Qianwei was contemplating behind the black stone, but the heavy bird in the bushes over there suddenly let out a sharp hiss, and flew towards the bitter leaf tree under the cliff like a lightning speed.

Someone broke into their lair?

Qianwei didn't have time to think about it, and quickly flew over.

Before he could get closer, he saw a man dressed in white and covered in ice, standing under the bitter leaf tree, looking up at the golden leaves on the tree.

His cold eyes, shining like gold in the sun. He didn't look at the two heavy birds standing on the tree and screaming angrily, nor at the three gray fluttering eggs, but just looked at the leaves of the bitter leaf tree, and stood there for a moment.

Brother Benevolent, are you taking a fancy to this tree?

Qing Xun Immortal Jun really took a fancy to this tree.

The bitter-leaved tree, with its green buds from the early spring, is thick green in the summer, like a baby's palm, and fleshy, and in the autumn it is crimson, and the flesh is like a fruit, as if the little slap is curled up into a fist, and in the depths of winter, the leaves turn golden again, and all are stretched out, but they are no longer fat, but as thin as cicada's wings.

Why is it called a bitter leaf tree? Not because the leaves are bitter, but because there is a bitter fruit hidden in the trunk of this bitter leaf tree. Legend has it that if you want to forget your feelings, as long as you dig up this bitter fruit and take it with warm water, it is guaranteed that you will forget all about the negative person.

It's just that how effective it will be remains to be verified.

The bitter leaf tree is rare, one is born in 10,000 years, and a tree only bears one bitter fruit, once this fruit is taken out, the bitter leaf tree will also become a dead tree.

The heavy birds love to roost on bitter-leaved trees, and they love the golden leaves the most. If someone picks a leaf, it's no different from the old nest that holds it, and they have to fight hard.

Therefore, even if Qingjing Immortal Jun didn't mean to steal the bird's eggs, the two Chongming birds, which looked particularly like chickens, were still on guard as if they were facing a great enemy.

Qingjing Xianjun slowly raised his hand, his pale and slender fingers were about to touch the golden leaf, and the two heavy birds were protecting the eggs, and the other swooped down, and the sharp beak went straight to his eyes.

At this critical moment, Qianwei, who was hiding behind a pine tree, was sweating nervously in his palms, but the man in white still looked so calm.

Of course, Qianwei was not afraid that Chongming Bird would hurt the beautiful man, even if she didn't have the four eyeballs of Chongming Bird, she could see at a glance that it was an immortal with a high level of cultivation, and it was a matter of minutes to deal with two birds. Even if this ancient divine bird has infinite strength and is good at fighting fierce beasts, the other party is a god.

She was worried about the safety of the two heavy birds, in order not to hurt the two heavy birds, how many days and nights she searched and squatted in the deep mountains and old forests, if the mortal did not care about life or death, she would have to endure this hardship.

Now she has suffered hardship, but if the bird still dies, she will not be willing to do so anyway.

Qianwei threw out the soul locking whip, and just intercepted an immortal method waved out by Qingjing Immortal Jun, seeing that the heavy bird was about to peck at Qingjing Xianjun's eyes, Qingjing Immortal Jun moved back a few steps lightly.

Qingjing Immortal Jun glanced coldly at Qianwei who turned out from behind the pine tree, didn't pay much attention to it, and sacrificed another immortal method with his backhand, and went straight to the Chongming bird.

Qianwei's eyes were quick, and at the moment she was wrapped with a whip, and said with a gloomy face: "This ancient divine bird is extremely rare, if the Immortal Monarch doesn't want it, don't get in the way of other people's affairs." ”

It seems that this immortal monarch is planning to carry out Gao Leng to the end, but I saw that he still didn't say a word, although he no longer used the immortal method, but he showed a long sword with a blade like autumn frost, and the blade of the sword was not towards Chongming Bird, but towards Qianwei.

Good guy, fight, right, she hasn't been afraid of anyone in the ghost world.

Where the long sword went, there was a rain of leaves, and the towering ancient trees broke off at the waist, and there was a mess in all directions.

The Soul Locking Whip shifts in the flickering of broken leaves, and is as agile as a swimming snake, always wrapped around the sword, both avoiding its edge and making it impossible to break through its control.

