"Smart, lively, cute, with perfect slender fingers and a crisp and pleasant voice."

Liu Mubai was blunt, pointed out the characteristics of Ying Huanhuan, and changed his words again,

"What? Do you want to marry Huanhuan to me? ”

"Well, it's not that."

Ying Xuanzi's face was black, and he was a little worried in his heart, he shouldn't really have any thoughts about my daughter, right?

"Don't worry about you, I'm not interested in women who don't develop well."

Liu Mubai said so, but silently added in his heart: But I have a way to make some aspects of her bigger.

Ying Xuanzi: "......"

Is it appropriate to say that his daughter is not good in front of a father?

But since Liu Mubai said it to his face, he is not entangled.

"Then can I ask Mu Bai for something?"

"Teach me, please."

"I want my two daughters to go to the Desolate Temple to practice for a few days to see if they can comprehend the Great Desolation Sutra, and they will be handed over to you to take care of."

"Huh? You told me to be a babysitter? ”

"I know it's inconvenient to let Mu Bai take care of two girls with a dead Xuan Realm powerhouse, if it really doesn't work, forget it."

"Okay, this is the first thing the master gave me, and I will definitely do it well."

Liu Mubai said in a tone that I would do something and you can rest assured, and solemnly promised Ying Xuanzi.

But in fact, he had already laughed in his heart, Ying Xuanzi was really a good person, and he was worried that he couldn't find a reason to contact Ying Huanhuan, so he sent his daughter over, and sent two at once.

You are really a role model for fathers-in-law, and I hope all fathers in the world can be like you.

Ying Xuanzi encouraged Liu Mubai, saying that he could ask him for help if there was anything difficult in the Deserted Palace, and then asked Chenzhen to take Liu Mubai to the Deserted Palace......

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The desolate hall, located in the southwest corner of the Taoist sect, dozens of towering giant peaks are surrounded by a ring, on top of the giant peaks, the waterfalls like the Milky Way pour down, and the rumbling sound echoes in the whole sky.

On top of those giant peaks, you can see countless groups of large halls, and dense figures shuttle among them like ants, exuding a vigorous vitality.

And around these giant peaks, a river of thousands of zhang hangs horizontally, like a heavenly river, and when you get closer, you can find that this huge river is actually condensed by the qi of nirvana!

And Liu Mubai was following Chenzhen to visit the scenery of these deserted palaces at this time.

"Lord of the Dust True Palace, we will be colleagues in the future, you can take care of it a lot."

Liu Mubai said with a smile.

"Where, now Mu Bai you are the master of the Desolate Palace, I am just assisting you in your work. In this case, let me tell you about the situation of the Deserted Temple. ”

Chenzhen chatted with Liu Mubai enthusiastically,

"In the Deserted Palace, there are 3,000 disciples, and there are 300 personal disciples, all of whom are considered to be excellent people who have been selected by thousands of people, and on the periphery, there are tens of thousands of registered disciples in the Deserted Palace, as long as they pass the test, they can become the real disciples of the Deserted Hall at any time."

Chenzhen, who was standing beside Liu Mubai, pointed to the dozens of giant peaks, and there was a faint smugness in his tone.

"How does the Deserted Hall compare to the other three halls?"

Hearing Liu Mubai's question, Chen Zhen's face suddenly became complicated, and finally said bitterly:

"It's incomparable, the other three halls have tens of thousands of disciples, and the disciples have all comprehended the strongest scriptures in the hall, but only one person has comprehended the Great Desolation Sutra of my barren hall for hundreds of years."

Looking at Chenzhen's lost appearance, Liu Mubai patted him on the shoulder and comforted:

"I will definitely restore the desolate temple and the Great Desolation Sutra to their glory."

Chen Zhen was in a much better mood, and the two soon entered the Deserted Palace, and Chen Zhen gathered all the elders to announce Liu Mubai as the Lord of the Deserted Palace, and discussed the handover ceremony of the Hall Master in three days.

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And on the other side,

In the sky above the mountains of the Heavenly Temple, there is also a Dan River, and this Dan River is even larger than the one in the Deserted Temple, and at a glance, there is even no end in sight.

On the Nadan River, you can see a lot of suspended platforms, and on the platform, there are many disciples who close their eyes and cultivate, and powerful fluctuations continue to emanate from their bodies.

Shout!

A sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded over the Dan River, faintly, accompanied by the crisp sound of musical instruments intersecting, like a heavenly sound.

Many cultivators opened their eyes and stared at the shadow that swept across the sky, with some intoxication in their eyes.

The shadow in the sky ignored these gazes, and rushed directly into the depths of the Dan River, and finally fell on the last platform in the depths.

The shadow fell, the red skirt swayed slightly, and it was Ying Huanhuan who had a fight with Liu Mubai.

As soon as she landed on the platform, her eyes looked ahead, and at the edge of the platform, a woman sat quietly, with a strong aura of nirvana lingering around her.

The woman was dressed in a black robe, with a slender body and soft green silk, which was casually bound by a green belt, and the tip of the tail drew a hidden arc.

His hands fell on his knees, and his jade fingers were in harmony with the seals, and on the handprints, a cyan long sword fell between the two seals, and a trace of sword qi emanated, and even the nirvana qi that permeated around him was cut alive.

"Sister."

