Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling Chapter 220: Junior sister, learn about elopement in the devil world (75)

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"The most beautiful concubine in the world: Have you ever seen the Mahayana Immortal Monarch and the Ancestor of Transformation God being cheated?"

"Working diligently as a steward:...Does it count as my master?"

"The most beautiful concubine in the world: Oh, that old man is not good-looking! Do you want to see the powerful men of the sect being cheated?"

"Danxiang Rufeng: You have to watch it! Is Yuanzu going to trick people?"

"Diligent alchemy worker: I strongly recommend Yuanzu to start a live broadcast! The recording is not good-looking!"

"The old Taoist's goal is not to advance to Mahayana and not change his nickname: the old woman Wen above! Can you explain to the old Taoist again what you just said?!"

Wen Qing Yuanzu pretended not to see it and turned off the team chat mode, quietly turning on the real-time image sharing function of Wujin Bracelet. At the same time, all the disciples smiled evilly, and then...

Start watching the live broadcast.

The mirror image flashed, and a living room for entertaining appeared. The area of ​​the living room was not small, but there were many people inside at this time, so it seemed relatively compact.

The two majestic old men were at the top, and there seemed to be spiritual energy undulating around them. Their powerful and bold aura, broadcast through the black gold bracelets, almost overawed everyone who was not present.

Wenqing Yuanzu sits in third place. Although she is the master, her strength in the world of immortality is respected. As long as she does not advance to Mahayana, she still has to take a step back when she sees the proud Mahayana Immortal Lord. .

"Senior Fengxing, this student of mine is weak in cultivation and timid. If she gets too powerful and scares her, don't blame me for wanting to protect her."

Wen Qing Yuanzu had a smile on his lips and took a sip from the tea cup. There was a faint smile on his face, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that he had some evil intentions.

The person called Senior Fengxing is an old man with gray hair and saggy skin. His old eyes are a little hazy, but he is still energetic, even as sharp as an eagle, and he does not know what he is thinking about.

Xuanyan Danzu sent a barrage to explain to his disciples:

"This is Chen Lingzi from Ziwei Heavenly Palace, named Fengxing Xianjun. Her life is running out and she has been in seclusion for a long time. I don’t know what happened, but she suddenly left seclusion fifteen years ago. It seems that I went to the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave once, but he never admitted it."

Chen Lingzi didn't take it seriously: "How could I lose my composure and bully a little girl with a golden elixir? If I can't control the pressure anymore, Wen Qing, you can just take action."

Except for close friends, the monks all call each other by Taoist titles. Casual cultivators do not pay as much attention to Taoist titles as in the sect, and usually just add the honorific title to their name to settle matters.

Wen Qingqing is called Yuanzu Wenqing, and Nie Xuanyan is the ancestor of Xuanyan Dan. If one day Yue Yuan advances to become a god, he will not need to pick a word, he will directly be the ancestor Yue Yuan.

Chen Lingzi secretly thought, with his cultivation as the Mahayana Immortal Lord, he would not change his color even if a mountain collapsed in front of him, so how could he not be able to control his emotions?

He picked up the tea casually and took a sip when he felt the breath of a golden elixir approaching the door and knocked gently.

It should be that young weapon cultivator. She is so talented, so she needs to be roped in...

But why does this smell feel familiar?

It seems like I have seen this person somewhere... Where could he be?

He has been in seclusion for so many years and has never left the sect a few times. He usually does not meet monks with such a low level of cultivation...

At this moment, Wen Qing Yuanzu called people in, and the girl in red bowed her head and bowed to the room as a junior.

Then, he slowly raised his head.