"A needle?" Zuo Lingquan wanted to refute this not-magnificent adjective, but he thought about it and let it go.

Shangguan Yutang has been charging forward without retreating all his life, but now he doesn't want to be the first one. She responded:

"I have just practiced, so I have to go slowly. You practice first, don't waste time."

This excuse is not easy to refuse, Cui Yingying pursed her lips and couldn't find the right words to give in.

Zuo Lingquan looked gentle and elegant. He raised his hand to help Cui Yingying untie the laces, revealing his favorite fat-headed fish under his lace:

"Hurry up, you can still take a break, I can't even take a break..."

Cui Yingying glared at Zuo Lingquan:

"Then you go out and rest!"

"hehe……"

Zuo Lingquan beat up and helped Sister Yingying lie down, let her face Yutang sideways, lying behind her back, pulling up the hem of the red wedding dress with her hand; by the way, she also brought up the hem of Yutang's skirt.

Shangguan Yutang became an ostrich again, without any movement, but his skirt still shrank into a short skirt.

Cui Yingying was sandwiched in the middle, helping Yutang treat her injuries with her hands, and her face gradually turned red and bleeding. In order to relieve the pressure, she said nothing:

"Why did you wear this kind of socks? Your butt is so big and your legs are too long, it doesn't look good at all..."

"Stronger than your small thick legs."

"Where are my legs thicker?"

Cui Yingying suddenly became anxious and raised her left leg to show her black silk, wanting to explain to Yutang what pearls and jade moistness mean.

Unexpectedly, Zuo Lingquan put his arm around his legs and added:

"Sister Yingying learned very quickly, and she knows how to get a pick."

"What kind of tricks? Hey..."

Cui Yingying treated her injuries with one hand, covered her lips with the other hand, and refused to make a sound. She didn't want to be embarrassed in front of Yutang if she died.

Shangguan Yutang was mentally strong. After waiting for a while, he actually looked calm, turned his cheek back, turned his head and lay on the pillow, sweeping his eyes from top to bottom, with three points of disgust.

Although Shangguan Yutang was also very shocked, he was definitely much better than Cui Yingying.

Cui Yingying blushed and her eyes were full of tears. She gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice:

"What are you looking at?...Zuo Lingquan~!"

"Um?"

"Look at her!"

"I'm watching."

"What?!"

"Well...Sister Yingying, don't be distracted. I will use my skills seriously. You can cure the injury..."

"You go to death for me, I won't repair it anymore. You like to watch her repair her..."

"Lingquan, come."

"Hey?! Don't leave..."

...

The curtain had been put down, and the whispers echoed in the room, not knowing how long it lasted...

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The other end of the sky.

The eternal night is an unforgettable spring night, and the banks of Jianjiang are thousands of miles away, with blue sky and white sun.

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators gathered on both sides of the Sword River, and at the same time looked at a floating island hovering above the sky.

Cranes surround the island, white deer sings, and the emblem of Yingyang Immortal Palace can be seen between the clouds and mists.

The towering sword cliff up and down, so the peak sword immortals who were famous all leaked their heads from the cave, looking at the two figures in Yingjun Pavilion with awe.

A figure was wearing a gray robe and carrying hands on her back. The years had dyed her hair on her temples.

The other was wearing a white robe, with a jade crown on his head, and a majestic face. He could not tell his age. He held a scorching sun in his left hand, and his aura was not inferior to the old man.

The two figures seem to have a huge age difference, but in fact the gap is not big. They were considered to be of the same generation back then, and are now famous in Jiuzhou. They are respected as the "Sword God" and the "Yang God" respectively.

Yang Shen Dongfang Zhuzhao was talking to the sword god Huang Chao ancestor, but others must not hear it, and they were thinking about it privately.

In a welcoming house in Juejian Cliff, a group of women took their seats.

Aunt Zhao, the head lady Zhao Linglong, hugged Huang Jinghe and wiped her tears. Several other sisters-in-law were also in front of her, Anwei, the head lady who had been away for many years.

