Li Zijing's eyes just now Qin Fan understood, Wan'er and Tsing Yi both understood.

Especially Wan'er, as a goddess, she knows Li Zijing too well, just by the way he gave herself the look just now, she firmly believes that as long as Qin Fan says a word, Li Zijing will definitely send her to Qin Fan's arms.

She didn't know why, but she knew that Li Zijing was not a fool, let alone an unreliable person, otherwise he would not be an elder of the Xuanming Sect.

What's more, if Li Zijing dares to have such an idea, he has the certainty of convincing the sect master, that is, if he wants to send himself into Qin Fan's arms, the sect master will definitely not say anything.

This means that this person has a great background, or that the forces behind him are so powerful that the elders and sect masters of the Xuanming Sect want to confront him.

But the Holy Sword Sect itself had never heard of it!

Could it be the sect of Kunlun Holy Realm or Penglai Immortal Realm?

And he is the divine son of the Holy Sword Sect?

Wan'er didn't feel angry because of Qin Fan's words, but analyzed Qin Fan's origin in her heart.

'Only this is the only way for Elder Zijing to give me a look and let me seduce him!'

Wan'er firmly believes in her own ideas.

But Tsing Yi's mind was not so meticulous, and when he heard Qin Fan's words, he was immediately annoyed.

"Don't give you a little sunshine, you will shine! I don't care what sect the Holy Sword Sect is! I don't care why Elder Zijing wants to signal Wan'er to seduce you! But I'll tell you! If you dare to poach Wan'er, win from under my sword first!"

Boom!

Tsing Yi was a straight person, and at that time, he pulled out the Xiunu sword and pointed it at Qin Fan, with a cold glow flashing in his eyes.

In the Xuanming Sect, she has the best relationship with Wan'er and is like a sister, so she doesn't want Wan'er to be poached by him to the Laoshizi Holy Sword Sect.

"Tsing Yi!

Wan'er immediately pressed the Xiunu sword pointed at Qin Fan, Qin Fan's identity was mysterious, she was worried that Tsing Yi would offend him, and the sect master would blame Tsing Yi and be punished heavily.

"But he is disrespectful to you and wants to poach you, how can I tolerate his behavior!" Tsing Yi gritted his teeth.

Wan'er smiled: "Silly girl, your mouth grows on others, others can say whatever they want, can we still let people talk?"

"Besides, I am the goddess of the Xuanming Sect, as long as the sect master doesn't drive me away, no one can dig me up, unless the Xuanming Sect doesn't want me anymore. ”

"You are the most qualified female monk of the Xuanming Sect, and you are also the Taiyin Holy Body, and you will use it for the Divine Son to form a golden pill in the future, so the sect master will not want you!"

Wan'er smiled: "That's right, as long as the sect master still wants me, I won't leave the Xuanming Sect, and no one can dig it up." ”

"That's pretty much it!"

Tsing Yi's anger disappeared a lot, glared at Qin Fan, and warned: "If you dare to dig Wan'er again!

Qin Fan sneered, continued to walk towards the waters of the Yangtze River in front of him with his hands on his back, and lightly dropped a sentence:

"Don't forget, I'm a member of the Holy Sword Sect, and playing with a sword in front of me is equivalent to playing with a big sword in front of Guan Gong, which is very dangerous. ”

"You!" Tsing Yi was stimulated again, and wanted to take out the sword, but was pushed back by Wan'er, and said: "Since it is the Holy Sword Sect, the main attack is the way of the sword, you and I just love the way of the sword, maybe it is not necessary to play the sword in front of him." ”

"Let's go. ”

After speaking, Wan'er followed Qin Fan's footsteps.

Tsing Yi snorted unconvinced, and also followed Wan'er's footsteps.

And this scene was watched by a disciple the whole time, and even the conversation between them was heard by this disciple, seeing Wan'er and Tsing Yi following the footsteps of this strange man, he turned around and flew in one direction.

......

At this time, it was inside one of the largest palaces on the south bank.

