"You said that the Seven Elders of the Ethereal Illusory Mansion failed to escape the catastrophe and came to our Tongshan Gate to recuperate, so we still have to offer her as an ancestor."

"The elders of the Qi Cultivation Realm are unique in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, what a big joke!"

"The Seven Elders cultivated amorous Dao, and the wind wandered everywhere mercilessly, and was divorced by ten male cultivators the day before the catastrophe.

This laughing stock in the immortal cultivation world was not ashamed, but when he heard that Ling Yujun was coming to Tongshan Gate, he dragged the stump and sick body to crawl over and wait for him.

Ling Yujun is a powerful person in the out-of-body realm, and he is also an elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect, the first sect in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he is here for our young mansion master, is Wen Yi high to climb! ”

The whispers of mosquitoes and flies drifted into the house with the wind, and the breeze gently rolled up the pale cyan robe on the thermometer's body.

Wen Yi's white face is as white as jade, her eyebrows are picturesque, her lips are phoenix eyes, and her eyes are full of tenderness when she smiles or nots.

The owner of this body is the Seven Elders of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion in Zhongzhou.

Although three days have passed, Wen Yi still has a sense of unreality like a dream.

Three days ago, Wen Yi failed to cross the catastrophe and ascended, and was reborn in the original owner with the same name and surname by chance.

The original major was only to build a foundation realm, and it was a waste that was despised and laughed at by people lying in the pile of splendid fat powder, and it was a negative teaching material for cultivating the immortal world.

Wen Yi cultivated the sentient path, cultivated to the great perfection of the Mahayana realm, and when she ascended, she spied on the heavenly machine and found that the three thousand avenues of ascending did not know how many people were there, and the probability of the ruthless path ascending was much more than that of other paths.

The Dao of Heaven is the only one who does not give the sentient Dao monks immortal opportunities, and they all become powders under the thunder tribulation.

"Ruthless Tao kills with killing, and violence stops violence." Wen Yi's resolute gaze looked at the sky, "If the sentient road can't go through, this seat will cultivate the ruthless way, and if someone comes, this seat will wash."

The maid with the toiletry in hand rushed in and carefully dressed Wen Yi.

Wen Yi looked at himself in the bronze mirror, exactly the same as his former self.

The girl's fair and immaculate face has a touch of crimson, and her eyes are blurred, which makes people's hearts beat faster and confused.

The maid on the side had a thin red on her ears and cheeks, and her eyes were stunned and her ears and cheeks were floating a thin red, and she was already stupid.

The Seven Elders are so beautiful!

After waiting for Wen Yi for so long, for the first time, their hearts beat like drums, and the deer in their hearts collided, and they were a little confused and had the idea of wanting to spend the night with them.

The maid asked, "Where is the elder going?" ”

Tongshan Gate is a subordinate immortal gate of the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion, and for thousands of years, it has relied on the blessing of the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion to survive in the immortal cultivation world where the demons are dancing.

A few years ago, Qing Yao, the young master of the Tongshan Gate, was treated by the Qingyun Sword Sect Sect Master and accepted him as a personal disciple.

A few years ago, Tongshanmen borrowed a magic weapon from the Ethereal Illusion Mansion.

The original owner came here to recuperate to get back the magic weapon.

Wen Yi didn't answer, she pushed open the door and walked straight towards the Treasure Pavilion.

"Phew-"

A sound and a sigh fell from the sky, and Wen Yi raised his eyes to look up at the sky.

Through the layers of clouds and mist, only a white figure could be seen looming in the clouds.

The man was wearing a jade crown on his head, his posture was clear, and behind the flying white brocade robe was a picture of Pisces, on which the word 'green' flashed.

When Wen Yi strode to the Treasure Pavilion, he found that this place was crowded, and everyone craned their necks to look up, looking forward to some big man coming.

"Seventh Elder, what is she doing here?"

"Who passed on the time when Ling Yujun came to the Tongshan Gate? Isn't it a matter of saying that you are not allowed to say it! ”

"The Seventh Elder has licked Ling Yujun for five or six years, and that dog's nose came when he smelled it, and he still needs to say?"

