The cohabiting fairy emperor of the female president

"This sword is worth my shot!"

Long Qingcheng smiled, Xiao Linger's aptitude was indeed higher than Ye Xing's.

It's a pity that there is no one to teach, and I don't know how many detours I have taken all the way in the dark.

She just stimulated it a little bit, this girl actually has the feeling of seeing the sun through the dark clouds.

Xiao Ling'er's sword power rushed to Long Qingcheng's eyes in an instant.

She stretched out her sword finger, controlled it with spiritual power.

hum!
The sound of Weng Ming resounded from the long sword, colliding with Xiao Linger's blue sword light.

Afterwards, the cyan sword light stopped at the center of the two of them, and it was difficult to make an inch of progress.

In an instant!Xiao Ling'er slashed out three more sword moves in succession.

　 "That's right, you should fight like this, otherwise, all your spiritual power will be wasted."

The corner of Long Qingcheng's mouth was smiling, and the aura of the sword finger bloomed again.

Her long sword, which was shaken back by Xiao Ling'er, stabbed suddenly.

boom!
There was an explosion.

Xiao Ling'er could only see that Long Qingcheng's long sword suddenly magnified in her pupils.

After a while, it reached her throat, and she didn't even have time to react.

Just when she thought she was about to die.

Long Qingcheng's figure suddenly disappeared, and he grabbed onto the hilt of his sword immediately.

Looking at Long Qingcheng holding a long sword, Xiao Linger only felt cold sweat.

If she hadn't stopped the long sword in time, she would have been splashed with blood on the spot.

Xiao Ling'er swallowed the bitter water, her eyes were dim, and she said with difficulty: "I lost."

　 "Little girl, do you want to experience real swordsmanship?"

With a charming smile on his face, Long Qingcheng put away the long sword in his hand.

Xiao Linger nodded and said, "I think."

　 "Well, my girl is as you wish."

Long Qingcheng stood up, waved the long sword in his hand, and shouted: "This sword is called Huaqianyuexia, dare to try it."

Xiao Ling'er didn't say much, and immediately stimulated the spiritual power in her body.

Long Qingcheng smiled slightly, and with the dancing of her long sword, the shadows of many petals were rolled up.

While dancing, she said: "The so-called sword, the most important thing is the sword intent. If there is no sword intent, you are not worthy of holding a sword!"

Just one sentence, lingering in Xiao Linger's mind.

Acting like she did before, just relying on her own spiritual power, without any sword intent at all.

Such as that sword power, at best, it has no shape.

If she meets a monk with a strong foundation, she will not be able to win.

Comprehending the sword intent is different.

At that time, the realm is only a gap in the background, and does not represent the real strength.

In one sentence, she suddenly realized.

Xiao Linger's eyes were closely watching Long Qingcheng's movements.

For a moment, she seemed to be stuck in it, unable to extricate herself.

It's just that this kind of swordsmanship can be learned after watching it once.

The only one who can achieve this level is Long Qingcheng by Xiao Zhe's side.

In fact, he didn't know that Huang Shanshan could do it too.

Just at this moment when she was in a daze, among the many petals that floated up, the figure of the sun and the moon seemed to appear.

In the graphics, she actually felt the existence of the power of stars.

It was the first time for Xiao Linger to see such a profound technique.

The so-called power of the stars is nothing more than Long Qingcheng borrowing the power of the Dao.

　 "Little girl, take the sword!"

Following Long Qingcheng's soft drink, a sense of oppression suddenly hit Xiao Ling'er.

Her pupils flickered with the shadow of petals, but there was no movement in her hands.

No matter what, she couldn't take this sword.

Xiao Ling'er smiled bitterly, she, the girl of heaven, was just a clown in front of others.

If Long Qingcheng wants to kill her, one sword is enough.

She only realized the gap between Long Qingcheng and Long Qingcheng, but she didn't expect that the gap was as big as heaven and earth.

Looking at Xiao Ling'er who was doing nothing, Long Qingcheng frowned, and shouted: "What? You dare not make a move now?"

　 "Could it be that the sword in your hand is just a piece of scrap metal!"

Long Qingcheng's voice reached everyone's ears.

Xiao Aotian was impatient like an ant on a hot pot, looked at Xiao Zhe and said: "Little friend, please stop Miss Qingcheng, this sword can't be taken by Linger."

Xiao Zhe smiled lightly and ignored it.

Seeing this, Xiao Aotian sighed.

Even if he wanted to rush to Xiao Ling'er, it was too late.

　 "Ling'er, make a move!" Xiao Aotian shouted.

　 "Miss, make a move!"

Dozens of voices resounded through Qi Lingzong.

　 "you."

Looking at the dignified expressions of everyone, Xiao Ling'er clenched the long sword in her hand.

Immediately, a sword force broke out.

It doesn't matter if she can't take it, she will never sit still.

When the sword glow flashed, the scene of serious injury and death that she expected did not appear.

On the contrary, it was Long Qingcheng's sword intent, which seemed to be easily broken by that paper tiger.

　 "What's going on here." Xiao Linger said in surprise.

Long Qingcheng withdrew his long sword, stepped in the air, walked over, and said with a smile: "This sword only has sword power, but no sword intent."

　 "Little girl, sometimes you can't rely too much on your eyes, it will confuse you."

Long Qingcheng smiled slightly, and continued: "Fear will make you make wrong judgments. Don't feel invincible and lose the courage to take action."

　 "What is in front of you may not be a strong man, but in fact, it is a mediocre person who looks like a strong man."

