The cause of cultivating immortals is on my shoulders, and my junior sister is the leader.

Chapter 5: Taking the opportunity to visit Qingfengmen

Passing through the mountains in the clouds, the peaks and ridges below seem to be a touch of ink in this mountain and river map.

After a long time, I saw a vast sea. On the edge of the sea, there was a majestic palace glowing with golden light. The outside was shrouded in an invisible golden light.

"arrive."

The flight speed became much slower, and the sword hilt was suppressed by the invisible airflow and gradually flew downwards.

He landed firmly in front of a mahogany door inlaid with gold, and the silver-carved sword disappeared.

"This is?"

The woman who landed firmly on the ground raised her eyebrows, stood firm and crossed her arms to look at the door in front of her.

Call it poor, it's glittering with the aura of spiritual stones, call it rich, but there's not even a plaque on the huge door.

"This is Penglai Residence. Respectable sects will come here to attend the cultivator conference."

The old man waved his hand casually, and after the golden bell on the top of the four corners rang three times, the door opened automatically as if it had been summoned.

Looking around, the courtyard is vast, clean and tidy, and the fragrance of crabapple flowers lingering on the tip of the nose.

When I walked in, I realized that the courtyard was as big as a martial arts training ground.

On the far right is a huge arena. Looking along the stone steps above the arena is a high wooden table. There are several old men sitting behind it looking at the crowd in the audience with a very oppressive look.

No wonder the wall and the gate were built so high, maybe because they were afraid of outsiders climbing over the wall to secretly learn martial arts.

"Okay, girl, I'll give this to you. Let's settle the matter. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

The old man with a white beard beside him took out a emerald jade lotus-patterned hairpin and placed it in the girl's palm.

"Old man, you are so old, you don't want to flirt with me, do you? How come this is exactly the same as the pattern on your sword? I advise you not to do useless work."

She stretched out her green-white fingertips and stroked the lines on it. She looked so familiar that she had just seen it.

Then he immediately looked at the old man in front of him warily.

A few black lines fell on the man's old face, and he couldn't help but sneer when he saw her disgusted look.

"Girl, this is just an apology. I can save your life if necessary. Please don't add drama without permission."

The man turned around and walked towards the steps with a bad expression.

Finally, he sat down behind the table in the center of the stage. He looked like he was of high status.

"Headmaster Li, I didn't expect that the Qingfeng Sect would also come. It really makes me shine in Penglai!"

The middle-aged man sitting on the left side of Tsukuru bowed his hands with joy and pride.

All the disciples below looked at the white-bearded old man sitting in the center with admiration.

Qinghe was a little surprised at her good luck. She got lucky and directly saved the leader of the target sect. She raised her eyebrows and inserted the hairpin in her head in a good mood.

Since it was a gift from the head of Qingfeng Sect, this thing must be of great use.

Under the stage, there was a large group of young cultivators with red eyes.

"I announce that the cultivator conference will begin now!"

The head of Penglaiju, who was sitting next to the white-bearded old man, stood up and his voice was as loud as a bell.

Then the rules were introduced.

To put it bluntly, this cultivator conference is a martial arts competition. They fight and then test the spiritual bones so that the masters draw a blind box to select a few more powerful victor disciples.

Song Qinghe thought for a while, if he wanted to attract the attention of the old man of the Qingfeng Sect, he must at least defeat a powerful figure standing in the ring.

Nowadays, she is a majestic and decisive female war goddess, but she doesn’t even have the spiritual power to save her life. She could only end up being bullied by dogs, and her wealth and life could not be controlled by herself.

Thinking about it, I started to go to the soul space...

"I'll be the first! Who wants to compete with me?"

A fat man in purple brocade attire flew onto the stage, his ten fingers studded with gold rings, and he was interpreting the domineering and inhumane eight-character mantra.

The people below began to whisper.

"This is the son of the richest man, and he controls the lifeblood of all wealth. If he hates him, we will not have anything to eat in the future."

"Yes, who says it's not! Let's wait and see!"

"Can't you get up? Go quickly!"

"If you don't go up, then neither will I."

……

The woman stood in an unnoticed corner outside and listened to their output of 'enemy information'.

No one dares to go up and get into trouble.

Right at this moment...

"I come!"

An extremely brave figure came up carrying two big hammers, full of energy and without any stage fright.

"It's still Li Tiechuiyong!"

"Thousands of people are not allowed to be smashed into meat pies. Li Tiechui is a pair of meteor hammers that can make him amazing."

"There's a good show to watch!"

In front of everyone's attention, the two of them made a move, attacking each other as fast as flying. Thousands of people stabbed him mercilessly with a sparkling golden sword.

It's just that the accuracy is really... not even comparable to the veterans who cook on the battlefield... it's really terrible!

While everyone was feeling sorry for You Qianren, the two had already exchanged two moves.Time seemed to stand still for a second, and then Li Tiechui fell to the ground with a groan!
By the thousands unscathed!
Everyone looked at the man who fell to the ground in surprise, including You Qianren, who looked confused and confused about the situation.