"Say a few words, the Seventh Elder doesn't look good."

"In front of the Qingyun Sword Sect, does she dare to do it?"

There was contempt and disdain in everyone's eyes, even if the waste of the Qi Cultivation Realm was in the name of an elder, no one respected him, no matter how powerful the Ethereal Illusion Mansion was, it was comparable to the Qingyun Sword Sect?

What's more, their young sect master is the beloved disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect Master!

"Wen Yi, Senior Brother can't avoid you, he is so avoiding you, you are still pasted like a dog skin plaster." In a flash of light, a delicate-faced nun stood in front of her, with a disdainful sneer on her face, "Thick-skinned as a city wall." ”

"Smack-" was ridiculed by the disciples of the subordinate sect one after another, Wen Yi raised his hand and slapped Qing Yao, "What kind of thing is he, he is also worthy of this seat?" ”

This slap stunned Qing Yao, her face turned red, and she looked at Wen Yi in disbelief.

Wen Yi loves her senior brother, even if she is ridiculed, she will inevitably break her teeth and swallow blood, but today she actually beat herself in front of her senior brother!

"Is the Seventh Elder so arrogant and domineering bullying me, is there no one in the Qingyun Sword Sect?" A cold and detached voice sounded from behind Wen Yi.

Wen Yi turned around and looked at the male cultivator.

The long wind of hunting and hunting blows Ling Yujun's white robe, his handsome facial features are as cold and hard as ice that has lasted for thousands of years, and a red sword pattern between his eyebrows makes his face like a crown of jade, making his whole person look dusty.

A sneer flashed in Qing Yao's eyes, look, she also said that it wasn't for the senior brother, everyone had to put it up!

"I also said that I didn't come here for Ling Yujun."

"The eyes of the Seven Elders are almost on the Immortal Monarch!"

"Young Master Qingyao is Ling Yujun's junior sister, the Seventh Elder doesn't kneel down to apologize and say that he won't go."

Ling Yujun looked at Wen Yi who was walking towards him, worried that she would throw herself into her arms again and pretend like before, her eyes overflowed with disgust, and then she pinched her hair.

Once the thermometer is close, it will bounce dozens of feet away.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wen Yi, waiting for her to apologize in a low voice and watch her laugh.

The thermometer is approaching step by step.

Everyone's hearts are ready for ridicule.

However, she didn't even give her favorite Ling Yujun a look, and walked away without squinting!!

What's going on?

All were in disbelief.

"What's going on? Seventh Elder, she empathized and said goodbye? ”

"Heh, if you want to capture the old and indulge, Ling Yujun will not eat such a small means."

Qing Yao looked shocked.

Ling Yujun frowned, he didn't pay attention to this little caution.

When everyone was stunned, when Wen Yi opened the door of the Treasure Pavilion to summon the Ethereal Illusion Mansion Gathering Spirit Treasure, everyone suddenly realized that the Seven Elders really did not come for Ling Yujun, and everyone sighed.

Ling Yujun was stunned and very surprised.

"This seat is here to get back the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion Gathering Spirit Ding, not for any cats and dogs." Wen Yi hugged Ju Lingding, "Qing Yao, as an elder of the main sect of the Tongshan Sect, let alone slap you, even if you are killed, outsiders cannot be blamed." ”

was ridiculed by Wen Yi in public, Qing Yao's face was pale and pale, and her face was hot and painful.

Qing Yao looked at Ju Lingding in Wen Yi's arms.

This Gathering Spirit Ding was brought by the master of the Tongshan Sect ten years ago who was seriously injured and his cultivation plummeted, dragging the crippled body to the main sect, which has the effect of condensing spiritual power and is infinitely useful.

Legend has it that it can silently improve the realm of monks in a short period of time, but no one has succeeded, and it has become a legend over time.

Half a month ago, the elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect escaped death from the dangerous secret realm, and the realm fell, and he needed to gather his spirit and gather his energy.

Julingding has been in Tongshanmen for many years, and Qing Yao is the young master, so he has long regarded it as a bag.

She went back to Tongshanmen today to gather Lingding, and she must not let Wen Yi take it away.