In the core circle of the battlefield, where the Danxinmen of the Second Grade Zongmen resides, on a mountain peak behind, there is a rock protruding like an eagle spreading its wings. It is called an eagle flying stone. On the eagle flying stone, a figure sits there. This person is embroidered with red clouds on a white background. His close-fitting long dress, which outlines his long figure, is extremely strong, with snow-white silver hair, and looks about thirty or so in age, but there is a vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

He was sitting on the eagle flying stone, one leg bent, the other leg drooping in the air, and a wine gourd beside him.

Looking at the setting sun, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, reached out his hand to grab the wine gourd next to him, raised his head and drank, but there was no wine in the gourd, and he only drank lonely.

The white-haired young man shook the gourd and sighed.

At this moment, his eyes lit up, looking at the escape light flying from below, he smiled: "The wine is coming!" Then he waved at the escape light.

After a while, Escape fell to him, revealing the figure of a cute and lovely girl.

The girl was exquisite in figure, wearing a green dress, her hair tied into two ponytails, and when she showed up, she smiled at the young man, and a pear at the corner of her mouth was really pretty.

"Brother!" the girl yelled suddenly.

"What brother!" The youth stared, "Call Master Uncle!"

"Oh?" The girl tilted her head and looked at him, with a sly light flashing in her beautiful eyes: "Are you sure?"

The young man said with a stern expression: "You can't mess up your seniority, your father is my senior brother, of course you have to call my senior uncle."

The girl carried her hands on her back and stepped on the empty space with her foot on her back. She wanted to leave, and looked at the young man squintingly: "Then you can think about it, brothers can drink, as for the uncles...Where to stay cool."

"Sister Chan'er, you are really naughty!" The young man reprimanded solemnly.

The girl called Chan'er just snorted, and took her feet back and took out several wine jars from the storage bag. The young man hurriedly opened one, sniffed the taste, and raised her brows: "Good wine!"

I grabbed a few sips from the wine jar, burped the wine contentedly, and asked casually, "Why is this wine made? It's a bit old."

While pouring the wine she had brought into the youth's wine gourd, the girl said casually: "My mother buried the wine in the green bamboo forest."

The young man was dumbfounded and looked at Chan'er stupidly: "This is not your dowry? You are too courageous, if you tell your mother to know..."

Chan'er smiled: "If you don't tell, I don't tell, how can my mother know."

The young man looked at Chan'er with a tangled face, looked at his own wine gourd, raised his head and took a few sips, whatever he was, he was used to being beaten since he was a child. As long as he did not leave the battlefield of Lingxi, the old witch would never think about it. What about yourself...

"Brother, when will you marry me?" Chan'er pretended to drink and sat in front of the youth, asking with a serious face.

"Cough cough cough..." The young man coughed violently, wiped his mouth, and reprimanded the girl: "What nonsense? I'm your uncle!"

The girl tilted her head, and pointed her red lips: "That night thirty-two years ago, you kissed..." She didn't look big, but she was actually good at beautifying her face, and she couldn't tell her true age from the outside.

"Shut up!" The young man looked flustered, watching with a guilty conscience, "I told your mother to hear that, I am still alive? And at that time I was still young..."

At that time, she was only a few years old, fortunately she can remember so clearly, the past can't bear to look back!

"Then don't talk about it." Chan'er looked at the young man with a smile, and stretched out her hand to pull on her lips, as if she had her mouth sewn up.

The youth immediately got a headache. He had been with each other for so many years, and he knew the girl's temperament better. The more the other person looked like this, the more important it was that he hadn't said anything.

He sighed: "Just talk about it."

Chan'er smiled and said: "Then I said, you want to marry me!"

"Shut up!" The young man simply turned around, leaving his back to the girl.

"Are you not listening to the Jade Blood Sect?" Chan'er's voice sounded from behind.

The young man turned his head, his expression became dignified, his mouth squirmed a few times, and finally he said: "Are you going to be deposed? It's almost time to count."

Chan'er shook his head, his big eyes bent into crescent shapes: "The Jade Blood Sect may not need to be deposed."

"What do you mean?" The young man frowned. He hadn't included disciples in thirty years. The Jade Blood Sect was on the verge of being deposed. Two months later, the sect grade evaluation would begin. This evaluation cannot be interfered with by humans. The old man and the senior sister both supported it. Thirty years, the Jade Blood Sect has also slowly dropped from the first rank to the 9th rank, this time it is impossible to retain the clan name.

"I heard, I just heard that half a year ago, Tang Elder included a disciple, but he was attacked by someone on the way back, and then Elder Tang was forced to send him into the Lingxi battlefield. Now, this The little guy named Lu Yiye already has a fifth-level cultivation base, and is rushing to the Jade Blood Sect resident."

Before Chan'er finished speaking, the young man stood up, his face was full of shock and disbelief: "Is the old man accepting a disciple?"

"It seems so!"

"Where did the news come from, can you confirm?"

