Cultivation of blazing love alone

"Two juniors, time is short, return from love quickly." The painting floating in the air, an elegant figure gathered by spiritual power, floated towards Yanjin and Chen Yixiang on the ground.

Hearing this incomparably majestic voice, Yan Jin looked up at the person in front of him.An old man in his fifties, very strange, with a very elegant Taoist fairy style.

"Junior, I am the second-generation head of the Qingfeng Sect, Master Ling Mu, the younger brother of Master Lingyun. Are you the seventh-generation head?"

"It's right to go back to the master." When replying, Yan Jin's hands were still tightly hugging Chen Yixiang in his arms.Because of the self-destruct action just now, the aura in his body withered, and he passed out in his arms.

Ling Mu didn't take such disrespectful actions to heart, "When I was crossing the catastrophe, I left a trace of spiritual energy in the portrait of my senior brother, and strictly ordered the third generation head to not take the painting without authorization until the sect's life and death emergency Unexpectedly, the sixth-generation master would abandon the sect because of his practice, and let it be destroyed in the long river of time. If the sect does not have ten elite disciples, you and the other two cannot become immortals."

Ah... Yan Jin was not surprised when he heard these ancient sayings.But, isn't this last task too difficult?He wants to concentrate on training, where does the United States have the time to do this shit!

"I don't want to." Said very calmly.

For some reason, Yan Jin felt his scalp go numb, and his heart tensed up.In the end, he could only say "nothing."

"It's so good." The voice was very ethereal, and the figure gradually dissipated.The paintings floating in mid-air turned into powder in an instant, and fell on Yan Jin and Chen Yixiang's bodies one after another.

Looking at the white powder all over the sky, Yan Jin felt helpless.It seems that it is impossible not to do this matter, and when he ascends to the fairy world one day, the old man will definitely come to him.The threat of Chiguoguo...

"Yan, what happened?" The white powder had just finished falling, and the fainted Chen Yixiang opened his eyes, looking at Yan Jin with clear and suspicious eyes.

Hearing the sound, Yanjin put away his thoughts and looked down.The little guy's body has recovered completely, and he can't see any fatigue at all. It should be the old man's help, and he has a good heart.

"It's nothing, does the little guy feel unwell?" Yan Jin asked softly as he reached out his hand to touch Chen Yixiang's cheek.If it wasn't for the old man, then he wouldn't be able to see the little guy, alas, then the task should be to repay the old man's kindness.Thinking of this, Yan Jin felt much more comfortable.

"No. I'm fine." He stretched out his hands and actively wrapped his arms around Yan Jin's neck, and put his head in his arms, his voice was slightly muffled, "Yan, shall we get out of here?" That old man shouldn't let go so easily .

Yan Jin thought for a while and nodded in agreement, "That's fine." Anyway, he won't be able to find the whereabouts of this spiritual spring for a while, and there is still the old man's task, so it's good to go down the mountain and walk around, to see what the cultivation world looks like. Perhaps, it would be a wonderful thing to encounter an adventure in a certain barren mountain.The most important thing is to see if he can meet his brothers. By the way, speaking of brothers is not just the number of elites...

"Laughing so happily, tell me quickly what you think." He stretched out his hand to pinch Yan Jin's mouth that was grinning from ear to ear.

Chen Yixiang's strength is not great, so Yan Jin easily sticks out his tongue, licking circles on Chen Yixiang's palm ambiguously, his black pupils are full of fond smiles.

"It's itchy." Chen Yixiang quickly withdrew his hand.

Yan Jin clenched his hands tightly, pressed the little guy in his arms against him, lowered his head to enclose his lips, and kissed passionately and ferociously.

After a while of drama, Yan Jin and Chen Yixiang left Qingfeng Sect quickly.

"Yan, where are we going?" Holding Yan Jin's hand, Chen Yixiang walked slowly.

Looking at Yan Jin from a distance, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Let's go and see."