The beauty of fast time travel and the tragic villain

Chapter 130 Raiding the Son of the Demon Venerable (3)

The right index finger and middle finger of Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, gathered together a golden ray of light. His right index finger and middle finger pointed together, and the golden ray divided into two beams and injected into the hulls of the two ships respectively.

"I have passed the immortal method on the hulls of these two ships, and the ships will definitely head in the direction of Penglai Xianshan, and there will be no mistake in the direction."

"Everyone, it's not too late, let's go."

After finishing his speech, Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, walked down the deck in a fluttering white robe, with the appearance of a fairy, with a sheathed sword in his right hand, and walked towards the cabin of the luxurious ship.

The two boatmen on the two luxurious boats started to steer and set sail. The two boats were full of voices and bustling, full of joy.

Inside the cabin of a luxury ship.

"What is the girl's name?"

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, happened to be on the same boat as Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, and Jian Anning, the princess of Chen Kingdom.

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, had a cold smile on his face, like an exiled immortal. He asked the Princess of Chen Kingdom, Jian Anning, with a very polite tone and a voice as gentle as jade.

"My name is Jian Anning, and I'm the princess of Chen Kingdom. This fairy, what's the matter with you?"

Princess Jian Anning of Chen Kingdom is resting in the guest room in the cabin, Princess Jian Anning of Chen Kingdom is also in her room, and her maid Zhao Yuyu is also there.

The red lips of Jian Anning, the princess of Chen Kingdom, were slightly parted. She looked at Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, and said in a moderate voice.

"My name is Shen Qiye, and I'm Jian Anning's future lover. What's the matter with you?"

The Princess of Chen Kingdom, Jian Anning, opened her mouth to speak, and Shen Qiye, the son of the Mozun, rushed to say the next sentence.

"Hey, hey, Shen Qiye, be careful what you say, when did you become my future lover?"

Princess Chen's Jian Anning's eyes were burning with anger, her face was slightly sullen, her cheeks were slightly flushed due to the anger in her heart, her red lips were slightly pouted, and she scolded the demon's son Shen Qiye.

"Didn't we make a bet just now?"

"Oh, so you're admitting defeat now, admitting that your talent is not as good as mine?"

The anger on the face of the Princess of Chen Kingdom, Jian An Ning, disappeared, and she turned into a charming smile, which can be called a charming smile.

"I never said that."

"It was you who said that you wanted to make a bet with me. If I lose, I have to fall in love with you."

"Which decent girl would make such a bet with a man who has only known each other for less than a day. There is no girl like you in the village where I live."

"Hehe, that's because you don't know much."

The Princess of Chen Kingdom, Jian An Ning, spoke with indifference. She raised her eyebrows and glared at Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Lord.

"I don't argue with women."

Shen Qiye, the demon's son, looked at Jian Anning, the princess of Chen Kingdom. Although she was beautiful, her heart was too small, and her unreasonable attitude was even more terrifying than his demon's father, Chonglou.

"Okay, stop arguing..."

"I think your relationship is really good, don't quarrel, maybe you will still be in the same sect in the future..."

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, said to Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, and Jian Anning, the princess of Chen Kingdom.

"Jian Anning, I came here to take a look because I sensed the spiritual roots in you."

"Jian Anning, your talent should be pretty good, probably the best among the hundreds of people who went to Penglai Fairy Mountain this time, so you must work hard to stand out in the entrance exam for Penglai Fairy Mountain."

"In the future, I might call you Junior Sister."

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, held a sword in his right hand and was dressed in fluttering white clothes. He spoke to the Princess of Chen Kingdom, Jian Anning, with a voice like jade falling to the ground.

"Your Royal Highness, the immortal said that you are the most talented person among those who went to Penglai Xianshan this time. If you can pass the entrance examination for students in Penglai Xianshan, His Majesty the Emperor must be very happy."

Zhao Yuyu, the servant girl of Princess Jian Anning of the Chen Kingdom, was dressed in a white dress, and she had been serving behind Her Royal Highness the whole time.

The maid Zhao Yuyu couldn't help but feel delighted when she heard that the handsome fairy of Zhilan Yushu praised Her Royal Highness so much.

"That's right, it's a pity that the father is not here, otherwise, if he heard this, he might not be jealous of my daughter."

When Princess Jian Anning of Chen Kingdom thought of her father Jian Zhiyuan who was far away in Chen Kingdom, she felt a headache.

Father Jian Zhiyuan, as the monarch of a country, didn't think about how to govern the country well, but only thought about how to go to the legendary Penglai fairy mountain to seek immortality and ask immortals in order to live forever.

Before the Princess of Chen Kingdom Jian Anning set off, the Emperor of Chen Kingdom Jian Zhiyuan specially told her daughter that if she succeeds in her studies, she must come back and teach her father the magic of immortality.

"Immortal, then I will borrow your auspicious words and call you senior brother first."

The princess of Chen Kingdom, Jian Anning, has a charming smile on her face, her eyebrows are curved, her mouth is also very sweet, and she is very good at talking.

"Don't call me an immortal, just call me Li Qinghuan."

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, showed no arrogance. He nodded and said in a cold voice to Princess Chen Anning.

"If there's nothing else, I won't bother the girl. Let me go."

"Li Qinghuan, wait a minute, you said that Jian Anning's talent is the best among the two people, so how about my talent?"

When Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, was about to leave the cabin, Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, suddenly stopped him.

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, has a good temper. He looked Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, up and down, and said, "I'm really sorry, but I couldn't detect the spiritual roots in your body."

"What did you say?" Shen Qiye, the son of the Mozun, raised his voice an octave, and he gritted his teeth a bit.

"However, even if the spiritual root is weak, there is still hope of becoming a disciple of Penglai Xianshan."

"As long as you pass the entrance exam in Penglai Xianshan, you don't need your spiritual root to pass the entrance exam. You can cultivate your spiritual root slowly in the future."

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, did not know that Shen Qiye in front of him was the son of the Demon Venerable, and his mana was comparable to him.

If the two of them fought seriously, Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, would even have stronger magic power than Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable.

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, could not feel the spiritual roots in Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable;

Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, mistakenly thought that Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, was a mortal, and was angry because he could not stay in Penglai Immortal Mountain to practice immortal arts because he had no spiritual roots, so he comforted him nicely.

"Of course I will pass the entrance exam for disciples of Penglai Xianshan, just wait and see."

Shen Qiye, the son of the Demon Venerable, was dressed in black, and with his left hand wearing the Demon Suppressing Ring, he pulled up the white collar of Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, and he was about to punch Li Qinghuan, the son of the Immortal Venerable, in the face with his right hand.

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two was tense.

(End of this chapter)