At this time, there were still three months left before the Nine Palaces Heavenly Glory Battle.

Three months, for an immortal cultivator, is undoubtedly a moment of white horse. However, even so, Chu Yun also planned to make an impact towards the late stage of the transformation.

At the beginning, Chu Yun borrowed the Yuan Spirit Pool and broke into the middle stage of the Turning Element, but now after careful calculation, it has been several months since Chu Yun stepped into the middle of the Transformation Element.

One day of cultivation in Yuanling Pool can be compared to one year of cultivation in the outside world. Therefore, if you calculate carefully, Chu Yun's current realm should be equivalent to those monks who have been in the middle of the transformation for a few years.

Therefore, although the time of three months is short, if he is lucky, it is not impossible for Chu Yun to break through another realm within these three months.

After the turmoil in the Sword Immortal War, Chu Yun undoubtedly truly felt how important strength was?

If when he was in the Sword Immortal Palace, his strength also stepped into the realm of Jindan, in the face of Xia Jiang and the others, how could he be helpless and could only wait quietly for death?

In the end, if Qin Yin hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid that he would have really fallen in the Sword Immortal Palace.

"Hey, the strength is still too bad~"

Chu Yun shook his head and sighed, after the previous battle, Chu Yun felt that with his current realm, if he used all his hole cards, he could crush the powerhouse in the early stage of Jindan, if he was in the middle stage of Jindan, he could barely fight with his powerful body refining martial arts and immortal martial arts. But if the number of Jindan is closed in the middle of the circle, Chu Yun will only have to run.

Further up, there are people like Xia Jiang and Mu Guyan who are in the late stage of Jindan, and even half a foot into the Tribulation Realm, these people, Chu Yun is far inferior now.

With such considerations, Chu Yun naturally didn't dare to slack off. But he was fighting with the spirit of twelve points, and he was cultivating frantically.

The three thousand thunderbolts never stopped, and the power between heaven and earth was under the traction of Chu Yun, but it seemed to be crazy and poured into Chu Yun's Yuan Mansion.

This long-quiet heaven and earth suddenly became noisy, like a boulder entering the sea.

In this way, under a withered old tree, a thin and handsome young man was immersed in cultivation.

The thin figure was so small in this barren ancient ruins.

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At the time of Chu Yun's cultivation, Qin Palace.

At this time, Qin Yin had returned to her bedroom, and beside her, nine purple-skirted qin girls stood respectfully.

The graceful and delicate body, under the cover of the purple long skirt, looks extremely noble, and the purple ribbon is tied in front of the waist, which outlines the figures of the nine piano girls.

The slender waist is unbearable, and the towering snow peaks are even more delicate and intoxicating.

It is worthy of the nine qin girls who were personally selected and trained by Qin Yin, these nine purple skirt qin girls may not be as charming as Qin Yin herself, but compared to Lu Xuexin, the saint of the Sword Immortal Palace, it is much more than that.

No wonder it is said that the Qin Palace is a holy place that men all over the world dream of.

I'm afraid that these nine piano girls alone will attract countless people, not to mention that there is a charming and stunning qin sound before them?

"Palace Master, has the Holy Son already entered Qin Mountain?" Seeing Qin Yin coming back, Qin Jiu stepped forward and asked softly.

Qin Yin nodded.

Qin Jiu couldn't help but smile at this time: "Palace Master, I think our Holy Son is really different. How many men in this fairy world want to enter our Qin Palace but can't, but our Holy Son, after coming, he didn't cherish it, and put us Qin Palace fairies aside, regardless of it, he just thought about cultivation. ”

The corners of Qin Yin's mouth gradually curled, and he sighed: "Yes, my brother Yun, is really very different from those vulgar people outside." ”

"But if you think about it, isn't that what we admire?"

"There is a strong heart that is extremely determined. ”

What moved Chu Yun the most about Qin Yin was his heart. In the face of her temptation of three thousand, she was able to be rational and sit still.

When he reached the realm of Qinyin, he naturally knew that in the later stage of cultivation, the Dao Heart was very important to immortal cultivators, even more important than talent.

"But Palace Master, I have some doubts about the orientation of our Holy Son. You say, will he like men?"

"The palace master is so stunning, but the Holy Son is sitting still, and even in his eyes, I can't see the slightest desire, and the coveting of the palace master. I really can't think of anything other than that. Qin Jiu said the doubts that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

She didn't think that Chu Yun had such a desireless and wantless heart at his age.

After following Qin Yin for so long, she naturally knew how deadly their Qin Yin Palace Master was to men, even if it was an Immortal Venerable in the Tribulation Realm, it was difficult for him to be as calm as Chu Yun in front of Qin Yin.

Qin Jiu had to doubt his orientation.

However, Qin Yin shook his head and smiled: "Jiu'er, you think too much." ”

"Our Holy Son is not only a normal person, but also a person who values love and righteousness. ”

"But why doesn't he have any man's reaction to the palace master?" Qin Jiuliu frowned slightly.

"Jiu'er, do you think a person who has seen the breadth of the fairy sea, when he sees the rivers again, will he still feel shocked?" Qin Yin suddenly got up, and three thousand green silks flowed down like a waterfall and hung down to his waist.

"Huh?" Qin Jiu was stunned, "What does the palace master mean, could it be that the Holy Son has met a fairy who is better than the palace master?"

Qin Yin didn't speak, and her delicate body just stood there, looking at the painting on the wall, lost her mind for a long time.

In the beautiful eyes like water, there are inexplicable waves.

No one knows what this Lord of Asgard is thinking in his heart.