Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 570 Encounter
Who stole it!

The angry claws of the beautiful white beast were scratching the ground.

The main peak of Yinxianmen.

This peak is named Wujuefeng, towering into the clouds, the attics and jade buildings in the mountain are hidden among the trees, and the clouds and mist are dense and misty. There are groups of cranes flying by from time to time. There are people on the cranes, and some people are walking in the air.

The disciples in the surrounding mountains occasionally saw people coming and going to the main peak, and they couldn't help showing awe and envy on their faces.

A clean and dust-free man in white clothes stood on the back of a crane with a white body and black feathers, and flew towards the main peak through the clouds.

When the disciples passing by happened to see this person, most of them paused for a few seconds.

"Who is this person?" A young girl asked foolishly.

She is a new disciple who came to Yinxianmen this time, and there are a few other people who are recruited this time, led by two disciples of the An family.

"He is Master Chen Zhi's uncle." Senior brother An Zisheng who led them said.

"Uncle Master?" The girl who asked the question opened her mouth wide in surprise: "He doesn't look very big, does he have a good face?"

The male brother said: "Master Chen Zhi's uncle is indeed not very old, he is not much older than you, not even thirty."

The girl understood: "Then his aptitude must be very good, so if he is accepted as a disciple by the venerable of Xianmen, his seniority will be high."

The male senior said: "That's right. But Uncle Chen Zhi is not only talented in cultivation, the most terrifying thing is his ability to refine medicine." Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly stopped: "Forget it, these things are waiting for you After staying in the door for a while, you will naturally know."

The girl still wanted to know more, but seeing that the male senior obviously didn't want to say more, she was obedient and didn't ask any more.

At this time, the crane with Song Xueyi on its back had arrived on the main peak.

The head of Yinxianmen was waiting for him in the main hall of the main peak.

The head of Yinxianmen is named Xiao Feibai, and his name is Chenxie.

He is only over a hundred years old, but he is a full-fledged genius, and he is already in the early stage of the Three Core Realm.

Because of his extreme talent and fast cultivation speed, his appearance was not deliberately changed, or he regained his youth the day after tomorrow, but was able to maintain his appearance when he was in his 20s.

Just like his name, Xiao Feibai's delicate appearance exudes a faint evil spirit, even though he is now wearing white and blue clothes, and he is used to wearing a dignified, gentle and upright expression mask on his face, he still can't hide his evil spirit. A touch of evil that came out of his bones.

Song Xueyi had heard about the head of the sect when he was young. When he was young, he was unrestrained, but he did a lot of crimes. At one time, people thought that he would degenerate into a demon monk.However, he didn't know what happened in the end, he suddenly restrained his temper, and became his Yinxian head sect safely.

Besides Xiao Feibai, there were also his two direct disciples Li Yanyan and Zhuang Jinghui in the hall.

As soon as Xiao Feibai saw him, he said: "You are the only one in this door who dares to let me wait."

"Master, master uncle..." Li Yanyan quickly helped Song Xueyi speak.

Xiao Feibai interrupted her: "I haven't blamed him yet, what are you in a hurry for?"

Li Yanyan moved her lips, glanced at Song Xueyi, and found that he was not moved at all, her eyes could not help but gloomy.

"What does the head want from me?" Song Xueyi asked flatly.

An object flew out of Xiao Feibai's hand and shot at Song Xueyi.

Song Xueyi waved his sleeves, and cleverly took the things into his hands.Still feeling the huge force coming from the palm, the tiger's mouth is a little numb, this is Xiao Feibai's harmless punishment.

Originally, he wanted to see Song Xueyi's face change, but Xiao Feibai was disappointed. The man in front of him still looked calm and calm, and no one could find a fault.

Song Xueyi didn't know Xiao Feibai's careful thoughts, so he unfolded the animal skin in his hand.

This is a map.

"What do you mean?" He looked up at Xiao Feibai.

Xiao Feibai said: "Don't you want to refine Yinhun Pill and Nirvana Pill? Here is Yinhun Tiancao, the main medicinal material of Yinhun Pill." When he said this, his eyes never left Song Xueyi, Finally saw his eyes change.

Only when this is mentioned, will this man really have an emotional change.

"The Hundred Schools of Thought Conference held every 50 years will be held here." Xiao Feibai said directly: "I want you to lead the disciples of Yinxianmen to go."

Song Xueyi said: "Please choose Gao Ming as the head." Now that he knew that there was a soul-inducing Tiancao here, Song Xueyi planned to go alone.

Xiao Feibai said: "Only disciples under the age of 50 can participate here."

Before Song Xueyi could speak, Xiao Feibai continued: "Since I said that I want you to lead the team, I want you to be responsible for the disciples of the Yinxian Sect. Don't even think about going in and acting alone. If you don't agree, you won't be involved here." Quota."

Xiao Feibai's tone was very domineering, with a hint of intimidation.Although he indulges and admires Song Xueyi, he also has the intimidation and dominance of being the head of the sect.

Song Xueyi didn't hesitate for long. Whatever could save Lingjiu, no matter what the price, he would go for it without hesitation.

Xiao Feibai saw him nodding, and then smiled: "100 years ago, as a disciple of Yinxianmen, I earned a reputation for Xianmen, this time I hope you can do the same." Thin lips curled up A smile made his brows and eyes sharp, "I believe you can do it too."

Compared with his confidence, Song Xueyi's performance was much calmer.

"Praise from the head."

"..." Xiao Feibai felt that his expressions and feelings were all for ghosts to see.

"If the master has nothing else to do..." Before Song Xueyi finished speaking, Xiao Feibai understood what he meant, and waved his hand in frustration: "Get lost."

Both Li Yanyan and Zhuang Jinghui had froze faces, it was very awkward to put on such a foolish look to their usually calm master.

"Master, let me see my uncle off." Li Yanyan said quickly.

Xiao Feibai glanced at her with a half-smile, but before Li Yanyan understood the meaning in his eyes, he had already turned his head away and waved again.

Although she didn't say anything, Li Yanyan knew that he agreed, walked towards Song Xueyi with a smile on her face, and said in a charming voice: "Master Chen Zhi, I will see you off."

Song Xueyi ignored her, turned and left.

"By the way, the time to go to Qianqian Illusion is one month later. You should make preparations in this month. It will take at least a few months to go this time." Xiao Feibai remembered something and reminded again.

Song Xueyi paused slightly, and walked out of the hall without looking back.

His footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and there was obviously no smile on his face, but he felt infinitely elegant and handsome, and one couldn't help but want to get close to him, to be seen in his eyes, and remembered in his heart.

(End of this chapter)