As soon as Ying Huanhuan saw the woman in Xuanyi in front of her, her small mouth couldn't help but pout.

The daughter in front of her was the first person in the younger generation of the Dao Sect, the Heavenly Temple Senior Sister, Ying smiled.

On the platform, Ying Xiaoxiao could hear the crisp cry behind her, her closed eyes slowly opened, and a very shallow arc appeared at the corner of her lips, which made her cheeks, which could be regarded as cold, soften in an instant.

"Didn't you run to find Daddy? Why does it look like this?"

Ying Xiaoxiaoyu held the cyan long sword lightly in her hand, and stood up quite elegantly, looking at Ying Huanhuan with a hint of a smile in her eyes.

"Don't mention it."

Ying Huanhuan frowned, pursed his lips, and said:

"When I went, I met a big pervert who was afraid of death, selfish, and had bad intentions towards me!"

"What's going on?"

The Xuanyi woman's eyes turned to the surging Dan River around the platform, and her voice was light, without too much waves.

"As soon as that guy joined the Dao Sect, my father discussed with the four hall masters to hand over the desolate hall to him to manage. I talked to the guy for a few words, but I couldn't talk about him, and my father drove him back to think about it. ”

Ying Huanhuan said in annoyance.

"Oh?"

The woman in Xuanyi was stunned, but she was also surprised.

"That guy said that after he became the master of the Desert Palace, he would arrange a spirit gathering array for the Deserted Palace, and with this formation, he could get the first place in the next palace test."

"Incredible."

Ying smiled and said softly.

"It's really unbelievable, he still has to comprehend the Great Desolation Sutra, hmph, he has such a big appetite, and he is not afraid of supporting himself to death."

Ying Huanhuan hummed:

"If the Great Desolation Sutra is so easy to cultivate, the Desolate Hall will already far surpass the Heavenly Temple, and my sister also meditated in front of the Desolate Monument for a month, but she didn't gain anything, how could that guy do it."

"The Great Desolation Sutra has nothing to do with me, and if I am someone else, I will have a chance if I can't say it."

Ying Xiaoxiaoyu held the cyan long sword in his hand, and the long sword pointed obliquely at the Dan River, and a trace of fierce sword qi emanated.

"Cultivating the Great Desolation Sutra depends on more than just chance, does my sister think that guy can succeed?" Ying Huanhuan said.

Ying Xiaoxiao tilted his head slightly, and then said softly: "I don't know, if he really has the ability, maybe he can."

"I don't believe he's going to succeed......"

Ying Huanhuan pursed her lips and was noncommittal.

At this time, Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xiaoxiao suddenly received a message from their father Ying Xuanzi, asking them to attend the succession ceremony of the lord of the Desolate Hall three days later, and stay in the Desolate Hall to cultivate, trying to comprehend the Great Desolation Sutra.

Hearing this news, Ying Huanhuan instantly exploded,

"Dad is pushing us into the fire pit, how can he be willing to give his two daughters to a big pervert?!"

"Sister, it's better to ...... us"

Speaking of this, Ying Huanhuan's eyes rolled widely, and just as he was about to speak, Ying Xiaoxiao's faint voice came from the front:

"I'm not going to mess around with you, have you forgotten how bad the impact of your last run away from home was?"

Ying Huanhuan had a bitter face when he heard this, he couldn't escape, and it was useless to resist, so what should he do?

"However, I don't want to participate in any succession ceremony for the Lord of the Desolate Palace, and cultivating in the Desolate Hall will not help me. I have more important things to do. ”

"Sister, forget it, don't go to Aya Qingzhu to compete, people have broken through the realm of life, you ......"

Before Ying Huanhuan finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that the sword qi permeating the platform suddenly became fierce, and he immediately shut up.

"Little girl, if you think you've been quite free lately, I can confine you for a few days."

Ying Xiaoxiao's faint voice directly made Ying Huanhuan cover her mouth, and then without hesitation, she turned around and slipped away.

Seeing the figure that rushed out like a rabbit behind him, Ying Xiaoxiao's lips were also slightly pursed, and the cyan long sword in his hand stabbed straight out, and in an instant, the sword aura was monstrous, and the surging Dan River in front of him was directly split out of a huge deep trace, and after a long time, the trace was slowly smoothed out again......

The majestic nirvana qi condensed in front of the woman in Xuanyi, faintly, as if it had turned into an illusory shadow, and that appearance was actually Aya Qingzhu.

The Xuanyi woman's eyes were like deep pools, and her slender jade fingers poked out, and lightly touched the forehead of the phantom, and the sword qi surged, instantly twisting the phantom into nothingness.

"Aya Qingzhu, I will definitely defeat you!"

Ying Huanhuan, who hadn't gone far yet, couldn't help but tremble when he saw the power of Ying Xiaoxiao's sword, and muttered to himself:

"Sister is so terrifying, but that Aya Qingzhu is even more terrifying, and I don't know how the palace master of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace taught this demonic woman?"

(Liu Mubai: Of course it's my credit that Qingzhu is so powerful, but I arranged a seventh-level spirit gathering array in Qingzhu's room, and the heaven-level elixir pill was eaten as jelly beans, and it was only then that I arrived at the Shengxuan Realm, it was really too slow, and Song Qingyue's woman really didn't teach her disciples...... ）