Ming Qin was worried. She guessed that Demon Lord wanted to take Lin Zhiyu away because he was actually trying to cover it up. He didn't want her to die like the disciples of the Immortal Sect. However, after Nan Feng came, Xue Jian actually abandoned her. They left on their own!
If Nan Feng wanted to kill them, none of the remaining people would be his opponent.
Ming Qin secretly looked towards Nan Feng.
Lin Zhiyu was still held in his arms. The expression in the eyes of the Immortal Sect Master, who had always been as cold as a banished immortal, looked at the little girl in his arms. How could he look at his disciple
Even though she liked Xue Jian, Ming Qin was going crazy with jealousy at this time.
Why can Ming Yao, a bitch, do anything good? It wasn't enough that she hooked up with the Demon Lord, even the master of the Immortal Sect was stunned by her, how shameless!
"Let's go." Nan Biao looked at the disciples of the Demon Palace expressionlessly, "If you don't do this next time, go back and tell Xue Jian. If I encounter you who are making trouble for my immortal disciples next time, don't blame me for not missing our old friendship."
The disciples of the Demon Palace breathed a sigh of relief at the feeling of surviving the disaster. Only Ming Qin secretly gritted her teeth and held a grudge against Lin Zhiyu again.
It would be difficult to continue the training after something like this happened. Fortunately, they only had one last task left.
The sky was getting dark, and the moonlight grass began to glow under the moonlight. Lin Zhiyu and the others found the moonlight grass without any effort.
Because the Demon Palace almost succeeded during the day, Nan Feng simply stayed. However, when considering where to rest, Nan Feng ignored the weird looks from other disciples and did not hesitate to get into Lin Zhiyu's tent. inside.
It turned out that Zhi Que, who slept with Lin Zhiyu, wanted to cry but had no tears. Where would she sleep at night? Hanging on a tree
After returning to the Demon Palace, Mingqin was passed on by the Demon Lord. She felt uneasy along the way, wondering why Xue Jian was looking for her.
"Master."
"Yeah."
"I wonder why Master is looking for a disciple?" Ming Qin asked tentatively.
"I ask you, what is the relationship between Ming Yao and you?"
Mingqin raised her head and looked at him in surprise.
"Do you have a grudge against her?" Xue Jian said nonsensically, causing her to break out in cold sweat.
"No, the disciple has never seen her before."
"I hate internal fighting among my disciples the most. You should know that." Xue Jian smoothed his long hair and half-leaned on his seat. There was no trace of happiness or anger in his expression.
"Disciple realizes his mistake!" Ming Qin gritted her teeth and kowtowed while lying on the ground with a "bang bang" sound.
Xue Jian usually hated the fight between the disciples in the palace. This time she had murderous intentions towards Ming Yao, and he happened to notice it, and she seemed to be disappointed in herself.
Thinking of what happened in her last life, Ming Qin felt panicked for no reason. Could it be that Demon Lord is now interested in that vixen Ming Yao? Ming Qin's expression changed rapidly and she didn't dare to look at Xue Jian.
"Get up and go practice." Xue Jian waved his hand, and Ming Qin was lifted up by a burst of true energy. It seems that you have forgiven yourself? She breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Zhiyu was carried back to Qiongqi Mountain by Nan Feng. The elders of the Immortal Sect had long heard that they had been in trouble by the people from the Demon Palace, so they thought she was injured.
As soon as she walked in, Xiaobai pounced on her, muttering, "Look, I told you to take me with you, but you didn't take me with you. It's fine now. You must be injured!"
Lin Zhiyu:? "Who told you I was injured?"
"You have been brought back by the sect master. You must be injured, right? Come, let me see where you are injured? Xiao Yaoyao, our relationship, you don't have to hold on in front of me, just scream out in pain , no shame.”
Xiaobai's words were like cannonballs, but Lin Zhiyu couldn't even get a word in.
It wasn't until it stopped talking that she gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you, but I'm really not hurt!"
"But some people say that you were beaten to the point of paralysis by those people from the Demon Palace!"
Lin Zhiyu was silent, which bastard made her suffer so badly!
(The bastard Zhique sneezed: Who is scolding me?)
The final result was naturally that Lin Zhiyu "claimed illness" and was too lazy to practice for a few days.
Nan Feng looked helplessly at Lin Zhiyu, who was slumped on a couch in the courtyard, and handed over a melon, "This is the last one."
The fire spirit melon is unique to the world of immortality. The melon contains spiritual energy. Eating one can last three days of cultivation.
Lin Zhiyu has already eaten ten.
"Hiccup..."
The little girl touched her round belly and burped. "Master, have you snatched all the fire melons from the elders?"
Nan Feng looked unnatural, "When they heard that you like to eat, they sent it themselves. Do I look like the kind of person who takes away people's love?"
Lin Zhiyu nodded thoughtfully. Not only is it a resemblance, it is very much the same!
She smacked her mouth and suddenly thought of her own identity.
No, isn't she here to be a spy? How could he be bribed by Huolinggua? But the fire melon is really delicious.
Didn't she go to the Demon Palace just for a bite to eat
After thinking about this, Lin Zhiyu made up his mind.
"Master, actually I am the Demon Palace..."
"You hate the Demon Palace? Tomorrow, Master will take you to defeat the Demon Palace."
"No, no, actually I am..."
"Ayu, don't worry, I will definitely help you get revenge!"
"...Master, Xue Jian's crime will not lead to death."
Nan Feng frowned, "Ayu, are you begging for mercy on his behalf?"
Lin Zhiyu: Can this self-reporting of family status be called a plea? !
Whenever she mentioned her identity as an undercover agent, Nan Feng would interrupt her, and in the end she had no choice but to give up.
"By the way, Master, where did Xiaobai go?"
"It's too weak, so my master sent it to the Heavenly Tower to practice." It's unlikely that it will be able to come out in half a year, but Nan Feng didn't say the following words.
That male tiger openly ran into Ayu's boudoir every day, how could he bear it
Xiao Bai didn't know until the end that the big boss threw it into the Tianta just because it entered Lin Zhiyu's boudoir. If it knew, it would definitely stay away from Lin Zhiyu's boudoir.
The Heavenly Tower is a place used by Immortal Sect disciples to practice. There is a monster sitting on each floor of the tower. After entering the Heavenly Tower, the disciples will challenge these monsters one by one.
Of course, there are also regulations in the tower. Monsters are not allowed to kill disciples at will, but it is still okay to be cruel and beat them up. The same applies to disciples of Warcraft. After all, high-level Warcraft are also rare.
Nan Feng directly threw Xiao Bai into the eighth floor to serve as human meat to his disciples. Oh no, it was sandbags filled with tiger meat.
"When will you advance and become a holy beast? When will you come out?" These were Nan Feng's original words.
Xiao Bai was already on the verge of advancing to the Holy Beast, and he only needed that last chance. However, such an opportunity did not come at any time. It could be as fast as half a year, or as slow as ten or eight years. Anyway, Nanfeng is I won't give it another chance to enter Lin Zhiyu's boudoir.
He had planned everything. When all the affairs in the family were settled, he would take Ayu to visit the mountains and rivers, and become a casual cultivator couple.
As for the Immortal Sect
None of the ten elders he personally selected were just for decoration. After he left, it would be enough for any one of them to take over.
Nanfeng thought that his plan was flawless, but the poor elders of the Immortal Sect did not know that the important task of guiding the Immortal Sect to its peak in the future had already fallen on his shoulders...
(End of chapter)