"I don't know where the source is, but now the news has spread, and many people know it."

"It spread?" The young man frowned and whispered: "No!"

Speaking like this, the whole body was wrapped in a layer of sword light, and he went away.

"Remember to marry me!" Chan'er yelled from behind, there was no answer, and snorted: "If you are in a hurry, don't ask about the next position."

With that said, he still sent a message to the youth, explaining in detail the information he had.

The next moment, a stern shout came from the front: "You are not allowed to leave the sect without an order, Li Baxian, what do you want to do, ah!"

The voice screamed and fell downward, not knowing what happened.

On the Yingfeishi, the girl named Chan'er also stood up, pondered for a moment, and muttered to herself: "Holy Flame Cult, Jinyun Tower, Bailian Valley, which one should I go to? Forget it, I'm too lazy to think!"

Looking left and right, there was no one. She took off one of her embroidered shoes and threw it into the sky. When she landed, she looked at the position of the toe of the shoe: "This direction, Bailian Valley? Then go to Bailian Valley."

Saying this, raising his hand and throwing a towel, the towel rose in the wind and turned into a spiritual weapon a few meters in square meters. Chan'er flew onto the towel and left in the air.

The voice that sounded before soon sounded again: "Sister Yuechan, where are you going?"

"Dodge and avoid!" Chan'er waved unceremoniously.

"Ahhhhh..." The voice yelled and fell down again.

For a few moments, a figure got up from the ground in disgrace, looking at the direction that the towel was leaving, like a bereaved concubine.

The guardian envoy and the deputy envoy ran together, and the Danxinmen had established a sect for so many years, and such outrageous things had not happened.

This is a big one!

He hurriedly sent out a message to let many fellow gatekeepers guard various important places, and opened the protective formation to prevent foreign enemies from taking the opportunity to invade, and at the same time let people send a message to Kyushu to inform this side of what happened.

Two days later, on the inner circle of the battlefield, in the Bailian Valley resident, the sect protection formation was opened, and the guards here looked at the figure of the woman in the sky with resentment: "Feng Yuechan, what are you going to do!"

But he could only hide in the protective array and roar, never daring to run out to provoke.

Without him, the woman flying in the sky is the top of the Lingxi list.

And it is an old oil who has occupied the top ten years.

It's not that Feng Yuechan's talent for cultivation is against the sky, she is indeed not bad in talent, but it is not enough for her to occupy the top of the list for more than ten years.

The main reason is that this woman has been dragging her cultivation base and not getting promoted. More than ten years ago, she opened her spiritual orbit to three hundred and sixty. Everyone thought she was going to be promoted to Yunhe Realm. However, more than ten years have passed. He just didn't get promoted.

More than ten years of precipitation in the Lingxi realm has given her more pure spiritual power than ordinary people, that's all, the key is that this woman is still a Fa cultivator...

She didn't need to improve her cultivation level, she went to study the techniques, and as a result, the woman's strength became stronger every year. Since she took the top spot more than ten years ago, she has never been down.

There are rumors that there are hundreds of ways she is proficient in art.

The general Lingxi nine-level realm technique can be mastered at most ten or twenty magic techniques, and there may be only a few techniques that are good at it. By comparison, you can see the horror of this woman.

It's not a good thing to be stuck in your cultivation base and not to be promoted, especially for monks with extremely high talents like Feng Yuechan. As she grows older, her potential will gradually decrease. If she is not promoted, it will definitely affect the future. Achievement.

You must know that the people of her same generation are basically in the Yunhe Realm, and even a few of them are already in the Real Lake Realm.

So even though she has always occupied the top position of Lingxi, no monk from the sect wants to squeeze her down, and the price to pay is too great.

The Lingxi List is an extremely fair list ~www.mtlnovel.com~ is generated by the Lingxi Battlefield, and is not arranged by humans. Therefore, even if a female cultivator of the second grade sect has always occupied the top position, those first grade sects No one of the monks from her background questioned her strength.

For more than ten years, when the genius monks of the major sects were promoted to the 9th level of Lingxi, most of them chose to break through as much as possible and leave the Lingxi battlefield. After all, they were unable to resist by a woman riding on their head. nice.

Just now, the cultivators in Bailian Valley deeply learned the strength of the top of the list. After a few spells were defeated, the resident protection array was humming. You must know that although Bailian Valley is only a four-rank sect, it can be forty. It was Yipin a year ago.

Because too many people were killed by a certain sect, it fell from the first rank to the fourth rank. The Hundred-legged Insect died but was not stiff, and Bailian Valley still had a strong background.

However, at this moment, the residence of a sect was actually blocked by one person, and all the monks of Bailian Valley were hiding in the protective array and shivering, showing the powerful deterrence of Lingxi's top ranking.

Facing the questions below, the girl Feng Yuechan's response was a fireball the size of a house. Compared with Feng Yuechan's, the fireball technique Dong Shuye displayed was the difference between grandson and grandfather.