon cultivator." Duan Qiu waved his hands to attract their attention. "A demon cultivator attacked us just now. It is estimated that he noticed you and ran away."

Zhuo Zhenger was dubious, "Who are you?"

Duan Qiu sorted out his clothes and introduced himself, "We are the disciples who went to Tianxuanmen to exchange and exchange this year."

The man next to Zhuo Zheng'er suddenly realized, "Is it Duan Qiu and Shangguan Ling?"

As a senior brother, he still knows the quota for this year.

"Are you Shangguan Ling?" Such a good-looking girl should be named after that.

Duan Qiu smiled and said, "My name is Duan Qiu." He pointed at Ling Qingxuan, "This is Shangguan Ling."

Zhuo Zheng'er and the disciples behind them were all surprised, "How come, Feiyunmen is afraid of losing its disciples, so is it a child they just found from anywhere?"

"No matter how you look at it, you are a child, how can you be a disciple of Feiyun Sect."

Duan Qiu walked to Ling Qingxuan and pushed Zhuo Zhenger's sword away, "Our Linger is so cute, please don't scare her with a sword."

Zhuo Zheng'er was displeased.

Senior brother pulled them aside, "This title was drawn by Immortal Venerable himself. They should not cheat, but they didn't expect their disciples to be so young."

"Senior brother, since we met when we went down the mountain, why don't we go back with them?"

Zhuo Zhenger refused directly, "No, I don't like those two people."

The senior brother made a decision and said, "Well, let's stay together for the time being tonight. If everything is okay, we'll take them back together."

Zhuo Zhenger gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

Tianxuanmen has become the number one immortal door in the world. Every year, many people want to squeeze their heads in, and the status of those who were originally in the immortal door has risen.

Zhuo Zheng'er and Senior Brother are the eldest in this group.

Ling Qingxuan looked at the ground, and the place where the black note disappeared just now was slightly charred.

It should be the magic energy it carries.

That guy really wants to get rid of it, don't be sneaky if you have the ability.

"Senior sister, I have to tell you something else when I get there, but don't let them doubt your identity." Duan Qiu whispered.

Feiyunmen's disciples didn't know much about Ling Qingxuan's identity, but they basically put her in the strong rank.

Duan Qiu knew that this was their immortal sect's business, so he didn't want them to interfere.

Ling Qingxuan nodded slightly, "Don't call it Ling'er, change it."

"Hmm... Xiao Ling Ling?"

Duan Qiu, who was caught in the sight of death, immediately changed his mouth and said: "Then little junior sister, you don't care about this generation anyway."

Hmph, senior sister is really too much, only the headmaster is allowed to call it that.

After they discussed it over there, they brought the conclusion over.

Duan Qiu agreed, "It's okay, it's still early anyway, it's the same as you."

Senior brother saw Duan Qiu's pretty appearance, his face was reddish, he nodded and said, "Then let's find a place together tonight."

Zhuo Zhenger watched the interaction between the two of them, her brows darkened.

That night, the group found a safe space to burn the fire.

Many male disciples from Tianxuanmen brought some small things over, Duan Qiu took all the orders, and even showed off to Ling Qingxuan, "Senior sister, look, I'm really popular, you said that after I arrived at Tianxuanmen, would I be? It will suddenly become the door flower over there~”

Ling Qingxuan leaned against the tree and said, "It's possible."

Tianxuanmen's hug was on the other side, and Ling Qingxuan's eyes paused slightly.

There were two male disciples who didn't come over just now, and the rest of the female disciples were chatting with Zhuo Zhenger and didn't even look here.

She always felt a little weird. When she wanted to take a closer look at the two male disciples, Duan Qiu put his head close, "Senior sister, can I give you an idea, they want to hold you to sleep~"

"can not."

Duan Qiu snorted, "You are small and soft, hugging me will definitely make me die happy, you are treated differently, obviously hug the sect master, but not me, am I not more handsome than the sect master? Are you young?"

"Hold on."

Even if she held it, the original owner had held it before, and she was not the original owner, so whoever dared to hug her would kill anyone.

Thinking of the breath around her neck last night, Ling Qingxuan patted her neck again.

"Senior sister, take it easy, I'm really afraid that you will accidentally snap your neck off."

Inside Tianxuanmen, there was a faint sound of low laughter.

Zhuo Zheng'er warmed her hands and looked inexplicable, "Who laughed just now?"

The disciples shook their heads, "No smile."

In the dead of night, the fire was slowly extinguished, restrictions were placed around the open space, and outsiders would be reminded when they approached.

Duan Qiu was sleeping soundly against the tree, and he had no image, and on the other side of Tianxuanmen, they were all sitting upright...

At this moment, a figure slowly got up, and he lowered his head, unable to see clearly.

Zhuo Zhenger pursed her lips lightly, aware of the coldness, she just opened her eyes, her mouth was tightly covered.

The man who did it had a heavy breath, and his other hand clamped Zhuo Zhenger's two hands.

"Senior Sister Zheng'er, I like you. Can we both cultivate with me? I want you to give birth to my child."