The depths of the fairy gate.
"Sister, there are other cultivators in the mountain gate." Someone outside the gate respectfully reported.
The woman slowly got up from her younger brother's arms, stretched her waist lazily, and sighed, "Send someone to please."
"Yes." The man walked away quickly.
The younger brother's face was flushed, his arms were weakly resting on the side of the bed, his eyes were scattered on the bed, but the spring was pale.
The woman gently supported his forehead, and smiled charmingly: "Senior brother, take more rest, I will entertain the guests, I don't know what kind of disciple, can there be a Tiandi cultivation?"
At the end of her, there seemed to be expectations, and the fingers of the paralyzed Junior Brother moved slightly, as if they had something to say, but because of exhaustion, they were already unable to speak.
"Hey, take a good rest." The woman's cherry-red thin lips lightly fell on the other's cheeks, and there seemed to be fluorescent flashes wherever they touched, and the younger brother's face turned red.
Outside the mountain gate.
"Brothers, welcome, I don't know if you are here at the Yin Yang Gate so quickly," the two young disciples from Yin Yang Gate stood opposite each other. One of the disciples with a delicate face and slightly pointed cheeks said respectfully: "You have missed far away."
"Is this a man and a woman?" Li Heng stared at the other side incessantly, with great interest, and his eyes were always hot.
The disciple's gaze turned around on Li Heng, fixed on the young man headed by Jianzong, and respectfully said: "This senior looks so kind, has he been to our sect last year?"
"... Ah, yes." The young man quietly glanced at Li Heng and found that Li Heng didn't seem to care, and he was secretly relieved.
He said: "Ashamed, I also participated in the big week last year, but I stopped before the Yin and Yang gate. I am fortunate to be able to pass the second level this year. I hope my senior sister will take care of me."
The Yin-Yang Sect disciple was stunned when he heard what he said, and the face of the person who was speaking became cold: "What do you mean by this? Do you look down on my Yin-Yang Sect?"
"..." The young man opened his mouth in astonishment, feeling helpless, not knowing what he said wrong.
Li Heng dragged his chin and looked carefully at the disciples of the Yin and Yang gate. Both of them were a little green. The one who just spoke had sharper cheeks and more delicate features. He looked more like a woman, but beside him That one can see some male characteristics.
The Yin-Yang Gate is really weird, only the technique is peculiar, and even the appearance of the disciples in this school is hard to distinguish between male and female. If you can distinguish it by naked eyes, it will really cause misunderstanding.
Lin Mengyao pulled Li Heng and whispered, "Hey, she is a female."
Li Heng nodded solemnly, his voice was as usual, and said: "The Yin Yang gate technique is really superb, but this senior looks like a young child, and it is really skillful."
The disciple swept across his eyes and stared at Li Heng: "Who are you? You have appeared at my Yin and Yang gate, but you have not disclosed your origins. Is it possible that you are not a contestant in the big week? Are you here to challenge?"
The young man suddenly realized that he actually recognized the young brother as a sister. No wonder they would be angry.
"Sorry, sorry, this brother, I'm Li Zicheng from Jianzong," the young man flushed with embarrassment: "I was not sincere just now. I hope that there are a lot of brothers, so don't worry about it."
"Huh!" The young disciple turned his face to one side and said nothing.
His companion looked at Li Zicheng, then at Li Heng, and said dumbly: "You are a contestant in the Continent Race, then please follow me."
Li Heng looked down at the goose bumps on his arm. It was dying to be spoken by a disciple who seemed to have male characteristics in such a soft voice.