Qingyu is indeed a demon clan. By the way, he also gave him this name.

He always thought he was a different demon cultivator.

Even if the cultivation level of other demons reaches the transformation stage and the spiritual wisdom is activated, it is also too vulgar.

But he is different. He is talented and a genius...

Outstanding strength, not only awakened, but also extremely powerful and talented magical powers, but also very unique.

In the world of immortal cultivation, humans often refine weapons and demons refine bodies.

Simply put, humans are better at using external objects, such as magic weapons, spiritual weapons, or formations.

The demon clan is not that complicated. What they have to do is to cultivate their own talented supernatural powers to the point of perfection...

At the same time, I have cultivated my body to a very powerful force.

This is enough.

Since ancient times, demon cultivators have always believed this.

However, the guy named Qingyu in front of him is different. Although he is a demon cultivator, he does not agree with this way of cultivation.

Of course, you must master your own talented supernatural powers and your strengths need to be consolidated, but can’t you learn from the advantages of human monks?

Why do the demon race have to use flesh and blood to resist magic weapons? Isn’t it stupid to do this? Moreover, good things like magic weapons can be used by themselves.

For example, there are body refiners among human monks, so why can't the demons learn from human strengths?

No matter other demon clans, he Qingyu is destined to be the one that is unique.

Unfortunately, the genius is lonely. Those stupid demons cannot understand how far-sighted his decision is.

Those short-sighted guys!

As many human monks come into contact with, Qingyu also fell in love with poetry and songs.

He thought those beautiful sentences and gorgeous words were simply too interesting.

However, he is a demon clan and cannot stay in the human world all the time. After all, once the disguise is seen through and the other party discovers his identity as a demon clan, it is not a joke.

At the banquet that was always gone, he finally returned to his own cave in Wubianhai.

Then he found a group of demon cultivators who had a good relationship with him on weekdays.

Qingyu wants to hold a poetry and song party.

Whoever said that the demon clan could only fight and kill. He hoped that these rude guys could also learn poetry and verses well.

The result is... terrible.

Qingyu closed her eyes and remembered the mockery she received after she made this suggestion.

The demon kings all thought he was going crazy.

No matter how I explain the beauty of the poem, no one listens or believes it. The helpless feeling is as if the whole world has abandoned itself.

Whenever Qingyu thinks of the scene at that time, his heart feels like a knife.

The genius is indeed lonely, no one understands it, and no one even believes what he says.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Just now, Qingyu felt a wave of magic power, and a lot of...

Hundreds of immortal cultivators seem to appear ahead.

How is this possible?

Qingyu put away his sad expression and his face became serious.

How come so many immortal cultivators suddenly appeared in this place?

Of course he knew Linhai City, and he also knew that monks like to take risks. After all, the boundless ocean means an inexhaustible treasure house.

But then, it is rare for such a large number of monks to move in groups.

Maybe the other party is not just trying to find treasure, but maybe there is any conspiracy to do it to be detrimental to their demon clan?

Thinking of this, Qingyu put away his sad expression and his eyes became sharp. Of course, he could not ignore such a thing.

After thinking for a moment, he quietly restrained the demonic aura on his body and then flew over quietly.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The fat man Wei became more and more sad the more he thought about it, and he cried to the point of being thrilling.

Who says a man doesn’t cry easily? It’s just that he has not reached the sad point, like the fat man in front of him, he cries to the point of heart-wrenching.

"Why don't you believe me?"

"I really can't remember it. I'm really lost, and all I said is true."

"Pret, you can do it again!"

"Will you believe you're nonsense like this?"

...

However, no matter how the fat man explained, he received only sarcasm from everyone.

No one believed his nonsense because it was too absurd, and the fat man's crying not only did not win sympathy, but instead had a completely different effect.

Everyone thinks that this fat man seems honest, but in fact he is an extremely cunning character, and his thick-skinned face is simply amazing.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about this operation in front of you, it would be impossible to cry out loud like him.

This is in front of everyone, with a little shame, how can I cry?

The other party is so shameless, he must be more cautious. Never believe his performance and be deceived by him!

All the monks warned themselves in their hearts.

The fat man didn't expect that the effect of doing this would be completely different.

But is his crying really useless?

wrong!

Although no one among the cultivators believed the fat man's nonsense.

But a demon king resonated in his heart.

That's right, it was the unique demon cultivator Qingyu.

He originally sensed a large amount of spiritual energy fluctuations nearby, so he hid his breath and came here quietly.

The destination is to see what those guys want to do?

Although he likes human poetry and songs, he is a demon clan after all.

Then I saw this unexpected scene, and the fat man was crying loudly.

He cried heartbrokenly, and complained with grievance: "Why don't you believe me?"

"What I said is true, why don't you believe a word?"

The fat man was so sincere that he was moved by Qingyu.

A strong resonance suddenly arose in his heart.

A feeling of being in the same condition.

So he remembered himself and his experiences over the years.

Also not understood.

Being ridiculed by those demon races.

No matter what I said, no one agreed, and the same sarcasm was brought in.

It's just like the scene in front of you.

Qingyu seemed to see her former self on the body of the fat man who was crying.

I saw myself who was equally stubborn but incomprehensible.

Although it was the first time we met and although he didn't know what was going on here, because of the same experience, Qingyu had led the fat man as his confidant.

Although this demon king was a little sentimental, he had to say that his strength was indeed great. Even Qin Yan did not notice his hidden aura and was hiding in the dark at this moment.
Chapter completed!