"Fairy Xueying, who am I, Zheng Ruhai, the fairy has not understood after getting along these days?"

In the mist at the top of Yunmeng Mountain, a woman with a sword on her back stood outstanding.

She is dressed in a plain Tang-style long skirt, combed in a retro bun, and is tall, like an iceberg beauty.

Beside Fang Xueying, there was a man.

This man also carried a sword, dressed in a light blue robe, a pair of sword eyebrows were particularly sharp, and his temperament was even more ethereal.

It's just like that, if you don't have a right arm, it's a standard Condor Hero.

But when Fang Xueying saw this man, she wanted to die.

She is the sword master of Penglai Xianmen Sword Mountain.

Originally, the monks of Penglai Xianmen would not enter the land of Huaxia if they were killed, but Chu Wangxian made a fuss, so she had to come to Huaxia to check the details of Chu Wangxian.

As a result, on the way here, he didn't die, and met Zheng Ruhai of the Pure Yang Sword Immortal Gate among the four great immortal gates of Huaxia.

Zheng Ruhai is also a masterpiece of a generation, cultivating in the middle of the foundation, and traveling all over the world is uninhibited.

Pingshui met and chatted a few words, and learned a few more tricks, originally preparing to go half of the avenue to the sky, but Zheng Ruhai became entangled.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Fang Xueying was even more angry.

Zheng Ruhai said that there were few monks in Huaxia Xianmen, even fewer in the sword, and monks with a temperament like her were even rarer, so it was better for them to form an enviable pair of fairy couples.

Fang Xueying refused directly without saying a word.

But this Zheng Ruhai is like a dog's skin plaster, plus Zheng Ruhai is from the Pure Yang Sword Immortal Sect, inherited from the Sword Immortal Lu Dongbin, the method of the sword is amazing, and she can't tell the winner for a while, so there is no way to be entangled.

"Back then, Lu Dongbin, a pure yang immortal, went to Penglai Immortal Island, and we met this time, and it was also fate. Zheng Ruhai said seriously.

"Fairy Xueying, I have a set of Hehuan swordsmanship handed down by the ancestor here, which is the book left by Lu Dongbin and He Huiniang. ”

"You!" Fang Xueying, even if she had self-cultivation, she couldn't help but scold.

She drew her sword in her hand, and she was about to kill.

Double cultivation, double cultivation your sister!

But Zheng Ruhai's serious appearance of being tied up made her even more annoyed.

Fang Xueying and Zheng Ruhai, today's cultivation systems are very different, just like a Chinese medicine and a Western medicine.

Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine have their own strengths, but when they meet together, it is Mars hitting the earth, and thinking is not in the same channel at all.

Zheng Ruhai felt that the swordsmanship handed down by the Pure Yang Immortal was broad and profound, and it was the strongest swordsmanship.

Fang Xueying felt that Penglai swordsmanship, which integrated the latest technology, was the most correct swordsmanship.

The two are not in the right way at all, and Zheng Ruhai doesn't know if he has been sitting alone for a long time, or if he really thinks that Fang Xueying is a good match, anyway, he has a heart on Fang Xueying's body.

Fang Xueying also hated Chu Wangxian for not coming back, she was tormented if she stayed for an extra day, but she couldn't go back empty-handed.

In the midst of his anger, a black flying ship pierced through the sky and swept through the sky.

Black, three-body, engineless, propelled by the Philosopher's Stone, this is a vampire's ghost ship?

Fang Xueying didn't know what to do, she never thought that the vampire would come here. You must know that vampires have their own territory and never come to China.

When she saw Chu Wangxian walking down from above, her face changed instantly.

When Chu Wangxian saw the two of them, he also frowned, these two people were both in the middle stage of foundation building, and those who came were not good did not come.

"Two immortal friends, I don't know what to do when you come to Yunmeng Mountain?" Chu Wangxian slowly walked down from the air and asked politely.

"Chu Wangxian, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Fang Xueying took a step forward.

Zheng Ruhai next to him saw Fang Xueying's serious expression and came forward as a matter of course.

Chu Wangxian felt that invisibly, a sword pressure came with the gaze of the sword man, and he fought against each other, with a calm smile on his face, and his eyes squinted.

To be honest, he doesn't know the details of Zheng Ruhai, but this person is not polite, and he can't show weakness.

"How is this possible!"

Zheng Ruhai is a foundation building cultivator, and he is a mid-foundation cultivator, exerting sword intent to coerce and oppress a kid in the early stage of foundation building, it should be nine out of ten.

But who could have imagined that his sword intent was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no ripple at all. There was no trace of nervousness and panic in the kid's expression, but he was as calm and calm as a gentle drizzle.