"Ouch, Master You, you are so powerful. Ouch, it hurts me to death. Master You's sword energy is so powerful that I can't resist it. Master You, you win!"

"Master You, you are so awesome! I want to become your teacher!"

The double-hammer dog-legged man on the ground had a flattering look on his face. He rolled his whole body several times, pretending to be in pain, and then half-knelt on the ground and devoutly held Qian Ren's hand to his forehead, worshiping it as a god.

The people below didn't say anything, they couldn't help laughing when they saw this obvious fake match.

"Good boy! You are very talented. I can give you some pointers until the end!"

The young man in fine clothes had an unruly look on his face, and patted his shoulder with the joy of being praised in his eyes.

This is an exhibition match where a bitch licks his master wildly!

Then one after another people who wanted to curry favor followed suit and took turns to perform, each one more exciting than the last.

Just like a monkey jumping around in a theater, one moment he falls to the ground and praises the man with a strong sense of humiliation, the next moment he bites the blood bag he prepared with a look of admiration and compliment...

There are endless moves, but this move is not that move.

The faces of the sect leaders on the stage had different expressions. Half of them were impressed by the young man's aura. Some were livid, some were sighing, and some had shining eyes.

Only the old man with the white beard in the middle showed no reaction.

"The arena with a thousand people will be the banker nineteen times, and there will be one substitution at the end of the first half for a round of trials."

Just the right time!
"I come!"

A lazy and cold voice sounded from the end, attracting everyone's attention.

The old man with the white beard had a look on his face.

He checked while holding her while wielding the sword. This girl was obviously a mortal spirit bone, while You Qianren on the stage was about to enter the stage of fairy spirit bone.

He never thought that this woman would come to power...

Are you going to put dumplings in a hot pot and rush to death?

Just for a moment, the old man returned to normal.

"Even if she is as beautiful as a flower, I will not show mercy. I just won nineteen games in a row so powerfully. Girl, have you considered challenging me?"

The unscathed man in purple attire kindly advised him to fuck the woman who stood up.

"You Shaoxia's face is so exquisite, I feel ashamed when I see it."

"Of course, I have to eat the best bird's nests from the West Sea every day to keep the supply in demand."

The man crossed his arms with an arrogant expression.

"I see, no wonder it's thick and big."

When You Qianren heard this mocking tone, they stamped their feet angrily.

"You hateful woman, I'm going to beat you to death!"

After saying that, she rushed forward with the sword. The woman made a slight hook on her lips and dodged and kicked back. She kicked his golden leg and hit the man's neck quickly and forcefully with her palm.

The audience was silent for a moment.

You Qianren, who was still arrogant one second, fainted and fell to the ground the next second.

Everyone didn't take it seriously until Song Qinghe was the only one standing on the stage, and their appraising eyes started to gather around him.

"On her head is Senior Brother Ziyusheng's hairpin!"

At the observation seats of the sect disciples on both sides of the stage, a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect shouted, and then everyone's eyes turned jealous.

"This lotus carving is undoubtedly my senior brother's! How come this girl has the hairpin of my Qingfeng sect senior brother?"

Song Qinghe's eyes moved indifferently to the old man with a white beard in the center of the stage, watching the man take a sip of tea calmly, with a bit of regret in his eyes.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

Senior brother Ziyusheng?Carved sword with silver lotus pattern?Hosta carved with lotus pattern?

The man on the stage could not avoid looking at the woman below the stage with a bit of dejection.

"Because I originally wanted to join the Qingfeng Sect. Zi Yusheng met me before. When they met by chance and saw me wandering alone at a young age, he gave me this hosta to save my life."

"If you think about it, Senior Brother Zi Yusheng is really a very good person. Without him, I wouldn't be able to stand here."

The woman stared at the old man with a white beard and squinted her eyes as she spoke word by word, and the hints in her words were picked up by the people on the stage.

"Sheng did tell me that the girl and the Qingfeng Sect are very destined. I will accept you as a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect today. Are you willing?"

The man quickly took the step given by the woman, smiling on his face and feeling unconvinced in his heart. He wanted to cry but had no tears. He underestimated his enemy and was careless. If he had known better, he should not have given her the hairpin.

"Since the head master has kindly invited me, I can only refuse the invitation. It is an honor for Qinghe to join the Qingfeng Sect."

The man on the stage just felt like he was slapped and given a not-so-sweet date by the girl in front of him.

What a bullshit invitation!
He was obviously threatened!

God knows how this girl could be so smart and could guess it just from a few words from her disciple.

Thinking about the letter he received when he arrived, he was forced to feel embarrassed and swallowed his breath of futility.

The man could only smile on his face, curse secretly in his heart, pursed his lips and nodded with a slight smile.

"In that case, Song Qinghe will become my disciple today."

As soon as they heard this woman's name was Song Qinghe, everyone present changed their expressions.

(End of this chapter)