After saying that, Long Qingcheng ignored Xiao Linger who was in shock.

Her little feet wearing bright silver high-heeled shoes gave off a flash of inspiration.

Then, Ling Kong stepped on the ground and walked towards Xiao Zhe.

Between the steps, it shows elegance.

The emerald green fluorescence under her feet rippling with a fashionable posture.

Wearing a long skirt that swings diagonally, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Two slender beautiful legs intertwined.

At this time, in Xiao Zhe's eyes, there was only fairness and nothing else.

If no outsiders were present, he, the Immortal Emperor, might still be drooling.

I really regret that I didn't realize that this girl has such a charm.

It doesn't matter, it's a little late, but fortunately, the person is already his.

"Master, I'm back."
After a while, Long Qingcheng came to Xiao Zhe.

Her delicate red lips carried a charming smile.

With blushing on her cheeks, she naturally took Xiao Zhe's arm.

The moment she walked down, she could clearly capture the fiery eyes of this bad guy.

A woman looks like someone who pleases herself. Although she is shy, she is very satisfied with Xiao Zhe's performance.

At least, this is a normal man.

Xiao Zhe nodded with a smile, the transformation of a woman brought great growth to Long Qingcheng.

　 "Thank you, Miss Qingcheng."

Xiao Aotian has a solemn expression, slightly cupping his fists.

Long Qingcheng raised his beautiful eyes, looked at Xiao Aotian, and said: "I just look at it for the sake of the cauldron, does this cauldron belong to us now?"

　 "Should be, should be." Xiao Aotian said with a smile.

Even if he is reluctant to give up, he is willing to gamble and admit defeat.

In addition, Long Qingcheng did not hesitate to point Xiao Linger, he should also give this tripod.

After all, in his eyes, only Xiao Linger is the most important.

A mere furnace is nothing but a foreign object.

No more, he can search for materials and refine again.

Long Qingcheng nodded in satisfaction, pouted and said, "That's about the same."

Then, with a wave of her palm, she put the cauldron into the storage ring.

Qi Lingzong's cauldron had already lost to her in the refining competition.

Now, with some pointers to Xiao Linger, they are not at a loss.

Although Long Qingcheng didn't know Xiao Zhe, what was the use of this thing.

But as long as it is what he needs, it will be found for him.

The purpose has nothing to do with her.

Xiao Aotian looked at the furnace cauldron, being put into the storage ring by Long Qingcheng, his cheeks ached slightly.

He smiled, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Miss Qingcheng, I have something else to ask, please agree."

　 "Go ahead."
Long Qingcheng smacked his red lips, looking a little impatient.

She had already taken Qi Lingzong's face into consideration, and did not embarrass Xiao Ling'er's loss too much.

It's just a stove, so what's the big deal.

　 "I"

　 "Father!"

Just as Xiao Aotian was about to speak, Xiao Linger's voice sounded behind him.

She frowned slightly, moved her round legs, and walked straight towards Long Qingcheng.

Approaching in front of them, the two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke first.

After a while.

Xiao Ling'er, who was clenching her fists tightly, suddenly stretched out her hands.

Then, he bent his knees, knelt down in front of Long Qingcheng, and said seriously: "Please accept me as an apprentice!"

　 "Ling'er."

Xiao Aotian's gaze was slightly dull, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

In order not to waste his daughter's talent, he searched hard for a good teacher.

It's just helpless, no one can catch Xiao Ling'er's eyes.

What he wanted was for Long Qingcheng to accept her as his disciple.

I thought she would refuse, but I didn't expect the girl to say it herself.

With Long Qingcheng's talent and strength, he could only have the idea of ​​giving it a try.

Right now, Xiao Linger said it himself, which saved him trouble.

　 "What did you say?"

Long Qingcheng was quite surprised, and she guessed that Xiao Linger was not convinced and wanted to fight her again.

Or, if you don't keep your promise, you have to go back to the furnace.

If so, she must have blown up the spirit sect.

It doesn't matter if you don't keep your promises or make friends with a dignified sect.

Xiao Ling'er raised her gaze, stared into Long Qingcheng's eyes, and said forcefully: "Master, please accept me as an apprentice!"

　 "Why do you want to worship me as a teacher?" Long Qingcheng asked curiously.

Xiao Linger cast a glance at Xiao Zhe, and then said: "I want to become a real strong man. Ordinary people are not worthy of being my master. If I lose to you, I am sincerely convinced."

　 "If Master doesn't accept me, Xiao Ling'er will never be able to kneel down!"

boom!
With the burst of spiritual power, Xiao Ling'er directly stabbed the long sword in her hand into the bluestone slab on the ground.

Seeing this, Xiao Aotian not only didn't have any dissatisfaction, but showed a little relief.

Known daughter Mo Ruofu, his proud daughter, has let go of her figure.

If she can get the guidance of Long Qingcheng, coupled with her own talent, it can be said that she will leap a thousand miles.

Long Qingcheng frowned slightly, and looked at Xiao Linger for a while.

Gradually, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she turned her head to look at Xiao Zhe, and said, "Master, what do you think?"

　 "It's up to you, it has nothing to do with me if people worship you." Xiao Zhe spread his hands and said.

　 "Okay, I promise you, get up!"

Long Qingcheng waved his palm, and a light spiritual force supported Xiao Ling'er's body.

She blinked her eyes playfully, and said, "Alright, if you take you as an apprentice, you won't be able to take my master's idea, don't you regret it?"