However, he did not lose heart, but aroused the spirit of strife.

"Two, I don't know if someone in my Chu is negligent, why do you occupy my Yunmeng Mountain. Chu Wangxian was polite at first, but his eyes flashed with cold light.

"Yunmeng Mountain, I haven't heard that this Yunmeng Mountain has an immortal gate!" Zheng Ruhai sneered.

In Huaxia, there are only a handful of real immortal gates, and Zheng Ruhai also knows this kind of immortal gate that suddenly appeared.

It must be a wild path cultivator, who was lucky enough to get the opportunity left by the ancient immortals, so he started a sect.

Otherwise, how could the real immortal sect make such a big battle, and the immortal cultivators pay attention to cutting off the dust, and they will never have anything to do with so many mortals, let alone do any live broadcast among mortals.

"I didn't have it before, but now I have!" Chu Wangxian flicked his fingers, and his tone became colder.

"I'm so bold, I'm Zheng Ruhai of the Pure Yang Sword Immortal Sect, this is my junior sister, Xue Ying Fairy!" Zheng Ruhai introduced.

Chu Wangxian glanced at the two of them, then at the demon eagle, and said coldly: "The two are really the Condor heroes." ”

"Who is your junior sister, I don't know him either!" Fang Xueying glared.

"Snow fairy, it's me who is abrupt!" Zheng Ruhai said in a deep voice, but his face was suffocated, and his face was almost oozing blood.

Among the Huaxia Immortal Sect, who doesn't know that Zheng Ruhai, who is known as the sword aura like the sea, how could he have wanted to lose face here.

It doesn't matter if you are a mortal or a monk, losing face in front of a woman is intolerable.

Fang Xueying is from overseas, so she doesn't know. This Chu Wangxian started a sect in Yunmeng Mountain, but he also looked ignorant, and it was obvious that there was no strong person behind him.

Chu Wangxian frowned, and he didn't bother to care about the private affairs of the two.

"Two, since you are guests, no matter what the purpose of coming to Yunmeng Mountain is, you might as well taste the coarse tea of Yunmeng Mountain first!"

Chu Wangxian took the two of them into the tea room in the Jixia School Palace, and he personally brewed two cups of mountain tea from Yunmeng Mountain and put them on the table.

Zheng Ruhai tasted it, and his face changed.

said that coarse tea is really coarse tea drunk by mortals, but in the end, it is a wild road cultivator, and there is no half of it.

"This tea doesn't taste my appetite. ”

He picked up the glazed jade teacup and pinched it, turning it into powder and dissipating it.

With a flip of his right hand, the tea leaves appeared in Zheng Ruhai's hand, which were as green as clouds, exuding an attractive fragrance.

Zheng Ruhai pushed with his right hand, and the tea was suspended in the air, and then it was wrapped in heavenly water as if it were a trick.

Then Zheng Ruhai used ice and fire with both palms, first ice and then boiling, after boiling nine times, a ball of tea suspended in the sky fell into the white jade teapot like a thin white line.

In the back mountain of the Pure Yang Sword Gate, there is a dream of the third generation planted by the Pure Yang Patriarch. ”

"Legend has it that if you drink it in a dream, you can dream of your own three lives, which is the immortal tea handed down by the heavenly realm, even if it is the four great immortal gates, you can only pick a hundred pieces of tea every ten years, and there are ten pieces of tea in this pot. ”

"It's your Yunmeng Mountain, not to mention fairy tea, it's the Yunwu tea of Lushan in the mortal world, Anxi Tieguanyin, there is no one, but I don't know what kind of immortal you cultivate, I'm afraid it's a fledgling." ”

Zheng Ruhai Zhizhu was in his hand and looked at the two of them proudly. When it comes to the tea ceremony, he is confident that he is a Chinese tea fairy.

Legend has it that Lu Yu, a tea fairy in the Tang Dynasty, became an immortal by planting tea and drinking tea, but Zheng Ruhai had the heart to follow.

But Fang Xueying didn't move.

Chu Wangxian also didn't move the teacup, and smiled coldly, "The dream of the third world? is obviously the phantom grass that the fairy world feeds to the beasts, when the beasts are sick, they can relieve the pain by eating a little, and they are even called the dream of the third world." ”

"I think it was when Lu Dongbin went down to earth, he brought a demon beast and planted this grass by the way, but he was regarded as a treasure by you, isn't it ridiculous, this tea is just right for the beasts you brought to drink. ”

Chu Wangxian only said one sentence, but it was like a sword piercing the heart, and every word was punishing the heart.

He poured the tea, and the demon eagle beast really opened his mouth to catch it.

Zheng Ruhai's face was red and white, his eyes were like edges, and his anger was at the limit in an instant.