Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

Obviously, although they didn't dare to be dissatisfied with Ling Xiao's arrogance, they still held their breath in their hearts.

And these people are all full of Dao charm and spiritual power. Although they have no luck, they are all expected in other Taoisms!

"Anymore?"

Ling Xiao's eyes were calm, and the moment he finished speaking, he heard a cold shout from the void.

"Ye Qingchan from the Ye clan, pay my respects to the young master."

"Ok?"

Countless experts from the ancient sect frowned slightly, looking up at the figure in Tsing Yi falling from the sky, their eyes were full of surprise.

The Ye Clan is the only force that dared to be late on the day when the young master of the Ling Clan was born.

But at this time, when they saw the girl in green and black, with a peerless appearance, many people were stunned.

Seven days ago, the young master of the Ling Clan was furious and killed the confidante of the Ye Clan to the Tianmu Domain, beheaded the Saint Realm, and killed Tianzun.

Originally, everyone was still wondering what kind of woman could make this young master of the ancient clan so impulsive.

Now, seeing Ye Qingchan, they finally understood.

What a beauty, like a fairy.

Especially the invisible chill lingering around the girl, as if piercing through the sky, but instead of making people feel alienated, it made people want to get close to her and warm her!

What kind of indifference is it that can make such a youthful young girl realize the most penetrating coldness in this world?

Chapter 945, destiny

"Qingchan, you and I don't need to be polite."

Ling Xiao's expression is gentle, and he always gives people a sense of honesty like a son like jade.

It stands to reason that the identity of the Taikoo Ling clan is enough for Ling Xiao to look down on this world and be arrogant.

Even, seven days ago, and just now, he challenged all the arrogances of the collateral lineage, still showing endless domineering.

However, under this overbearing, there is a kind of warmth in him that cannot be concealed.

Master Ling Xiao, what kind of person are you?

At this moment, quite a number of Tianjiao of the ancient sect and young girls from rich clans were all curious in their hearts.

Originally, everyone thought that watching the ceremony today would reveal the secrets about Ling Xiao.

No matter how bad it is, you can also know the character and preferences of this person.

But inexplicably, at this moment, everyone just felt... more confused.

Of course, no matter what kind of character he is, if he can have a relationship with him, it will be called a supreme fortune for the women in this world and the forces behind them.

What's more, what kind of character is not moral, Mr. Ling Xiao is beautiful, what bad thoughts can he have!

"Son."

Ye Qingchan pursed her lips and smiled lightly, her pretty face actually showed a kind of playfulness that was extremely inconsistent with her temperament.

"This…"

Everyone's expressions were stunned, and they felt inexplicably that the two people in front of the temple were surprisingly right.

With this Ye Qingchan's beauty, I am afraid that only the Xianhuang Gu family can compare with her, right?

"Humph."

Midie's beautiful eyes were gloomy, and she looked at Ye Qingchan coldly, as if there was a big trend falling from the sky, which was obviously intended to frighten her.

To Midie's surprise, Ye Qingchan clearly felt her hostility at this time.

It's just that there was no trace of panic or fear on her face, and she was always calm.

It was as if a Heavenly Supreme Patriarch of the Primordial Ling clan had no threat at all in her eyes.

How can this be?

How dare a mere god emperor make a mistake?

If it weren't for Ling Xiao's fear, Mi Die had already made a move at this time, and killed the witch who charmed the Lord on the spot.

Ye Qingchan raised her head, looked at Midie calmly, then stretched out her jade hand, took off the white jade sword box from her shoulder, and handed it to Ling Xiao with both hands.

"Young master, this is Futian, the Immortal Treasure of my Ye Clan, dedicated to you today, congratulations on your birth."

"what!!"

"It's actually Fu Tian's ancient sword!!"

The whole square fell into dead silence for an instant, followed by bursts of undisguised shock.

In the eyes of many people, there is already a touch of inconceivable color.

The great sage Futian is a well-known holy sword in the world of Qingcang.

Rumor has it that this sword belongs to the immortal clan and has the power to kill demons.

even! !

In the Qingcang Ancient Sword Ranking, this sword even ranked first, surpassing the seven famous swords of Longyuan Sword Tomb!

Such sacred objects are already the foundation of one sect.

Even if it is as strong as the Taikoo Ling clan, there has never been a supreme weapon in the world.

The Holy Spirit Treasure, in the world of Qingcang, is the most precious treasure in the sky.

Although the Ye clan is weak, they are still vassals of the fairy clan. This great sage Futian is the symbol of their clan and the proof of their immortal status.

But now, Ye Qingchan came here with this sword, and He Lingxiao was born?

Xue Xiyan frowned slightly, and there was a hint of coldness in her beautiful eyes.

Prior to this, the Ye Clan had always had a close relationship with the World Lord's Palace. From outsiders' perspective, the Ye Clan was the World Lord's Alliance.

But today, Ye Qingchan dared to stand in front of him and offered a family heirloom, which was tantamount to embarrassing the Palace of the Lord.

"What's the idea of ​​this leaf clan?"

"The old ancestor was punished, and he still volunteered to surrender? This Ye clan is worthy of being a vassal of the fairy clan, with servility in his bones."

