The palm-sized spirit fruit was suspended in the air, with a soft light scattered all over the body, and thin filaments on all sides wrapped it tightly.

Shenliu squatted in the corner: "Why do you need to tie it?"

Zhou Xuanlan whispered: "The Holy Ming Fruit has opened its spiritual consciousness. If it is not bound, it will escape by itself."

Previously, while the night was dark and the wind was high, the sound of Shenliu used his spiritual sense to bypass the patrol disciples. Zhou Xuanlan quietly opened the magic circle. The two of them successfully sneaked into the Wenxing Tower and headed straight to the location of the Shengming Fruit.

“Master has seen enough.”

The magic circle was opened, and ordinary disciples could not notice it, but if an elder came, he could instantly see it.

The sound of Shen Liu retracted his gaze and looked up at his apprentice.

He was surprisingly hot, sweating all over his body, his fair face became pink and tender, with bright eyes open, he raised his hand to grab Zhou Xuanlan's sleeve, and sighed sincerely, "You are so nice."

Zhou Xuanlan's heart skipped a beat.

If the master showed such an expression, there would be nothing good.

As expected.

The next moment, Shen Liuying waved his hand behind him and detonated the talisman and flew towards the Holy Ming Fruit.

"I'm sorry, my teacher is going to cheat you!"

At the same time, several long rainbows passed through the horizon and fell to the gate of the sect in an instant.

"The spiritual energy inside and outside the Qingling Sect is vigorous, and the place of blessing treasures is no wonder that the thousand-year-old sect was born."

"The Qingling Sect in the Southern Immortal Sect is the only one with its own strength. Recently, there are more god-transforming realms. I am afraid that Xiyang Sect and Beilun Sword Sect will avoid the edge of the situation."

"Sect Master Ling is young and promising, so I feel ashamed of myself."

As one of the three major immortal sects, Qingling Sect is not as arrogant as Xiyang Sect, nor as arrogant as Beilun Sword Sect. It is the most favorable immortal sect for other sects to make friends with.

When Ling Ye went out, many sect leaders followed him to Qingling to observe.

"Sect Master." The disciples guarding the gate saluted one after another.

The man who was called the sect leader was wearing a blue shirt, slender body, with a book on his waist, and a gentle face as jade.

A slight cool breeze rose, and a few yellow leaves stepped to Lingye's feet, "It's too late today, so you can rest first."

"I heard that the Thousand-year-old Holy Ming Fruit is in your sect. I wonder if we can watch it tomorrow."

Everyone present was a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm. The Holy Ming Fruit was extremely attractive to them. When they heard these three words, their faces changed.

Ling Ye glanced at everyone and pondered for a moment: "Since you have this intention, it's better to be now..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, a loud bang came from Wenxing Tower.

Ling Ye frowned, stepped forward, and disappeared in an instant.

In the Star Tower, the Holy Ming Fruit, which had recovered freedom, fled everywhere, and sank the Star Flower Bag, stood there and sucked the Spirit Fruit into its bag.

Without the light of the Holy Bright Fruit, the room was dim.

Chen Liuxiang grabbed Zhou Xuanlan's hand. He was in the God Transformation Realm and took his apprentice to leave peacefully, but just as he cast a spell and ran away, his whole body trembled violently.

“Master…”

Broken clothes were scattered on the cold wooden boards.

Zhou Xuanlan was stunned.

Grasp your hand, it is slender and white, and is as lubricated as warm jade.

The master has changed back.

Chen Liuyi turned around with great reaction, facing Zhou Xuanlan, squatted down and shrank into a ball, and his black hair shook gently, slowly covering his smooth and white naked back. Only through the thin gaps of his hair, he could see a little bit of beautiful spring.

He said embarrassedly: "Do you have any clothes?"

Zhou Xuanlan came back to his senses from the previous shock, and seemed even more panicked than the sinking sound. He hurriedly closed his eyes and pulled down the storage bag with a trembling finger.

His thoughts were slightly confused.

After searching for a while, I remembered that after throwing the outer robe to my master on the Juechun River last time, I never prepared another one.

