Chapter 615

Hearing the sound, long Xiaoting turned around and saw a girl in green staring at her with round eyes.

She is a girl. She really looks like a girl. She looks only 14 or 15 years old. Her eyes are round and her bones are rolling. Her face is childish and her long hair is scattered. She only wears a little lotus in her hand. Under her feet, there is a white kitten lying lazily.

Long Xiaoting glared at the girl: "whose child didn't watch closely, come here and talk nonsense? Who do you think will be your apprentice here? "

That is, Mo Hang's grandfather turned his head with disdain. Yan Qingyang, the lowest of the people here, has been transformed into a God. Other people are either ransacking or Mahayana. Who can be this child's Apprentice?

His disdainful eyes fell on the girl's face, and then turned to the kitten at her feet. Suddenly, his expression stagnated, and then, a look of panic.

At this time, the girl in green pointed to Yan Qingyang: "well, that's her?"

Her face did not change, but there was an imperceptible anger in her eyes.

Long Xiaoting was furious: "she is the cultivation of transforming God, and you are also the cultivation of transforming God. You are just the cultivation of transforming God. You even say that she is your apprentice, and you are not afraid of the wind!"

"Yes, I'm not afraid. I'm afraid you'll flash your tongue in a moment." The girl in green gave a cold smile.

At this time, Mo Hang's grandfather and another Mahayana cultivation were already shivering. They looked at each other and saluted the girl in green deeply: "I've met... Qinglian Zhenjun!"

"What?" Long Xiaoting was shocked.

Long Xiaoting looks at the girl in green in front of the girl again. Her eyes slowly move to the kitten under the girl's feet. The kitten has closed her eyes before. At this time, she lies under the girl's feet and slowly raises her eyes. She gives long Xiaoting a light glance.

Long Xiaoting was shocked and in a trance. He almost forgot what he was going to do.

Zheng for a while, long Xiaoting's face was ugly, frightened and frightened. He looked at the girl in green: "are you the real king of Qinglian?"

There are so many realms in the neighborhood that no one knows. The true king of Qinglian, Mahayana, has been perfect for a long time. He has become an immortal in half a step, and his life is infinite.

She has long been able to rise to immortality. She just said that there was one thing left to be done and that she would not fly.

There are two or three Mahayana monks in each realm, but most of them are in the early, middle, and even later periods. Only Qinglian Xianjun has been successful in Mahayana for a long time.

Moreover, her fighting power is very strong. It's easy for her to fight five or six Mahayana friars.

Because of this, we are so afraid of her. Naturally, because she has been perfect for a long time, we respect her very much.

Long Xiaoting is scared and regretful. She has long heard that Qinglian Xianjun looks like a girl, and there is a cat like beast beside her. Why didn't she react just now.

Just a casual look, you can see that the immortal clothes of Qinglian Zhenjun are extraordinary. How did she say that just now.

If you want to say that Qinglian is not angry, she doesn't believe it.

At this time, Qinglian Zhenjun reaches out her hand. With the lotus in her hand, long Xiaoting feels numb. At the next moment, Yan Qingyang is out of her control and in the hands of Qinglian Zhenjun.

Yan Qingyang is still in a coma. As soon as he is soft, he is about to fall down. Qinglian Zhenjun gives a virtual hand, picks off a lotus petal and puts it into her mouth.

Next to the two old people are full of envy, staring at the petals, saliva will flow out.

Suddenly, their faces changed. They looked at Qinglian Zhenjun timidly and looked at each other. They wanted to go, but they didn't dare to.

Just now, Qinglian really showed his hand, and long Xiaoting didn't dare go forward to rob people, but his face was very bad. He said: "master Qinglian, that... Yan Qingyang is my sister's daughter. I want to take her back to Shenlong island."

However, Qinglian didn't even look at her. He just turned his head and looked at Yan Qingyang.

Long Xiaoting also wanted to run, but he didn't dare. He could only stand there trembling.

Yan Wenshan responded. He quickly stepped forward and said, "thank you for saving my daughter."

At this time, Yan Qingyang wakes up and sees the strange scene in front of him as soon as he opens his eyes.

She found that long Xiaoting and the two old guys of Mahayana cultivation were standing obediently, like they wanted to go but didn't dare to go, and they didn't dare to say what they wanted to say.

What's the situation?

She was still in a daze. Yan Wenshan said quickly, "yang'er, this is Qinglian elder. She saved you. Thank you as soon as possible!"

As soon as Yan Qingyang turned his face, he saw a girl smiling at her.

It's very strange, but Yan Wenshan is also called a senior. I think he has a high rank.

So, Yan Qingyang stood up, saluted Qinglian and said, "thank you, master!"

"No, no, no!" Green lotus really gentleman shook to shake a finger, "is not elder generation, you want to call master just right!"

Yan Qingyang was a little confused. She felt that Qinglian's voice was familiar, as if she had ever heard it.

Qinglian Zhenjun pursed a smile, blinked his eyes, and said a few words: "secret mansion, tuolingdan, zhenchunlinglu..." Yan Qingyang was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, looked at Qinglian Zhenjun hard, and finally stammered and said: "you... You are..." she remembered that she had just arrived at yunhuazong, and once went down the mountain with Murong Yan, The first time I met yunlele, three people entered a secret mansion at the same time, she heard a girl's voice in it, just like this voice. At that time, the elder who couldn't see her shadow gave her a tuolingdan and a drop of pure Linglu“ Master, is it you She remembered it all“ Well, the memory is not that bad! " Qinglian Zhenjun nodded and said, "I didn't expect you to come to Qingyun world. Why don't you go to see me? Do you forget that you still have a master?" Yan Qingyang almost staggered. When did she worship Qinglian Zhenjun as her teacher? They didn't seem to have such an agreement at that time. Yan Wenshan's eyes brightened, and he said in a loud voice: "yang'er, this is your master. Come on, master. Come on!" Yan Qingyang stood in the same place and hesitated. She really doesn't know who the real king of Qinglian is! But long Xiaoting changed his face. His face turned green and red. He wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to say it. The two old men's eyes widened with regret and fear. Looking at Yan Qingyang's hesitation, Qinglian sighed and nodded her forehead: "well, I've only accepted an apprentice for so many years. It seems a bit silly. I gave you a pure spirit dew at the beginning. It's a teacher worship ceremony! Well, I didn't tell you my identity at that time. It's normal that you don't come to me. Now, can you worship me? "“ But why me? Besides, you... "Yan Qingyang hesitated. She really didn't know who Qinglian Zhenjun was, though Yan Wenshan and others seemed to be afraid and respectful. Mu Tianhe came to her in a flash, took her hand and said in a low voice: "Qingyang, this is Qinglian Zhenjun. He is the only one who has been a perfect and half step immortal for nearly ten thousand years. His cultivation is very high. Well, his character is very good. Please... Worship your teacher quickly!" Mu Tianhe had already used his strength to hold Yan Qingyang's hand and was obviously worried. Zuo Ting was already in a hurry: "Hey, little younger martial sister, please worship your teacher. I tell you that everyone present, no matter who hears that they can worship Qinglian Zhenjun as their teacher, will pass out happily. You... What are you asking? Bye!"