After a few rounds, Qingjing Immortal Jun finally looked at the woman in black and asked, "Who are you?"

"Ghost Realm Qianwei. ”

The two onlookers saw that the momentum was not right, which of these two looked better than themselves, and it was not comparable to those fierce tigers and lions on weekdays. At the moment, there is no longer a love war, although the bitter leaf tree is good, but in the end, it is more important to live a small life.

Two heavy birds surrounded the nest and chirped a few times, apparently trying to escape.

Qianwei's heart was in a hurry, she flew to the bottom of the bitter leaf tree, kicked on the trunk, and the golden leaves of the bitter leaf tree fell down.

Qianwei has a slender figure, a slender waist, and after kicking it, she stands quietly under the bitter leaf tree, like a tough bamboo; she raises her head slightly, squinting at the two heavy birds, her eyebrows and eyes are slender, and there is a hint of fierceness in her coldness; her skin is fair, and her cheeks are thin, giving people a sense of rejection, and she is by no means a gentle woman.

Among the broken gold-like leaves, Qianwei slanted the corners of her mouth, see where you are fleeing?

The heavy bird fluttered twice on the branch, one did not look, and the three gray fluttering eggs tossed twice in the nest, and as the nest overturned, it also fell under the tree.

Qingjing Xianjun didn't expect her to move, and he was also stunned.

Until the sharp cry of the Chongming bird pierced through the deep forest, three eggs, two birds only had time to grab two, and the remaining one was about to fall to the ground, Qianwei raised one foot, hooked the egg up with her toes, and only reached out to catch the bird's egg.

She has already thought about waiting for the drama of threatening each other with eggs, and legend has it that the Chongming bird is the most protective of the cubs, and when facing danger, it is necessary to protect the little birds with their lives.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, the bird egg suddenly seemed to be summoned by a force and flew towards Qingjing Immortal Jun's hand.

Qianwei was annoyed, but when she swung her whip to stop it, she was already a step late, and Qingjing Xianjun pinched the bird egg and checked it in the palm of her hand.

"Which mountain are you a little immortal monarch on the mountain? ”

"Junior Qingjing, I don't know what the ghost lord is doing to catch this heavy bird?"

He is an immortal monarch of tens of thousands of years, and in the eyes of Qianwei, a ghost lord of tens of thousands of years, he claims that his younger generation is indeed not wronged.

Qing Jing is avenging her kick just now, the bitter leaf tree is extremely fragile, if because of her kick, the bitter heart fruit is broken, where will you go to find another bitter leaf tree?

"You don't deserve to know. Qianwei was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly sacrificed the whip.

The fight here is in full swing, and the two heavy birds over there muttered with teary eyes, which probably means: Look at the strength of those two people, don't run away at this time, and I'm afraid that the whole family will have to explain here.

Eventually, the two heavy birds flew into the sky with two eggs, and then flew into the forest, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qianwei: "......"

The legends are all lies.

Look at the old lady, I don't want to unload you little fairy today.

Qianwei no longer had any scruples, a soul-locking whip made a rustling sound, and the anger of her whole body gathered into the whip's hand, vowing to whip the green fairy to the flesh.

Qingjing Immortal Jun fought and retreated, complaining bitterly in his heart, he didn't expect the two Chongming Birds to slip away so quickly. If time could be turned back, he was afraid that he would rather help Qianwei catch the bird than snatch the bird.

Now this egg is in his hand, and it is very hot.

He knew that he was no match for Qianwei, so he threw the bird egg high with one hand, and saw that Qianwei's long whip really rolled the egg, so he quickly slashed the bitter leaf tree with a sword, and the tip of the sword picked the freshly baked bitter fruit, but the bitter fruit did not seem to be damaged.

When Qianwei's next whip struck, Qingjing Immortal Jun flew and disappeared out of thin air.

The soul lock whip only rolled down a corner of her clothes, and she was ready to fight for three hundred rounds, but who knew that this guy would just escape.

Qianwei slapped the soul locking whip on the broken bitter leaf tree, and the entire tree was shattered in an instant.

Looking at the dusty bird eggs in her hand, Qianwei grinded her teeth secretly, not razing your fairy mountain, it is difficult to solve the hatred in the heart of the old lady today.