At this moment, a powerful aura came in an instant.

Zhou Xuanlan's face changed, she quickly pulled off her belt, took off her outer robe and draped it on Shen Liuxiang's body.

The indoor spiritual energy condenses.

Ling Ye appeared, looked at the scene in front of him, and fell into a long silence.

The junior brother he hadn't seen for a long time was wrapped in a ill-fitting black forging robe, standing naked on the floor, black hair scattered on his shoulders in a mess, and his cheeks were temptingly flushed.

Zhou Xuanlan, who was standing in front of him, was wearing a plain underwear. Although there was no mess on his body, his auricles were slightly red, which was obviously not normal.

Ling Ye wanted to speak but stopped: "You... are asking about the indecent things about Xinglou?"

"?!" The sinking sound was frightened.

"Senior brother, misunderstanding!"

"Sect Master, misunderstanding!"

"You mean that you suddenly recovered from your true body, which made me encounter this scene." Ling Ye stopped in the yard and looked back at him.

The sound of changing clothes was like frost and following behind, "Everything is true."

How could he attack Zhou Xuanlan? It would be almost the same for another ten years... Bah, Bah, Bah, he is not so hungry!

Ling Ye stared at him for a while, then asked, "Has you taken the Shengming Fruit?"

"I just took a look."

"The junior brother told me where the spiritual fruit has gone."

"It exploded." Chen Liuxiang said with a heavy tone, "The Holy Ming Fruit has spiritual consciousness. I said it looked slightly ugly. When it heard it, it exploded unhappily."

Ling Ye: "…Junior brother.”

"You don't believe me, the Holy Ming Fruit is really stupid and unhappy."

Ling Ye rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Forget it, just spiritual fruit, just take it away."

The sinking sounded in surprise.

This was heard by other monks, so they could not vomit three liters of blood?

A mere spiritual fruit?

Put it outside, it is a treasure that is priceless. A monk in the Nascent Soul Realm wants to snatch his head!

However, Ling Ye can really say this. With his unfathomable cultivation, he doesn’t have any treasures to ask for and can’t get anything to ask for.

"Senior brother is a model, a model for us." The sound of the sinking sound was blowing, "Senior brother is ashamed of himself."

As a popular male supporting role in the novel, he is also very concerned about Ling Ye. People who are indifferent to her mood also like Su Baiche, which shocked him for a while. However, when he thought that Su Baiche was fascinated, he felt relieved.

At present, Ling Ye already has a good impression of Su Baiche and is slightly biased towards him.

However, Ling Ye is a person who can't help but make the right choices, so in the novel, the spiritual fruit still makes a sound.

Ling Ye couldn't help but praise him, silent.

Ling Hua said it right, his junior brother has indeed changed a lot. In the past, he always felt repulsive and disdainful when he saw him.

Now that I look, I feel a little more obedient.

Much more pleasing to the eye.

Ling Ye thought that a long time ago, when Chen Liuxiang first entered the master's sect, he was very alert to his fellow brothers around him, and only attached to him.

He practiced sword control in the air, and the sound of the sinking sound chased him on the ground.

He practiced magic under the scorching sun, and when he sank the sound of the sound, he picked the leaves and covered them on his head to look at him.

...

When he becomes the heir of the next sect leader, he will be plagued by everything and get along with the sinking sound less.

Later, my junior brother was injured and acted extremely disgusted with him and contradicted him everywhere. He even forced him to die in Lingxiao Hall for a man.

“So very good.”

Ling Ye put down his hand that was halfway up, said something without any end, and left.

The sound of the sound of the sinking sound was unclear. He turned around and went back to the room, glanced at the faint lights in Zhou Xuanlan's room, raised his eyebrows, and was curious about what his apprentice was doing.

He released his spiritual sense and his old face turned red.

ashamed.

Zhou Xuanlan is meditating and practicing.

"You are just worthy of being a salted fish!" Shen Liuji covered her quilt and said the last sentence tonight, fell asleep.

The next day, a group of Nascent Soul cultivators walked around the sect. Qingling's disciples were not surprised, but they still did their own things.
To be continued...