"Looking at Ye Qingchan's peerless beauty, I didn't expect it to be her temperament. Is this because I can't wait to get on the bed of Young Master Ling Xiao?"

"Maybe it's morning?"

"If you have a chance to get on Young Master Ling Xiao's bed, will you get on?"

"I want to be fucked even if I'm a man!"

"I advise you, to humiliate Ye Qingchan is to humiliate Ye Qingchan. It is best not to bring Young Master Ling Xiao with you, otherwise you will not know how you will die later."

"Be careful."

On the square, there were bursts of debate and exclamation.

The gazes of many experts from the ancient sect were all on that figure in green and Ling Xiao.

I have to say that it is a visual enjoyment for anyone to see the two side by side.

Fairy and couple, nothing more than that.

When it comes to identity, Ye Qingchan is far from worthy of this young master of the Ling clan.

Of course, when it comes to identity, only Xue Xiyan, the young master of the Lord's Hall, dares to call Ling Xiao a match made in heaven.

Unfortunately, he is a man.

"Great Saint Futian, a good name."

Ling Xiao's eyes were clear, and he reached out to take the sword box, only feeling a ray of extremely piercing sword intent coming up and down his arm, as if he was about to break free.

"I don't know what's wrong."

Ling Xiao snorted coldly, suddenly there was a sword intent outside him.

Between the sky and the earth, there was a sudden sound of sword chant that spread for thirty thousand miles, and layers upon layers of sword energy turned into clear light and tore through the clouds, shocking the nine heavens.

The sky above the entire God's Battlefield suddenly shattered like ice crystals, and the evolution of the universe reversed, and the black and yellow changed.

At this time, many sword-wielding warriors felt trembling physically and mentally, and even with swords on their bodies, they had the momentum to ride the wind.

"How is it possible? This young master of the Ling clan is actually a swordsman?"

"Such sword intent, I'm afraid he is the descendant of Longyuan Sword Tomb, isn't it just like that?"

"As expected of the Taikoo Ling clan... Speaking of which, it seems that there was a sword fairy in this clan that hasn't been born for a long time, right?"

"You mean... Baiyi Linxian?"

"That's right! I don't know if Young Master Ling Xiao has anything to do with this person?"

"This…"

Many people's eyes trembled, as if they thought of something terrible, and they looked at Ling Xiao with more respect and fear.

"Crack."

It wasn't until a crack appeared on the three-foot sword box that the coldness on Ling Xiao's face quietly dissipated.

Immediately, I saw his palm suddenly clenched, and the jade box containing the ancient sword suddenly turned into powder.

And an ancient bronze sword with rust all over its body suddenly appeared in his hand.

The ancient sword is three feet long, and the body of the sword seems to be surrounded by cloud patterns, other than that, there is no trace of carving, simple and mysterious.

It is rumored that this sword was a powerful sword of the Immortal Clan back then, and also the Immortal King Shenfeng who had surrendered to the Ye Clan.

In the battle of Xiangu, eighteen ancestors of the Ye clan died in battle. The fairy clan praised the loyalty of the Ye clan, so they gave this sword to their master Ye Luoyun.

only! !

Although this sword is a sacred weapon, it contains a kind of immortal domineering, unwilling to accept common people, let alone be a thing in the hands of ordinary people.

Therefore, people in the world only know that the Ye clan has the sacred object Futian, but they have never seen anyone in the clan wearing this sword.

Ling Xiao held the sword in one hand, his eyes flashed from the tip of the sword, and there was a look of appreciation in the depths of his eyes.

Just now, the will in the sword is enough to make the supreme powerhouse panic.

It's a pity that he already has a perfect way of swordsmanship, and he also has the god of heaven and earth, the God Talisman of Absolute Beginning.

Therefore, the moment the sword intent disturbed his soul, he was completely suppressed by Ling Xiao with the power of the talisman.

Now that he has just stepped into Qingcang, he must not use the reincarnation magic blade at will, and this fairy Qingfeng is also worthy of his hand!

Looking at the tall and straight figure of a young man in black with a sword in one hand, at this moment, many members of the Ye clan had inexplicably complicated expressions.

Can make this Futian Immortal Sword submit, is it possible that this young man is really...destined? !

Chapter 946, Self-destruct

"Good sword!"

With his hands behind his back, Ling Xiao put Futian's ancient sword behind his back, looking free and easy.

Standing in front of the hall, his black clothes glistened, as if an immortal emperor had descended, looking down at the insignificance of the world.

"Congratulations, son, for being recognized by the fairy sword! May you be invincible from now on, and go straight to the nine heavens!!!"

Ye Qingchan's voice was high-pitched and piercing, penetrating nine heavens.

At this time, no matter whether it is the supreme powerhouse or the ordinary disciple, they all feel a chill that penetrates the body.

Unknowingly, the hairs on everyone's bodies stood on end, especially the graceful figure in blue in front of the hall, which was like a sword at this moment, exuding bitterness, making people afraid to look directly at it.

"Qingchan, step back."

Ling Xiao smiled gently, with a detached temperament.

"Yes! Son!"

Ye Qingchan smiled gently, then turned and walked into the crowd.

But at this moment, her eyes lightly flicked over Xue Xiyan's body, her eyes met each other, and there was a sudden chill in the world.