It is called the Divine Palace, and it is the dormitory of the son of the Xuanming Sect.

A young man dressed in a pale yellow gorgeous brocade robe sat on the golden knee throne and said to a young monk under the seat, "Why did you interrupt my cultivation in a panic and call me out?"

The young man in the brocade is named Deng Qingdong, the god son of the Xuanming Sect, under the monks of the same generation of the Xuanming Sect, the sect master, his rights are the highest, and all the disciples of the Xuanming Sect have to respectfully salute and call the Divine Son when they see him, just like the ancient prince.

"Something is wrong!"

The young monk under the seat said with a solemn face.

"What's wrong?" Deng Qingdong frowned and wondered.

Not long ago, in the disciple recruitment ceremony held by the sect, there was a mortal with more than 1,000 spiritual roots, Elder Zijing regarded him as a treasure, saying that he would let him sit on the position of the Divine Son of the Xuanming Sect, and also said that the whole sect would treat him as an ancestor, and now this mortal has been brought into the sect by Elder Zijing!"

"What?"

Deng Qingdong suddenly couldn't sit still.

"There are more than 1,000 spiritual roots? How is this possible? My spiritual roots are only one hundred and six! The sect master's spiritual roots are also one hundred and two! How can there be mortals with more than 1,000 spiritual roots?"

He couldn't believe it, and if that was true, it meant that his Son of God was going to sit on the head.

That's more than a thousand spiritual roots! It will become a golden pill in a hundred years!

And his own spiritual root may not be able to become a golden pill after a thousand years, and there is no comparison with such a person with a strong spiritual root.

Then for the sake of the long-term consideration of the sect, the sect master does not give up the son of God to this person, and allows himself to continue to be the one, then the sect master is Shabi.

Obviously, the sect master is not Shabi, so when this person becomes a disciple of the Xuanming Sect, it is the day when he gives up the position of the Divine Son.

And how could he be willing to be taken away from him as the Son of God?

"Divine Son! Every word of your subordinates is true! You should quickly think of a way! If you let him become a disciple of the Xuanming Sect! Then your Divine Son will be the end!"

The young monk hurried.

Deng Qingdong was also as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, pacing left and right on the throne of the Son of God, and kept muttering: "Let me think about it! Let me think about it! I can't lose the position of the Son of God! Otherwise, my life will be ruined!"

The abolition of the Son of God, just like the abolition of the prince in ancient times, basically few of them can die well, and almost all of them will be killed by the newly appointed Son of God in various ways.

Therefore, in order for himself to live better, he must keep his position as the son of God, and only in this way will he not die.

"Miko! Miko! Oh no!"

Just then, another young monk ran in.

"What's going on again?" Deng Qingdong was going to be annoyed to death, but he felt that it was really a blessing and a disaster!

Just a short time ago, Elder Zijing asked the goddess of Wan'er to accompany a young man dressed up in the mortal world, and Elder Zijing kept giving the goddess Wan'er a look, asking the goddess of Wan'er to seduce the young man in the mortal world, and I also heard that the young man in the mortal world seemed to want to poach the goddess of Wan'er, and the fairy in Tsing Yi wanted to do something to him, but was stopped by the goddess of Wan'er, as if the goddess of Wan'er was interested in him, and walked with him!"

The young monk spoke in one breath.

Regarding the conversation between Qin Fan, Wan'er and Tsing Yi just now, he only heard it half-clearly, but he knew that this was probably what it meant.

But as soon as Miko heard this, he immediately exploded.

"Damn! This is not only to rob me of the position of the son of God! I want to rob my Wan'er! I can't bear it!"

"What now, Son of God?" said another young monk.

"What else can I do!!Kill him!" Deng Qingdong said angrily.

"But... It would be dangerous for the Son of God to do so. The young monk worried.

"Humph!"

Deng Qingdong snorted: "It's a big deal to fight with him and break the net! Otherwise, let him be the son of God! What awaits me is death!"

"You two!

"Yes!"

Soon, the three of them strode out of the divine womb and went to find Qin Fan.

(End of chapter)