scolded Yun Yi, and Chen Luo's heart was much more comfortable.

Frankly speaking, Chen Luo hates this feeling of being calculated, especially by his own people.

But he also knew in his heart that if Yun Yi didn't do this, it would be almost impossible for Qingli Sword to be born so early.

Even if Qingli is born, the heir may not be Tongli.

When he reached Chen Luo's realm, talent was no longer enough to prove anything, what he cared about was fate, and even more so luck.

In other words, if you want to gain his approval, you have to rely on metaphysics, and the rest is useless.

The reason why Chen Luo will accept Tongli is mainly because of Yunyi's calculations, which is actually a manifestation of fate, and it is also a proof of Tongli's luck.

If her luck is not deep enough, it is impossible for her to get Yun Yi's help, let alone Chen Luo's approval.

And the most important thing is that Qingli Jian himself did not object, when Chen Luo handed the sword to Tong Li, Qingli was silent.

The divine sword has a spirit, and with Tongli's micro-end cultivation, as long as the Qingli Sword does not resist, it is the greatest recognition.

Therefore, under the influence of many aspects, Chen Luo decided to train Tong Li to become the Qingli Sword Master in this life.

Tong Li, this little girl, is extremely talented, she is only fourteen years old and she is already in the Foundation Building Realm (2), and she has only been cultivating for more than a year.

This is also related to her special physique, which is naturally compatible with the Dao, and can accommodate ten thousand Dao in her body, which is the top physique in the Xuanhuang world.

The only drawback is that there is no name for the time being, because the world is not sure whether this constitution exists or does not exist, so no one has named it.

How rare is this kind of physique, even Chen Luo, who has lived for 100,000 years, has only seen it twice, and the last time was 70,000 years ago.

It took only two thousand years for that One to transcend the world and ascend to the top.

Therefore, Tong Li is still very worthy of cultivation, with her cultivation talent, once the firepower is fully opened, the speed is estimated to be described as divine speed.

At this time, holding the Qingli Sword and using the teleportation array to return to the inner disciple's residential area, Tong Li hurriedly entered his hut.

Lying on the bed, there was a little light in Tong Li's beautiful eyes, as bright as the stars.

"Aren't you dreaming today?" Tong Li pinched his smooth and delicate face and muttered to himself.

"It doesn't seem so." Stroking the scabbard of the Qingli sword, looking at the word Qingli on the hilt, Tong Li's face was full of excitement, "Qingli, Qingli, the name is so good, it's almost the same as my name, all with a Li." ”

The little girl may have a limited level of education, and did not realize that her Li and Qingli's glass are not the same glass.

"Who is that patriarch?" Although Tong Li is a little simple, she also knows that today she is very likely to have met the noble person in her life.

"Oops, I don't want to, I don't want to." Tong Li felt that his head was messed up, and he couldn't calm down and cultivate.

I had to hold Qingli, lie on the bed, and think nonsense.

What will tomorrow be like, can you get the approval of the ancestor, and what will the ancestor teach you......

A large number of questions kept spinning in Tong Li's head, which made her mood particularly complicated.

Gradually, in the dead of night, the bright moonlight scattered across the land, shining through the window on Tong Li's face.

The green glass sword in his arms also emitted a faint white light, as if responding to the moon.

I don't know how long it took, the girl was illuminated by two rays of light, and her heart gradually regained her calm, and she was not worried about tomorrow, but finally fell asleep.

The next morning, the sun rises, awakening the life of the earth.

Chen Luo's consciousness had just escaped from the small world of life.

He didn't play a game, he was watching the game.

Last night, the Changzi generation and the virtual character generation each sent three members to start a three-v-three fair competition, so Chen Luo wanted to see what the situation was.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or someone deliberately manipulated it, but the three people sent by the Chang Zi generation and the virtual word generation happened to be three pairs of masters and apprentices, and they were also fighting between masters and apprentices.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Luo's interest will be aroused, and he wants to see if it is the imaginary generation who is rebellious and abuses the elders with blood, or the Changzi generation who defends the dignity of the elders and hangs the imaginary generation.

