As soon as Qingyue and Su Lingna heard this, the two of them stood a little farther away from each other as if they were thieves.

But the spirit sword was so big, and the two of them were still standing very close. To outsiders, it seems like a couple who are close to each other.

"Tsk, it's different when you're young, it's greasy and crooked when you break up." Xie Xiaobai deliberately used words to provoke Qi Yuan, who had already been angry,

Qi Yuan sneered: "It's not as pretentious as you, an old witch." ”

Xie Xiaobai pinched his face full of collagen, and nodded solemnly, "Indeed, if you want to calculate from Su Ling'er's generation, this seat is still a generation higher than you." ”

Qi Yuan: "......"

Xie Xiaobai's eyes lit up: There are flaws!

She flipped her hand and summoned the Water Moon Mirror, Qi Yuan also reacted, and sent out three golden rays of light again, striking at Xie Xiaobai with the momentum of thunder.

Xie Xiaobai rolled on the ground neatly. The golden light brushed the sideburns in her ears and sank into the mountain behind her, only to hear a "boom".

The mountain collapsed, and the earth shook.

"You don't want to pull this seat into the illusion!" Qi Yuan said.

Xie Xiaobai smiled into crescent-shaped eyes and glanced at Qi Yuan, "Really?" Who said that to pull people into the illusion realm, you must use magic weapons? ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the scene around the two changed.

The yellow sand-covered mountains disappeared, and trees appeared out of thin air, plump and juicy spiritual fruits hanging on the branches.

A castle made of chocolate and fruits rose from the ground, and Xie Xiaobai sat on the throne in the center of the castle, looking down on Qi Yuan.

"Qi Fujun, don't be complacent just because of your high cultivation, read more books when you have time, and learn the lessons of your predecessors in the art of fighting dreams." Xie Xiaobai sat lazily on the throne made of durian mille-feuille chairs, "In this way, you will find that the dream retention technique of this seat is a means that you can't break after learning the lessons of your predecessors!" ”

Qi Yuan smelled a smell that suffocated him in the aroma of food.

He covered his nose, his brow furrowed enough to kill a fly, and said vigilantly: "Poison gas illusion? ”

Xie Xiaobai was a little confused: this was the first time that a monk had entered her illusion, and he was not moved by the food, but he still looked disgusted.

Is there food that has gone bad, or is Qi Yuan really a son of luck, different from ordinary human physiques?

Xie Xiaobai sniffed.

The air is filled with aromas. Sweet and silky milky aroma, slightly bitter chocolate aroma, sweet fruit aroma, rich floral aroma, small and fresh grass aroma.

Today, her illusion is still as appetizing as ever!

Sure enough, it's because Qi Yuan is the son of Heavenly Dao, and he is treated very favorably in terms of luck, right?

Xie Xiaobai held her durian mille-feuille cake throne, and the delicate and soft touch came from the palm of her hand.

She had a flash of inspiration: it couldn't be what she thought, would it?

In order to verify the conjecture, Xie Xiaobai appeared on the city wall with durian cannons.

She slapped the armrest, and the spiked cannon shot out balls of fried pastries wrapped in puff pastry.

Qi Yuan was like a great enemy, and built a thick stone wall in front of him.

The durian bomb drew a perfect parabola in mid-air and reached the top of Qi Yuan's head.

Qi Yuan's IQ was so smoky by the smell of durian that his IQ slipped, and he panicked to magnify the Chu Yun Ling countless times to block the durian bomb that was coming in his face.

The puff pastry of the durian bomb cracked, and the durian cream inside flowed "poof-" and smashed all at once on Chu Yunling.

In Xie Xiaobai's opinion, the sweet and delicious durian flow slowly slipped from the first cloud order, and finally fell on Qi Yuan's head.

When Qi Yuan was buried by the endless durian meat, his heart was broken.

"Today, it's this seat that wins."

Xie Xiaobai was still worried about Qingyue, for fear that there would be more powerful reinforcements, so he accepted it when he saw it and left the illusion world.

Elder Yuanying and the other disciples hadn't had time to retreat yet, and the moment they realized that the battle was over, they all released their divine senses to investigate the situation.

I saw Xie Xiaobai Shi Ran leave the wasteland where the land was cracked, and Fu Jun knelt on the ground in a strange posture, his face painful.

Everyone was shocked: Xie Yunxiang actually won! Xie Yunxiang's medicinal cultivation actually surpassed their profound cultivation!

Xie Xiaobai understood the expressions on the faces of these disciples, and sighed in his heart: Alas, what a powerful person, his reputation was ruined because he couldn't smell durian.

……

Xie Xiaobai caught up with Qing Yue, snatched someone directly from Su Lingna's hands, and threw him into the spirit boat.

The spirit boat is decorated in an antique style, and from the outside, it is just an ordinary canopy boat, but there is something else on the inside.

There is a screen at the entrance, and around the screen is the open kitchen and reception room, with a hollow screen separating the space, each corner is decorated with bonsai, and the kitchen cabinet is full of fresh fruits and vegetables.

On the second floor, the two cultivation rooms were identical, with only one futon for meditation, placed under the flower window. The only difference is that there is a terrace outside the training room, which has an excellent view, and you can stand here and enjoy the scenery.

Xie Xiaobai led Qingyue around, stood on the terrace, and raised his hand: "Apprentice, look, this is the country laid for the teacher!" ”

Qingyue, a straight man who has not been bad at Lingbao all these years, said with disgust: "Although Master's spirit boat is fast, its defense is too weak to withstand the full force of the Yuanying Monk. ”

A small snow-white spirit boat appeared in his palm: "In the early years, the apprentice once obtained an eight-treasure glazed spirit boat in a secret realm in Dongzhou, and he has always wanted to honor it to his master. ”

Xie Xiaobai: "......"

Sure enough, it's a male cultivator.,Pay more attention to defense in battle than good-looking.。

Criminal, can't you let her pretend to be a coward?

Xie Xiaobai took Qing Yue's filial piety, pointed to the cultivation room opposite, and said, "Go take a bath and relax for the teacher, you first study how to unlock the magic seal." Being a teacher doesn't put pressure on you, as long as you can unlock the magic seal before you reach Xizhou. ”

"Master, when can we get to Xizhou?"

"In order to shake off those pesky little tails, we're going to have to take a detour. However, no matter how slow it is, it should be seven days later. ”

Qing Yue took out the "Millennium Secret Realm, Hundred Years of Blessed Land (Yuanying Edition)" from the Qiankun bag, flipped to the knowledge point of solving the magic seal, glanced at it and closed the book, revealing the confidence of a scholar, "No need, at most tomorrow, I will be able to unlock the magic seal by myself." ”

Xie Xiaobai, as a scumbag who had been self-taught for a month to understand the principle of solving the Demon Seal, didn't want to talk to him, and threw him a copy of "Thousand Years of Secret Realm, Hundred Years of Blessed Land (Demon Cultivation Essence Edition)" and asked him to leave his cultivation room.

After Qingyue went to study next door, Xie Xiaobai took out a change of clothes and ran to her luxurious bathroom to scrub and scrub.

God knows why she always feels like she smells of durian, and she can't even get rid of the dust.

She was sprinkling rose petals on herself to smell it, when she noticed a powerful demonic energy swinging from the spirit boat.

Flocks of flying birds were frightened, and they screamed in fright, and flew out of the window to leave the spirit boat.

Xie Xiaobai couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

"The apprentice is too good, sometimes it's a kind of distress!"