It is difficult for other juniors to get in, so they stay in the living room and drink tea and wait.

Shangguan Lingye stood at the window wearing a gorgeous long skirt and holding his chest, looking at the beautiful view of Jianjiang outside Juejian Cliff, with a solemn look like a cold and quiet queen.

Although Lingye didn't feel anything, he always felt that something amazing happened...

Qiu Guagua was wearing a refreshing white dress, with a long blue sword hanging on her waist, and leaning against the window. She stood beside Shangguan Lingye, looking at the two elders talking between the clouds and mist.

After Qiutao's pipa changed abnormally on the sea, she contacted her grandfather. As a result, her grandfather reacted very much and even asked Yang Shen to go out to sea to pick people up. He returned to Juejian Immortal Sect without stopping, and then the two immortal kings talked about the matter.

Miss Qiu couldn't hear anything and asked:

"What is Yang Shen talking to his grandfather??"

Shangguan Lingye was a little absent-minded: "I don't know that the thunder around the palace is an ancient devil's destruction, which may be related to preventing the demon from making a comeback."

"What do you say about Senior Shangguan?"

"Master has important things, so I can't wake up if I ask Jingyan to close the six identifications and disturb me. I don't dare to wake up. I may not be able to contact you in the past few months..."

"Essential things..."

While Miss Qiu was thinking secretly, she suddenly heard a noise coming from far and near outside Juejian Cliff:

“Buzz…”

“That’s…”

The two immortal lords in Yingjun Pavilion also looked overseas in a blink of an eye.

She turned around and looked at the sea entrance downstream of the Jianjiang River. She saw a white line appearing on the skyline, and a terrifying sword intent also pressed from the sea.

Although the wind is sunny and the sea is calm, the feeling that hundreds of thousands of monks inside and outside Juejian Cliff is like a tsunami that is about to swallow the entire Juejian Cliff.

With such a strong sword intent, two immortal kings appeared on the scene, and it was the first time that the others saw each other.

Before they could see the figure clearly, everyone retreated under the trembling in their hearts, and the whole world became quiet.

Miss Qiu subconsciously held the sword:

"Who is coming?"

Shangguan Lingye also had a serious expression:

"If you have such sword intent, there is only one left in the world except for your grandfather."

The person has not yet appeared, and the sword intent is just like a terrifying wave, which has already made everyone understand who is coming.

Juejian Cliff was restless, and some people were happy and some were angry.

I am happy because the person who came is the most outstanding rising star in Juejian Cliff, and I have been looking forward to his return.

The reason I was glaring because the person who came was a traitor who made Juejianya hate him until now, and I have been hoping to clear the portal!

"Tengsheng."

On the cliff, inside Yingjun Pavilion, the ancestor Huang Chao carried his hands on his back, his face neither happy nor angry, looking at the white line on the skyline:

"What are you going to do when you come back?"

Sa--

Amid the sound of wind and clouds breaking the wind, a figure fell from the sky and smashed outside the Juejian Cliff, in front of the Jianmen.

The person who came was wearing black clothes and carrying a sword on his back. His face was even a bit elegant, but his sword aura was domineering!

There are silent on both sides of Jianjiang River.

The leader of the demon clan in Beishuzhou, Fuji Sheng, known as the "demon king", stood outside the octagonal archway, raised his hands and gave a junior gift:

"Meet Master, Senior Dongfang!"

Yang Shen Dongfang Zhuzhao had no intention of taking action. After nodding slightly, his figure disappeared on the cliff.

The ancestor Huang Chao looked at the disciple whom he valued most in his life, and only had no joy or sorrow after years of experience:

"The right and evil are incompatible, and I have long lost you as a disciple."

After giving a bow, Fuji Sheng stood up straight and looked at the old man on the cliff calmly:

"I will be a teacher for one day and a father for life. My disciple is not on Juejian Cliff, but I have never forgotten the teachings of my master. However, when I come today, my disciple does not admit my mistakes like my master, but comes to get something."

The ancestor Huang Chao said calmly: "What do you want to get?"
To be continued...