With a turn of his gaze, Qing Jiu had fallen from the system space to a dense forest.

She took a deep breath, and then showed a hearty smile, just standing on this land, she could feel a sense of familiarity that had not been seen for a long time, the abundant aura in the air, the majestic power in her body, and a mellow golden pill entrenched in the dantian.

Qing Jiu said: "Finally waited for my home field!" ”

The little angel said: [So...... You can mess around again! 】

Qingjiu's consciousness was swept away, there was no danger around, and she wanted to receive the memory of the original owner.

There was no one in the radius, and it looked like no one had set foot in the grass and trees all year round, according to her past experience, this place should be a secret place for training, and the top priority was to find a safe place to receive memories, so as not to meet acquaintances.

Observing the surrounding environment, there is a cliff in the left rear, the cliff is full of demonic energy, the more dangerous the place, the safer, because no one will go, more than the dangerous place, it is the dangerous people who should be guarded against.

Qing Jiu immediately ran away, "Little angel, alert me if there is danger!" ”

The little angel waved his little chubby claw, "Hurry up, don't miss the time when the secret realm closes!" ”

Without receiving the memory of the original owner, Qing Jiu didn't know how many people there were in this secret realm and when it was closed, she escaped to the edge of the cliff, took out the original owner's natal magic weapon from the dantian, the Biling Sword, and then jumped into it, and the whole person fell into the cliff.

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't hold back their loneliness again.

[Ruthless: Knock on the blackboard~ This world is the home of the anchor, please be cautious. Note quiz~】

[Let's be friends: (°ー°〃) Heh~ Cultivating the Immortal World~ The anchor can get it again~]

[I'm not Zhengtai :(; ′⌒') is not cautious ~ but do not go down. Concentrate!!! 】

[Meow woo woo: (╯#-_-)╯Upstairs is right~ I won't kill this task. Note~】

[Sword Intent Listen to the Wind: The 'Demon Venerable' that the anchor has in mind can finally be realized. Rest assured, even if you don't get down. Note, there is no profit from this task, and the streamer will be very happy! 】

[July Flowing Fire:! ] The streamer has risen to five stars! 】

……

Hehe, how much income does Xiao Mingzi bring her?

Qingjiu will be promoted to a five-star anchor, they are not surprised at all!

Seeing the barrage full of screens, the little angel looked calm, the time in the live broadcast room is one year, and the audience's time is one day. A retreat in the immortal cultivation world is dozens or hundreds of years, such a long blank time, this task is not good to earn star coins, the focus is on accumulating audiences.

*

Having fallen thousands of feet high, this cliff is still bottomless.

Qing Jiu immediately stuck to the cliff wall, injecting aura into the Bi Ling Sword, a trace of cold light flashed on the tip of the sword, and with a twist of her wrist, the tip of the sword slashed across the stone wall, just like cutting tofu, and easily dug a stone hole in the cliff wall.

Hiding in the stone cave, he cautiously took out two arrays, one defensive and one hidden. In the world of cultivating immortals, except for your loved ones, anyone can stab you, and the precautions you should have are essential, not to mention that people are in the secret realm.

To ensure personal safety, Qingjiu sat cross-legged.

She put the Bi Ling Sword on her lap, and then put the index finger and middle finger of her right hand together, using her fingers as a sword, and gently wiped it on the sword, she saw a ghostly light flashing, and under a closer look, this ghostly light was not simple, it was more like a rune, and ordinary Jindan monks would definitely not be aware of it.

As a generation of Demon Venerables, this rune is pediatric in Qing Jiu's eyes.

"This original owner is too miserable. Even the natal magic weapon has been tampered with! ”

The little angel was speechless for a while, thinking, "......"

For a monk, the natal magic weapon is very important, usually it must be placed in the dantian to be warmed, the master is growing, the natal magic weapon must also grow, and the master is both lost and prosperous, in other words, there is no person in the world of cultivating immortals who does not love the natal magic weapon!

The people who can use their hands and feet on the natal magic weapon are either elders of the master's family, or blood relatives, and then they are Taoist couples. The Yin Yuan of this body is still there, and there can be no Taoist couple, only the elders of the master and the blood relatives.

Tut...... How pathetic!

The little angel asked, "What's the problem?" 】

Qing Jiu sneered: "A mere thief changes the day formation, the original main thing is to put the natal magic weapon in the dantian to recuperate, and the other party takes the opportunity to steal her cultivation, as long as this formation is there, her cultivation will be difficult to improve." Not only will geniuses turn into waste materials, but there is no reason for it! ”

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are so many means that people can't guard against it, and it's so simple to let a genius fall, the original owner's body is definitely a genius, with ice muscles and jade bones, or a mutated ice spirit root, with this good qualification, the cultivation speed is by no means comparable to ordinary people, and it is no wonder that he is targeted.

But well...... Now that she's here, she can reverse it with a few moves!

If you don't work hard to cultivate, you still use this disgusting method to steal other people's cultivation, and your intentions are too vicious.

Then let the person who stole the cultivation fall short, and the bamboo basket will be empty!

Qing Jiu put down the Bi Ling Sword, "Receive the memory!" ”

The mechanical sound of the headquarters system is [memory transmission].

*

This world is divided into five continents, and the Nanzhou region is one of them.

The Nanzhou region is vast, and Lingyang City is an inconspicuous small city in the Nanzhou region. The city is headed by the Xia family, the Wen family, and the Cheng family. Originally, there was a Bai family, but it was suddenly wiped out by three other families fifty years ago.

Fifty years ago, it was also the year the original owner was born.

The original owner's name is Xia Qingjiu, the daughter of the head of the Xia family, and a twin brother Xia Lingyou.

Xia Qingjiu has been gifted since he was a child, and his qualifications and physique are rare geniuses, although he was born of one child, Xia Lingyou is a three-spirit root with mediocre qualifications, and the head of the Xia family has made a bloody effort to find a panacea for him to wash the spiritual root, but he only has two spiritual roots.

When she was five years old, she and Xia Lingyou began to cultivate.

During the Qi refining period, the original master learned a lot of things and miscellaneous, and the gap between the two was not big.

Because the foundation will fix the person's body shape and appearance, the original owner dragged it to the age of fifteen, and Xia Lingyou built the foundation at the age of sixteen, and then he had no scruples, the original owner was diligent every day, and he was only thirty years old to form a golden pill, which was the first day of Lingyang City.

At that time, Xia Lingyou was only in the middle of building the foundation.

Since then, Xia Lingyou has looked at Xia Qingjiu with envy every time.

The mother of the two always said that Xia Qingjiu robbed Xia Lingyou's qualifications in the womb, and now he has made his younger brother more mediocre with his good qualifications.

Looking at his younger brother's envious and lost expression, Xia Qingjiu also felt that he had robbed his younger brother of something, and he couldn't help it.

Half a year after Xia Qingjiu's knot, the head of the Xia family forged a pair of swords.