Qingyu stretched lazily, this was the first time he saw the outside light in the past month, although the outside light was not sunlight, but this light was more comfortable than sunlight.

He settled down, and took out the map given by his master from the storage bag, the Ghost Dance Peak is very large, and the trees are lush, and the terrain is also relatively complicated, if he doesn't have a map, it will be a question of whether he can even go out of the inner disciple area.

He suddenly remembered the fog leaf magic weapon he had received, it was a flying magic weapon, and he happened to use it himself, and the master said that he would give himself a set of tools and disciple equipment for high-grade magic weapons, but he hadn't given it to himself yet.

After chuckling lightly, Qingyu took out a magic weapon that looked like a green leaf from the storage bag, and then injected spiritual power into the magic weapon, and jumped up as soon as he threw it into the air.

At the beginning, Qingyu was not familiar with this thing, so he flew crookedly, low and high, and extremely unstable, but soon after, he was easy to get started, and he could also fly around with his hands behind his back like his master, but the master used his own magic weapon, and he was just an ordinary low-grade flying magic weapon.

Although this magic weapon is easy to use and easy to operate, it is obvious that its speed is not very fast, it is just a little faster than an ordinary horse, and the quality is inferior, which is no wonder, the disciple can have one in his hand. Although the magic weapon was a little worse, after all, it was Qingyu's first autonomous flight in the air, so he still played with great interest for a long time.

"Haha!" In the midst of laughter, Qingyu, who was addicted to flying, finally drove the magic weapon to a certain place.

Along the way, he also passed by several other disciples who were also flying. Maybe it was because Qing Yu's face was too unfamiliar, so most of these people looked at Qing Yu curiously, but when they saw that he was only in the realm of the seventh-layer exercises, they all disdained to stay away.

Many disciples below looked at Qing Yu's flying magic weapon, and they all looked at it disdainfully and didn't care, because this is Ghost Dance Peak, and most of the female disciples didn't take the initiative to find trouble, if this was in several other mountain ranges, someone flew over from the residence of the inner disciple on this kind of flying magic weapon representing ordinary disciples, and he would have been beaten down a long time ago.

Qingyu rode this green leaf magic weapon, but it was also very comfortable.

When he flew to Mo Yefei's residence as shown on the map, Qingyu naturally stopped and descended.

As soon as he landed, he saw a man dressed in black looking at him with disdain in front of him, Qingyu saw all his actions in his eyes, there was no expression on his face, but he couldn't help sneering a few times in his heart. It seems that these so-called disciples of the Great Sect of Immortal Cultivation are no different from secular mortals, the same snobbery!

Qingyu ignored him, and walked directly forward, towards the room where Mo Yefei was usual, but as soon as he took two steps, an iron fan suddenly blocked in front of him, if he hadn't reacted quickly and hurriedly retreated, the fan would have hit him.

The man looked at Qing Yu, still with arrogance and disdain, "Just an ordinary outer disciple, you want to step into the courtyard of the master Mo of the Ghost Dance Mountain, you are not qualified enough!"

Qing Yu carefully felt the coercion on this man's body, was it at the beginning of the foundation building period? This person was similar to the fluctuations of several monks of the Meng family that he had seen in Linnan City.

Looking at the costumes, black, it should be yin and evil, the ghost vein is blue-black, and the ghost dance vein is red-black, so these three main veins can be separated at a glance.

Qing Yu glanced at him, and took out the token given by Liu Chen from his arms, the blue-black card, and the ghost head on it shone with a terrifying light, which was the token of the inner disciple of the ghost lineage.

"Yo, it's still an inner disciple," this person saw it, and he was even more disdainful, Xiang Qingyu has a relationship with him, his strength is not enough to build a foundation, but he has seen too much.

As a demon sect, the Ghost Spirit Sect is forbidden to fight in the sect, but the battle between disciples of the same generation, the master is not allowed to participate, if you are strong, you can bully people, if you are weak, you can only be bullied, even if Qingyu's master is strong, he can't do anything to him, not to mention that it is a ghost vein that is getting worse now.

But he didn't stop Qingyu anymore, generally this kind of guy is entrusted by his master, and it is not easy to stop him.

After Qingyu walked over, he glanced at this guy coldly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the killing intent also flashed, "In two months, I look forward to fighting with you!" After speaking, he walked directly into Mo Yefei's house.

When the man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, "I don't know if I live or die!"

Inside the house. Mo Yefei was sitting cross-legged on the ground, showing her hand and raising the teacup in her hand, and the spiritual tea in the cup was drunk by her.

Sitting across from her was an elderly woman, like a middle-aged woman, but the charm between the corners of her eyebrows added to her a touching color that a young woman did not have.

The woman also drank her tea, and then she said slowly, "This person is your new disciple, Senior Sister, doesn't look very good." ”

This person's cultivation is at the peak of the late stage of the Yudan, which is much higher than Mo Yefei's cultivation, but Mo Yefei is not respectful, she replied: "I see that your nephew is even more useless. ”

The two glanced at each other, what they had talked about before, what they were thinking now, no one knew.

When Qingyu came in here, the middle-aged woman had already flown away, only Mo Yefei was drinking tea by herself, knowing that Qingyu had come in, she didn't raise her head and said, "What's the matter?

Qingyu consciously sat opposite her, and also poured a cup of tea very calmly, and drank it slowly, as soon as this tea entered his mouth, he felt as if he had taken a sip of aura, and the film of the seventh to eighth layers of his qi training period suddenly cracked, and he entered the eighth layer of qi training.

Having tasted such sweetness, he greedily looked at the rest of the tea.

Mo Yefei shook his head, he seemed to really underestimate this disciple, in just one month, he had cultivated to the eighth layer of Qi cultivation, except for the eighth layer that had just broken through, it was a little unstable, but the rest of his true qi was very solid.

Seeing that Qingyu was going to get the rest of the tea again, Mo Yefei moved her right hand, and the teapot was in her hand, "With your cultivation, you can only drink one cup of tea a month, and your body can't stand it if you drink too much." ”

Qingyu stuck out his tongue in disbelief, and then said, "Okay then, master, I'm here to ......"

Before he finished speaking, a bunch of things were placed in front of his eyes, all kinds of high-grade flying magic weapons, tools, everything, and he happily put them away.

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