The result is a little disappointing, Jiang is still old and spicy in the end, and the Chang Zi generation has a record of winning all three battles, and the abuse of the virtual character generation.

After watching this game, Chen Luo was full of emotion in his heart, and couldn't help but say: "These little rabbit cubs of the imaginary generation are too poor in acting, and they should indeed be strengthened." ”

After watching the play, of course, I continued to do my business.

The Dream Dao Sutra operated on its own, and Chen Luo continued to study the cyclone in the palm of his left hand, completely forgetting that he had an appointment with someone today.

"Yo! It seems to have passed the time. Suddenly, Chen Luo's expression changed, and he used the method of shifting, and disappeared into the courtyard in an instant.

At the top of Hongluan Peak, Tong Li hugged Qingli in his arms, his body was tall, and his pretty face was full of worry.

Now that the appointed time has arrived, the patriarch has not arrived, which makes Tong Li, who is already blind, very uneasy.

"Waiting a long time?" A gentle voice sounded, and Tong Li blinked his big eyes as he watched the patriarch fly out of the vast sea of clouds.

"No, no, the disciple has just arrived." Tong Li couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and his voice trembled a little.

"You're nervous?" Chen Luo looked at Tong Li with a smile on his face.

"I, I, sort of." Tong Liqiao blushed and replied with her head down.

"Don't be nervous, this is just the beginning." He could understand Tong Li's feelings.

"Whew! Patriarch, please rest assured, the disciple is fine. Tong Li exhaled and forcibly suppressed his emotions.

"Well, this matter is urgent, you calm down first." Chen Luo was not in a hurry, and wanted to give people some time to adapt.

A quarter of an hour later, Tong Li had already controlled his emotions and quietly waited for Chen Luo's teaching.

"Can you pull out the green glass sword?" Chen Luo asked lightly.

"If you go back to the patriarch, the disciple can barely do it." Tong Li replied respectfully.

"Well, in that case, you will have to draw your sword ten thousand times a day in the future, and now there are about two hours before the sun goes down, if you can't finish it, then you don't have to leave." Chen Luo's words made Tong Li fall into a stupor.

"This, Patriarch, me." Tong Li had tried to pull out the green glass sword before, but it was really difficult.

Two hours, drawing her sword 10,000 times, this is an almost impossible task for her.

"If you can't accept it, Qingli Sword stays, you can go down the mountain by yourself!" Chen Luo was not angry, and his voice was still as flat as water.

"The disciple can, can accept it." Tong Li gritted his teeth and said firmly.

"In that case, let's get started!" Chen Luo turned his back and didn't look at the girl.

Listening to the sound of the sword coming from drawing the sword, he knew that this matter could not be done, but this was the fastest way to master the Qingli Sword.

Chen Luo also had to make this decision, after all, he couldn't master the Qingli Sword, how could he learn the unparalleled Qingli Sword Style.

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye, and by this time Tong Li had almost lost consciousness, relying only on instinct to draw his sword.

The body is exhausted, and the mouth counts the number of times the mind explodes.

"Two thousand eight hundred and ninety-six." Tong Li's eyes were blank, and Chen Luo was shocked in his heart.

This little girl's will is so firm, Chen Luo asked himself, he can't do this.

Take out a pill, crush the pill, and throw it into the girl's unconscious mouth.

The pill melted in the mouth, turning into a warm current that instantly swam all over the body, and in a few breaths, the girl's consciousness was restored, and the state of the whole person was completely restored to normal.

"Disciple, thank you, Patriarch." Tong Li's clear eyes flashed with excitement, and he once again drew his sword and closed it.

Chen Luo nodded with satisfaction, he likes such juniors, only in this way can the Qingli Sword not be buried.