Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Ning Xiyuan's days of living a life of idleness and waiting for death lasted only a few days.

With Ning Jin's return, the entire Futu Sect became lively.

On the third night, suddenly a white light appeared, and thick spiritual energy overflowed from Qianhan Peak, illuminating the entire Futu Sect.

Not long after, the sect leader notified all the inner disciples to gather at the foot of Qianhan Peak.

Ning Xiyuan didn't want to get up from the bed at all.

Yan Qi Anding is going to go.

The spiritual energy here is rich, as if it has the purest air from ancient times. It must be the site of an underground palace.

"It will be the same if we go tomorrow."

Ning Xiyuan wrapped himself in the quilt and rolled into the bed.

Two great passions in life.

Sleep and die.

The underground palace won’t run away.

Yan Qian'an stood beside the bed, looking at the girl who was as nimble as a worm, and laughed angrily.

Who vowed to help him become stronger?

Who said that the two reached a cooperative relationship?

Who is rolling around on the bed at a time like this?

"Young Master, you shouldn't go at this time."

"Do you want Ning Jin to take charge of the situation for you?"

Yan Qian'an half-knelt on the edge of the bed with his right leg, supported the bed with one hand, and tried to pull out Ning Xiyuan who was at the innermost part.

"Ning Jin?"

Ning Xiyuan got out.

Yan Qian'an stretched out his hand and brushed the girl's cheek, then suddenly retracted it as if it was burned.

The girl looked at Yan Qi'an with sleepy eyes for a while and said, "Then go ahead."

Want to see Ning Jin?

It doesn't matter, she won't stop you.

Yan Qi'an: "......"

He couldn't understand the deeper meaning in the girl's words.

But the feeling of powerlessness from the inside out made him want to strangle Ning Xiyuan to death at this moment.

he can not.

He can't be strangled to death.

Yan Qian'an bent down, picked up Ning Xiyuan, casually pulled a cloak from the clothes rack to cover him, and headed towards Qianhan Peak.

Ning Xiyuan raised his eyelids and said nothing.

It is reasonable for her to be present at such times.

The teleportation talisman used by Yan Qi'an saved him from the cold night wind.

It’s just that Qianhan Peak is too cold.

Even at the foot of Qianhan Peak, everyone lost their spiritual energy because of the barrier.

Ning Xiyuan instinctively clutched his cloak and shrank into Yan Qi'an's arms.

Yan Qian lowered his eyes and saw that the girl still had her eyes closed.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly.

A state of being neither awake nor awake.

The young master was held in his arms. He was very light and small.

Maybe he is too young and still has a lot of room to grow.

In short, it is rare for people to have the illusion of peace of mind.

There were many disciples along the way, and the noise was very chaotic.

I could vaguely hear some words about Ning Jin.

"This underground palace has been passed down for thousands of years without any movement, yet Senior Sister Ning Jin happened to discover it!"

"I heard that this is the inheritance of the founder of our Futu Sect."

"What does this mean...it means that the ancestor likes Senior Sister Ning Jin and wants Senior Sister Ning Jin to inherit the Futu Sect!"

"Shh! Speak softly, don't let the young master hear you."

"..."

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Ning Xiyuan, who had heard it, rolled his eyes and buried his head in Yan Qi'an's arms.

Yan Qi'an: "......"

The girl woke up.

I seemed to feel the hot breath on my chest, penetrating the thin fabric.

Somewhat itchy.

When the two arrived, all the top figures of the Futu Sect had arrived.

The huge stone gate is carved with various ferocious beasts and stretches between the mountains, making all things seem small.

And the person standing first under the stone gate was neither the sect leader nor the great elder.

It was Ning Jin in an ice-blue dress.

A little light came out from the stone gate and fell on Ning Jin, like holy light.

Many people stared with wide eyes.

Maybe Senior Sister Ning Jin...is the chosen one!

When Yan Qian'an appeared holding Ning Xiyuan, everyone made way for him.

The whispering stopped.

"Ning Xiyuan! You....how can you be so disrespectful!"

The Great Elder’s eyes widened.

He was fighting with this demon in public, what did he think of them?

Ning Xiyuan opened his eyes, touched the ground lightly with his feet, and wrapped his cloak tightly around him.

Then, she leaned directly into Yan Qian'an's arms.

Yan Qi'an wanted to step away, but was caught off guard and met Pei Xuan's gaze.

So he didn't move.

He put one hand around Ning Xiyuan's waist.

Although Pei Xuan's eyes were cold and obscure, Yan Qian'an saw the murderous intent.

The person who killed Ning Xiyuan...

It can only be him.

Ning Xiyuan hit the hands on his waist mercilessly.

itch.

Yan Qian took a deep breath.

The murderous intent that suddenly arose had never been so strong.

"This is Qianhan Peak! Not your Wutong Palace!" The Great Elder pointed his staff at Ning Xiyuan, shaking with anger.

Ning Xiyuan: "So?"

Any questions?

She didn't even lie down and went straight to sleep.

Great Elder: "..."

Shameless!

The third elder sneered and said nothing more.

As for Lu Chaoyang behind the third elder, he glanced at Ning Xiyuan.

Then took another look.

He doesn't understand!

How could he lose to her!

I couldn't help but look at it many more times.

Until Ji Qing, who was wearing a purple robe and standing with his hands folded, spoke.

"That's enough. The most urgent thing is to open this stone door."

Ji Qing's cold gaze swept across everyone and fell directly on Ning Xiyuan.

Dare to snatch things from Ajin.

Let Ning Xiyuan die in this underground palace!

Ning Xiyuan smiled.

Seeing Ji Qing's annoying face, her hands started to itch.

Ji Qing's words somewhat restored these people's sanity. What they were facing together was the gate left by their ancestor.

As long as you open the door, there is an underground palace inside!

I heard that the ancestor failed in his ascension to heaven and died here.

There must be a lot of good things inside!

No one is not moved by this.

The great elder accumulated spiritual energy and suddenly attacked.

The huge stone gate remained motionless.

The ferocious beast carved on the stone gate has its eyes rolled up, as if mocking human stupidity.

The great elder did not make a fuss, so several elders and peak masters worked together to condense the spiritual energy together.

Suddenly, the surrounding sky and earth changed color, and the flowers, plants and trees trembled.

Such a powerful force created a sense of pressure, and many people couldn't help but want to escape.

"hiss..."

Ning Xiyuan took a breath.

The atmosphere in this underground palace...is really familiar.

It's like I've felt it somewhere before.

Thinking of this, a voice suddenly sounded in my heart.

"Open the door, girl."

"Girl, open the door!"

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Isn't this voice the same as the gossipy, love-minded woman I met that night? !

Duck head opening the door?

The dog's head is not even opened!

Ning Xiyuan stood up straight, his face darkening.

Apparently, that day did not bring back good memories for her.

A huge force hit the door, but the stone door remained majestic and motionless.

This time, everyone looked at each other.

Since the miracle has been revealed, why not open it?

It's them...

What was overlooked?!

At this moment, Ning Jin suddenly spoke.

"Why not let the young master give it a try?"

She looked at Ning Xiyuan with a sneer on her face.

If you can't open this door, you won't get the approval of the ancestor.

How long can Ning Xiyuan's position as the young master of the sect be stable?

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Chapter One

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The verification period data is weird.

The completion rate of the second chapter is very low. I feel like I need to revise it. I haven't thought about it yet.

Small problem, those who have followed this far don't need to watch the previous part, it will definitely not change too much and affect the plot