Someone always brushes my favorability

"Presumptuous, wait a minute, what are you trying to do?"

At this moment, Zhenjun Liyue came slowly, and Meng Lan quickly hid behind her with a particularly winking look, seeking shelter.

Zhenjun Liyue guarded the eldest disciple behind him, and glanced coldly at the many Jindan cultivators with beautiful eyes, "The matter of chance depends on one's own ability, why? You all still want to grab it in front of the Immortal Dao Sect?"

As she spoke, all the cultivation pressure of monks belonging to the Nascent Soul Stage was leaked out.

Immediately, the faces of the Golden Core cultivators present turned pale for a while, and they were so overwhelmed by this momentum that they couldn't breathe.

"Zhenjun Liyue, why are you so angry?" Zhenjun Baifeng of Yushoumen said with a smile, "Everyone is just curious about the inheritance in Venerable Miaoqing's legacy."

Zhenjun Liyue's face turned cold, she hadn't spoken yet, Jianjun Yuqing of Jianzong had already spoken out first, and pointed out bluntly, "Zhenjun Baifeng, the people you mentioned don't include our Jianzong disciples."

After he finished speaking, regardless of the momentary stiff expression on True Monarch Baifeng's face, he directly called Yu Jian, a disciple of the Sword Sect, to leave.

He was clean and tidy when he came, and he was not dragging his feet when he left, which was very in line with Jianzong's temperament.

Xuanwei Zhenjun of Tianjizong smiled slightly, his unfocused eyes fell on Ling Xiao accurately, and nodded slightly at him.

"Everyone, our Tianji Sect will also take a step first." Then, he took the disciples of Tianji Sect to bid farewell.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, come to Tianji Sect to play when you have time—"

Lu Baici and Lan Wei also yelled at Ling Xiao, waved goodbye, and boarded the spirit boat behind True Monarch Xuanwei.

Afterwards, Master Lingxu of Yaomen also left with his disciples.

In the blink of an eye, all three sects left, indicating that they would not be involved in the lawsuit between Yushoumen and Xiandaomen.

Seeing this, True Monarch Baifeng couldn't hold back his face, he shook his sleeves and walked away with a calm face. The disciples of Yushoumen looked at each other, and reluctantly followed them in their respective contracted monsters.

Several powerful sects left one after another, and the remaining casual cultivators who coveted Venerable Miaoqing's inheritance did not dare to oppose the Immortal Dao Sect, so they could only swallow their unwillingness and leave angrily.

Seeing this, Liyue Zhenjun's hibiscus face turned cold, she turned to look at Meng Lan, who still had a panic expression on her face, and Liu Yun waved her long sleeves domineeringly, "Lan'er, don't worry, the master is here , no one dares to think about your chance."

Obviously, Liyue Zhenjun also thought that Meng Lan had obtained the inheritance of Venerable Miao Qing.

Meng Lan wanted to cry without tears, "Master, did I really get the inheritance—"

"Senior Sister Meng." At this time, Ling Xiao came over and interrupted her, spoke first, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, our Immortal Dao Sect is the number one sect of the Righteous Dao, and it has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Those crooked practices will not take away your inheritance."

"I didn't—" This was the first time Ling Xiao took the initiative to talk to her. Meng Lan was a little flattered. She wanted to explain that she really didn't get the inheritance, but just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted again by other disciples of the same school.

"Yes, Senior Sister Meng, Junior Brother Ling is right, so don't worry about it." Everyone spoke up one after another, kindly reminding, "But Senior Sister, it's best not to leave the jurisdiction of the Immortal Dao Sect during this time. And those casual cultivators don't seem to give up."

All the people who were able to enter the Immortal Dao Sect and cultivated to the Golden Core stage were all monks with good character, so although the disciples present were envious of Meng Lan being able to obtain the inheritance of Venerable Miaoqing, they did not have a trace of jealousy.

"..." Meng Lan couldn't tell. She really didn't get the inheritance of Venerable Miao Qing, so why didn't anyone believe it?

Meng Lan wailed in her heart, what the hell is going on!

She was dejected and followed many Golden Core monks onto the spirit ship.

Seeing this, many fellow students couldn't help shaking their heads. Everyone knew that she had obtained the inheritance, but she still put on a show like this. This Senior Sister Meng must be too cautious.

Tuanzi nestled in Ling Xiao's arms saw everyone's expressions, and couldn't help rolling over with laughter, "Master, you are too thieves to bring trouble to the east, hahahahaha..."

Ling Xiao lowered his eyes, covered the smile in his eyes, and said with a smile in his heart, "It's not that those who can do more work, our Senior Sister Meng is a dignified raider, with such powerful methods, let her deal with those monks who covet inheritance."

The sad Meng Lan didn't know it, and she was once again misled by Ling Xiao.

The huge spirit ship with the flag of Xiandaomen galloped in the sky, passed through the heavy clouds, and soon returned to Xiandaomen.

On Zhaoyang Peak, all Jindan cultivators bid farewell, and went back to their respective caves to count the harvest in Miaoqing's Yifu this time.

Ling Xiao followed Shuhua Zhenjun back to Fuyou Mountain.

As a training place for sword cultivators, Fuyou Mountain has layers of steps winding up from the bottom of the mountain, straight into the sky, and towering palaces and pavilions stand on the top of the mountain, looking like shadows in the sea of ​​clouds when viewed from below.

Under the palace, every [-] steps is a large martial arts arena, on which are all disciples of Fuyou Mountain practicing swords.

