"What is it?" someone replied casually, and the next second, the piece of paper in Qing Ling's hand flew out of her hand by accident, and landed in the middle of the camps of disciples of various sects.
, fortunately, he fell into the middle of a dense crowd of female cultivator disciples.
Someone picked up the blank piece of paper, waved his hand and started reading. The girls in the audience listened attentively, "The contract of sale... I, the son of the head of Xianling Mountain, Ling Bingxi, am willing to sell myself to the daughter of the head of Qingyu Mountain, Qing Ling."
As my husband, I promise to love her, love her, protect her, never let her down, and obey her in everything, as evidenced by my words, and by my fingerprints. Hereby - Lingbingsheng."
"What!--"
The girl cultivator who was reciting the script has been upgraded to a silly female cultivator. She was stunned in place, while the other female cultivators around her began to roar, and their shouts were loud. They all looked at Qing Qing on the stage in disbelief.
Ling and Lingbing attacked the two of them.
If looks could kill, then Qing Ling would definitely be stabbed thousands of times now, and Ling Bingsheng would also melt under the hot eyes of the crazy girls in the audience. No matter how iceberg he is, he can't withstand the scorching eyes of thousands of pairs of eyes.
Women.
The scene lasted for several seconds. The disciples of the Cultivation World in the audience became commotion, and the leaders of the Cultivation World on the stage were also surprised. On the high platform, the heads of the ten sects had different expressions, except Lingqin, the head of the Linghua Sect, who was surprised.
In addition to the strange expression on his face, the other heads were looking at the father of the person involved, the head of Xianling Mountain - Ling Bingchi, with a look of surprise and hesitation.
Ling Bingchi was over 200 years old this year, but because of his cultivation, he only looked like he was in his fifties. He received the gazes of the heads of various sects, blew his beard angrily, slapped the table, and stood up.
What is his Fairy Spirit Mountain? It is the largest sect in the world of cultivation. The inner disciples are all of high status, not to mention his own biological son, or his only son with outstanding talents, which is even more precious.
But one day, a piece of paper came to me, which said that my only son was willing to sell himself to a disciple of a little-known sect to be the husband-in-law. Moreover, according to the content of the paper, he still had no personality at all.
How could he accept such a shame and humiliation?
Ling Bingchi resisted the impulse in her heart, looked stunned, put on the same expression as when she made a bold and inspiring opening statement, and said distressedly: "This... document is fake, right?"
‘Crash...’ The audience in the audience fell to the ground. Who would have thought that Ling Bingchi, the leader of the largest sect in the world of cultivation, would actually say such a thing.
But after saying this, some people were stunned and had doubts in their hearts.
"That note must be fake!" a woman shouted loudly.
"Yes, yes, yes! It's definitely fake!"
"I think it's also fake. How could senior brother be tempted by a little girl?"
"That's right!..."
Just when everyone was despising and doubting him, the 'deed of sale' that was buried in the crowd was torn to pieces.
Someone said happily: "Now even if it is true, there is nothing left."
Ling Bingchi on the high platform also showed a happy smile, nodded, and was about to sit down.
At this time, Qing Ling on the stage smiled at Ling Bingxi, who was secretly relieved on the opposite side. He took out a piece of white paper from his sleeve, held it in his hand and shook it, letting the white paper float in his hand~
~"I'm sorry, I just got the wrong copy. This is the original copy. The previous one was a backup that I enlarged and printed out because I was afraid of losing it..."
Qing Ling's voice was clear and penetrating, and spread easily throughout the school grounds. Her slightly apologetic tone almost made the cultivators present and Ling Bingchi, who was blowing his beard and staring on the high platform, gasp out of breath.
Everyone's eyes moved, "Swish, swish, swish -" All eyes were focused on the hand of Qing Ling, a fourteen-year-old girl with a delicate face, outstanding temperament and graceful figure on the stage.
Ling Bingxi, who was standing face to face with Qing Ling on the ring, also moved his eyes and looked over. When he saw the handprints on the paper, his eyes dimmed instantly, as if he had experienced too many setbacks in his life, his face was pale and haggard.
It was unbearable. At the same time, the evil spirit emanating from the whole body made people dare not ignore it.
Qing Ling smiled lightly with a relaxed expression, looking at the 'Grand Master' on the stage who had been given the title that she could never escape.
"Son~ My Xi'er, you... tell your father whether what that girl said is true..." Ling Bingchi on the high platform couldn't sit still, if it weren't for the fact that everyone around him was from the cultivation world.
The boss of each sect in the country, he can't control everyone's opinions with his own strength. I'm afraid he has to fly down now, seize Qingling and block the source of the disaster.
Ling Bingxi lowered his head. Although he did not speak, his silence made everyone present guess what was wrong. Now everyone is waiting for Ling Bingxi to say it himself, so that this shocking news can be confirmed.