After several elders had left, Zheng Chenhe stared at Yun Qitian without squinting, "Long time no see, senior brother!"

Especially for the three words "elder brother" at the end, Zheng Chenhe also lowered his speaking speed. It seems that there is quite a deep meaning in these words.

Yun Qitian didn't want to see him. If it weren't for him, the demons would have annexed the Spirit Sword Sect by now.

Seeing that Yun Qitian was still reluctant to speak, Zheng Chenhe's eyes suddenly became bottomless and his voice was low:

"Should I call you Senior Brother, or should I address you as 'Master Demon Lord'?"

He actually discovered his identity!

Yun Qitian was shocked at first, but then he thought about it. Zheng Chenhe was the young master of the Yin clan. He had the ability to spy on other people's futures. It was not surprising that he could see through the identity of his demon lord at a glance.

Yun Qitian's tone was also extremely calm: "Since you have discovered me a long time ago, why didn't you expose me in front of the elders just now?"

If his identity as the Demon Lord had been exposed just now, those elders would never let him go.

Zheng Chenhe chuckled, looked at the dark red on "Xie Tian's" forehead that only he could see, and said thoughtfully: "If I tell them, they can capture you?"

More than ten years ago, Yun Qitian's true body was sealed under the Duan Nian Cliff by several sects working together. The strength of the elders of the Spirit Sword Sect alone could not resist him.

What Zheng Chenhe said was reasonable, but Yun Qitian was speechless for the time being.

After a long time, he slowly said: "Then what is your purpose of keeping me here?"

Zheng Chenhe didn't mince words, he looked towards the mountain peak where the mystery was, and said:

"Save Master!"

The words are divided into two parts.

In the Luling Pagoda on Buzhou Mountain, Lu Youyou, the little princess of the Spirit Tribe, has already treated Yan Ling as her maid.

"Qing Yanling, rub your legs for me!"

"Qing Yanling, help me put this frost flower into the vase!"

"Qing Yanling, bring me my Fusu Fairy Dress. This princess will wear this today!"

As a princess of the Spirit Tribe, Lu Youyou is used to opening her mouth and reaching out her hands when she comes to eat, and even when she calls Yan Ling to come, she is not polite.

Yan Ling had been the daughter of a sect leader for several years before. Although she did not receive any essential paternal love and maternal love, due to her status, she was respected by others and had never been ordered around like this.

If she were anyone else, she would have given up her career long ago.

But Yan Ling is different. Although she also has some opinions on Lu Youyou's actions, she knows that there must be a lot of benefits in the Princess of the Spirit Clan that are worth exploring. Once she feels comfortable serving this little ancestor, she will wait until she leaves Lu Ling Pagoda.

Are you still afraid of leaving empty-handed?

In just one day at Luling Pagoda, Yan Ling's storage bag had already been stuffed with a lot of things——

There are spirit-gathering rings that the little princess has had enough fun with and she no longer likes them, there are so many pulse-protecting pills that the little princess has no place to put, and all kinds of colorful talismans with different functions.

In addition to these external things, Yan Ling is also very interested in the rich spiritual energy here. When Lu Youyou has nothing to do, Yan Ling will also calm down and meditate, absorbing as much of the surrounding spiritual energy into her body as possible, which also contributes to

Made a lot of achievements.

Lu Youyou, who put on the Fusu fairy skirt, returned to her usual bored state, held her cheek and asked Yan Ling:

"Qing Yanling, tell me some interesting things about your human world!"

In the past, Brother Tian, ​​who often went to the human world, told her about it. In the years since Brother Tian left, she has never heard stories about the human world again.

"What kind of story does Your Highness want to hear?"

Yan Ling knew that once the story was told, the generous little princess would never be stingy with the treasure in her hands.

Life in the human world is rich and colorful, and even the trivial things in daily life are considered extremely interesting things here.

"Anything is fine, I listen to whatever you say!"

Lu Youyou is already ready to listen to the story.

The little princess actually had such a good temper. Yan Ling was surprised and started telling her stories.

Speaking of which, although Yan Ling grew up in the human world, he has hardly left the mountain since he entered the Spirit Sword Sect at the age of seven. If he had to tell, he could only tell the story of the secret realm that happens every three years.

Already.

It took about a whole morning for Yan Ling to tell Lu Youyou everything from the first time he stepped into the secret realm to the last time he encountered the turbulence of time and space in the secret realm.

Lu Youyou listened with great interest. After the story was finally told, she was a little tired and yawned and said:

"You've been talking all afternoon, it's quite hard."

At this moment, Yan Ling knew that what she was looking forward to was about to happen.

"But I see that the sword on your waist is not of high quality."

Lu Youyou's eyes naturally fell on the long sword that appeared many times in Yan Ling's stories. Not only was it not a top-grade sword, it was just a training sword held by the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect. Even a mid-grade sword

The ranks are all forcibly placed on the head.

"What kind of monster can you defeat with this broken sword?"

Lu Youyou curled her lips and took the initiative to take out the sword from Yan Ling's waist and threw it aside.

"I have a handful of good stuff here!"

Although the little princess is domineering, she is not unreasonable. She just threw away other people's weapons, so of course she will compensate Yan Ling——

With that said, he pulled out a long sword from his storage bag.

I saw that the blade of the long sword was not as straight as usual. It was unique in that it was winding and wavy like a snake.

However, the sword body and even the hilt exuded a chill, and even Yan Ling, who was born with ice spirit roots, could feel the lethality of this chill.

"It's called Snow Soul Sword!"

The Snow Soul Sword, as its name suggests, is snow-white from top to bottom. The blade emits a cold light and can also reflect human figures. On the hilt of the sword, there is a clear word "Snow" engraved on it.

Yan Ling fell in love with this sword at just one glance.

"Thank you princess!"

Yan Ling took the snow soul excitedly, and the palm of her hand was instantly invaded by the chill it carried.

However, the moment the coldness entered Yan Ling's bloodline, it turned into strands of spiritual energy and poured into her Dantian bit by bit.

Could this be the legendary fusion of man and sword?

As a sword cultivator, Yan Ling has naturally heard that the top level of tacit understanding between a monk and his sword is the integration of human and sword.

But it was clearly her first time seeing Xue Po, how could she have reached this point?

The chill from the Snow Soul Sword was still pouring into Yan Ling's body, making her feel even more timid.

Yan Ling couldn't believe that her familiarity with Xue Po Sword was actually innate!
Chapter completed!