The six-person imperial sword flew extremely fast, but even so, it took seven full days to reach the important place where the cultivation conference was held, the first major sect in the cultivation realm, the fairy spirit mountain.

The place where the once-a-year Xiuzhen Conference is held is held in turn in the mountains where the three major sects are located, and this year it happened to be the turn of Xianling Mountain.

Qing Hong took his daughter and disciples to land at the foot of Xianling Mountain far away, and did not fly up directly without the sword, this is the rule of the cultivation world, in order to show respect, all cultivators have to walk to climb the mountain when they reach the territory of the three major sects of the cultivation world. And those who did not follow the rules had long been blocked by the large mountain guard array halfway up the mountain.

Xianling Mountain is not very high, but it is still very difficult for two five-year-old children to walk all the way, especially Qingling, she is the most ordinary child in the eyes of her father and senior brothers, unlike her sister, who has cultivated to the Jindan stage. So when she was climbing the mountain, she was carried up the mountain by a senior brother.

Qing Ling smiled, and was also happy, with a free 'mount', of course happy, and at the same time, he carefully examined his three senior brothers for a long time.

Although she was resident in the cave before, she also knew that her father Qinghong's three major disciples, Yi Ying, Yi Ming, and Yi Heng, heard that they were not very old, but they had good qualifications, and they had all cultivated to the late stage of Jindan, and the three of them earth, wood, and fire, the three attributes complemented each other, and the combined combat power of the three of them could even rival a master in the early stage of the Yuan Infant. Presumably these three were the ones she had heard about.

Carried by his senior brother for more than half an hour, Qingling stretched out his arm boringly to move his body, and then looked down at his sister beside his father. And the pill she gave her was just right to melt perfectly all over the body during this mountaineering.

"Father, how long will it take for us to arrive?" Qing Ling couldn't help but ask, it was really boring to keep going like this, and their group seemed to have come earlier, and they didn't see many cultivators passing by along the way.

"It's probably been more than an hour to arrive, and I've only been to this fairy mountain twice. Qinghong turned around, explained to his second daughter, and looked down at the eldest daughter beside him: "Is Xiao Qingying tired?

"I'm not tired, father, I can climb to the top of the mountain by myself. Qing Ying chuckled and raised her jaw and shook her head at her father.

Qingying's insistent smile seemed to infect Qinghong, and then she also smiled and praised with a relieved smile: "It is worthy of being my Qinghong's daughter." ”

"Hey, hey, hey—father, I'm your daughter too, okay. Qing Ling pursed his lips in protest, looking at the father and daughter, who seemed to ignore their existence.

"Hehe~ Little Sister Qingling is of course Master's daughter, but Little Sister Qingying has to work harder than you~" Yi Ying, who was carrying Qingling on her back, said with a smile. When everyone heard his words, they all laughed.

"Xiao Qingling, you have to learn more from your sister, if you are lazy, it will be a problem to even protect yourself. Father Qinghong said cautiously, then looked at his three proud disciples, and ordered: "In the future, if you are successful in cultivation, help me take care of this daughter of mine." ”

The tone seemed to recognize that Qingling would achieve nothing when he grew up.

This scene made Qing Ling couldn't help but open her mouth: "Father, I ......" She wanted to say that she was not a waste, but when she came to her mouth, she held back. If you let her father know her peerless qualifications, don't you be forced to cultivate to death?

Forget it, forget it, waste is waste, so she doesn't want to keep cultivating like a machine.

Talking and laughing, several people also climbed the sect of Xianling Mountain.

Xianling Mountain is actually called Xianling Gate, but the cultivation world prefers to call the title of the famous mountain to which each sect belongs, so it is called Xianling Mountain. The fairy gate was built in the mountains, some distance from the top of the mountain. From a distance, Xianlingmen is a vacant land on the mountainside, but when you actually arrive, you can only know how big this land is.

As soon as a few people arrived at the Xianling Gate, there were waiters to guide them, and after Qinghong showed the head token of the identity certificate, several people were taken to the south side of a residential building.

At this time, Qingling had been put down by his senior brother Yi Ying, and he walked slowly beside his father, looking around, and probably saw the geographical location of the Xianling Gate, sitting west and facing east, the magnificent hall was in the westernmost part of the mountain, the building in the south was a guest room, and the north was a martial arts field.

Xianlingmen is worthy of being the first major sect in the cultivation realm, and the guest rooms are densely arranged, but they are divided into small courtyards in an orderly manner, and Qinghong and several people are divided into a courtyard, and after hanging a sandalwood sign with the names of each sect on the gate, the messenger left. Before leaving, I also explained that someone would bring food over during meal time.

A series of actions, obviously did not take the people from Qingyu Mountain in their eyes, Qing Hong sent the waiter away with a faint expression, but his disciples clenched their fists and gritted their teeth in anger.

The gate closed, and the few people standing in the courtyard showed an indignant expression, Qinghong waved his hand indifferently about this, and said lightly: "If Qingyu Mountain can be among the first-class sects, these attendants of the gate sect will not be so dismissive of us." Alas~~~ In my lifetime, I hope this goal can be achieved in my daughter......" After speaking, he set his eyes on Qingying's body.

Although Qingying was young, she also understood her father's words, and said firmly with her little fists: "Father, don't worry, I will definitely carry forward our Qingyu Mountain!"

When Qinghong heard this, he nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this scene, Qing Ling suddenly realized the importance of strength: it turned out that in this world, strength is the uncle, and a little waiter of the gate sect dared to show us a face. I remember this person! When I have the strength, I will want you to look good!

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