Seeing Zhenjun Shuhua and Ling Xiao Yujian come back, everyone stopped practicing swords.

"Peak Lord!"

"Big Brother!"

All the disciples showed reverence in their eyes, suppressed the excitement in their hearts and greeted them one after another.

The strong are respected in the world of cultivating immortals, and every monk will inevitably have a strong mentality.

Like the disciples of Fuyou Mountain, they especially worship and admire their own peak master and elder brother.

Needless to say, Zhenjun Shuhua, as the peak lord of Fuyou Mountain, his strength is beyond doubt.As for Ling Xiao, his only disciple, senior brother Fuyoushan, he started at the age of five and broke through to the golden core stage after [-] years of practice.

Especially five years ago when he brought all the disciples of sword cultivators down the mountain to experience training, when he encountered a mid-Golden Core demon cultivator on the way, Ling Xiao drew his sword and killed the mid-Golden Core demon cultivator with his late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation base.

The crimson light flashed, and all evils were cut with one sword.

That majestic figure has been unforgettable in the hearts of all the sword cultivators for a long time. Everyone turned into Ling Xiao's little fan and bowed down under his sword light.

It can be said that Ling Xiao's popularity in Fuyou Mountain is very high.

"Xiao'er, now that you have broken through to become a Golden Core cultivator, do you want to hold a Golden Core Ceremony?" Back in the Fuyou Hall, Shuhua Zhenjun asked.

"Master, I'm going to leave the sect to practice in a few days, so there's no need to hold the Golden Elixir Ceremony." Ling Xiao was thinking about going to Medicine Valley, so he rejected the master's proposal.

Upon seeing this, Zhenjun Shuhua nodded and didn't say much.

The Golden Elixir Ceremony is not as important as the Nascent Soul Ceremony, it doesn't matter whether it is held or not. The big disciples have just broken through the Golden Core Stage, so it's time to go out and experience it.

"By the way, Master." Ling Xiao took out a jade box from the storage bracelet and presented it to Zhenjun Shuhua, and said with a smile, "This is what my disciple got in Miaoqing's Yifu, and it is specially used to honor Master."

Zhenjun Shuhua took the jade box and accepted the disciple's filial piety, "Be careful when you go out to practice, and don't be careless."

Zhenjun Shuhua gave Ling Xiao a few more instructions, and handed him a storage bag.

"Disciple remembers Master's instruction." Ling Xiao looked solemn, took the storage bag given by Master, bowed his hands and left Fuyou Hall.

Back in his cave, Ling Xiao began to count the harvest in Miaoqing Yifu this time.

Needless to say inheritance and Dongfu, Ling Xiao took out the storage bags of the three Golden Core monks who robbed him but were killed back from the storage bracelet.

"Tuanzi, do me a favor." Ling Xiao asked Tuanzi to help organize the three storage bags.

"Master, no problem, leave it to Tuanzi!" Tuanzi looked excited, and dumped three storage bags on the ground with his chubby body.

All of a sudden, there was a clatter, all kinds of jade boxes, elixir arrays, spell ores, and sparkling spirit stones piled up like a hill, and the entire cave had no place for Ling Xiao to stay.

Seeing Tuanzi rushing towards him with bright eyes, Ling Xiao shook his head helplessly, and went to the training room with the storage bag given by Master.

Sword cultivators don't need a variety of spiritual weapons like Dao cultivators, so Shuhua Zhenjun is as simple and rude as ever, and the storage bags for his disciples are full of shining top-grade spirit stones.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but smile, and moved the hundreds of top-grade spirit stones given by the master to the storage bracelet, and then took out the jade box containing the ice crystal lotus.

The twelve ice crystal lotuses exude a piercing chill, and a light blue light flows on the lotus leaves.

Ling Xiao crossed his legs, and first took an ice crystal lotus to take. The chill poured into his dantian from his throat, and finally spread throughout his body. His whole body was surrounded by a cloud of white mist, and the entire training room was covered with a layer of frost.

Outside the training room, the dumpling who was picking among the pile of treasures could feel the chill, and it couldn't help shivering, shaking its chubby body.

For seven days, Tuanzi had finished sorting out the contents of the three storage bags before opening the door of the training room.

Ling Xiao's figure walked out from inside, Tuanzi looked up, and couldn't help staring blankly.

"Master, why are you getting more and more beautiful?"

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand, and rubbed the dumpling with one end in his arms for a while, angrily and funnyly said, "How can a man be described as beautiful?"

Tuanzi blinked, looked at Ling Xiao's increasingly perfect and delicate face, and muttered unconvinced, "But it's really much prettier than before."

Ling Xiao shook his head helplessly, and explained, "This is because of taking the Ice Crystal Youlian and obtaining the Wugou Glazed Body."

Taking the seven ice crystal lotus this time, in addition to tempering this invulnerable physique, the impurities accumulated in Ling Xiao's body were also tempered completely, and the whole person looked naturally different.

It's a pity that my elder brother has the ghost cold poison in his body, so he can't take the ice crystal Youlian... Ling Xiao's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head and said to Tuanzi, "Tuanzi, are you tidying up everything?"

Tuanzi nodded again and again, and reported to Ling Xiao, "Those three Golden Core cultivators who robbed are really rich. There are 46 pieces of various types of spiritual artifacts in the three storage bags, and 260 bottles of various upper, middle and lower pills. There are 76 array disks, some spell ores, spiritual grasses and elixir... By the way, master, I also found half a treasure map inside, which has clues to the real fire of the sun!"

Tuanzi danced with excitement, and handed half of the treasure map to Ling Xiao.