Chapter 622： Sister Ruge

"My son! Please enter the hall for a while."

Helianshan waved his palm and turned to lead the way.

However, Ling Xiao's gaze flicked across the elder disciples of Xianzong.

It was just something that disappointed him a little bit, this huge Immortal Sect did not even have a man of destiny?

Is this... reasonable?

However, when Ling Xiao walked to the front of the elders of Xianzong, his eyes quietly condensed.

Among the many elders, a gray-haired elder wearing a mysterious robes passed his eyes and looked at the crowd in the distance.

Ling Xiao seemed to have the feeling, but when he looked back, he saw Qin Chu standing in the crowd, looking at himself with a smile.

"Ok?"

For an instant, Ling Xiao had a guess in his heart.

He could see the luck in these children of destiny, but these natives naturally couldn't see it.

And this white-haired old man has reached the seventh rank of the Divine Emperor, so it stands to reason that he shouldn't have noticed that flat-looking Qin Chu who covered his breath.

But he actually ignored himself and looked at the teenager in the crowd.

What does this show?

Explain what else can he explain when he knows Qin Chu.

The Son of Destiny is indeed easy to dazzle, but it is also an explosion after being suppressed and taunted by all kinds of first.

How could a young man who had never been born and didn't even know that he was awesome? How could someone see his talent at a glance?

This elder is tricky.

Generally speaking, if the big demon is set up, bloodthirsty is affirmative, but it will definitely highlight the sentimental color.

This is why the world believes in immortals, but readers prefer the magic way.

Killing Guojue is an enemy of the world, yet he is loyal and righteous, revealing his loneliness.

Whenever a demon becomes a demon, there is cause and effect, regardless of love or hate.

In today's mortal world, everyone is depressed, so we probably appreciate the same kind of people.

Strong and indifferent.

Because the more you laugh, no one will care about your seriousness.

"This elder is..."

Ling Xiao stopped, looked at the elder Xuan Yi in front of him, and smiled indifferently.

"This is the great elder of my Xuanzong, and the wind is blowing far."

Helianshan looked stunned, then turned around, his eyes revealed a hint of doubt, and he obviously didn't understand why Ling Xiao would ask Elder Feng.

"Oh? The elders are not from southern Xinjiang?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, and before Feng Yuanyang could react, he had already stepped towards the hall.

Regardless of the causal relationship between this elder Feng and the Six Demons, now it seems that they have some good use value.

Nowadays, rumors are spreading in southern Xinjiang, and demons have joined forces with the Sea Clan to bring disaster to the world.

Although this matter has nothing to do with the Six Demons, but...

When I say it is relevant, it is definitely relevant.

As for this Qin Chu, as a disciple of the Six Devils, I said that he is a descendant of the Demon Dao, isn't it too much?

On the top of the mountain, Qin Chu looked at the figure surrounded by the crowd, and gradually clenched his palms.

"It turns out that Young Master Ling Xiao is actually the Holy Son of Shengjiao."

For this power, the Six Demons naturally did not mention it.

Although Qin Chu's practice was not a magical trick in the true sense, it was also a category of magical power, similar to that of the Ten Thousand Dao Demon Sect.

The Six Demons believe in freedom and freedom, and their magical powers are more slanted.

The Shengjiao is the leader of the Holy State's righteous way, and it has always been responsible for killing demons.

Therefore, before leaving, the six masters have repeatedly taught, and they must not reveal the identity of the devil when they go out.

Originally, Qin Chu was disdainful of the hypocrites of Shengjiao, but since seeing Ling Xiao, he felt that he couldn't make generalizations.

At the very least, the Tao that this young man believes in is very unruly.

"It should be Chu'er."

Feng Yuanyang didn't pay attention to Ling Xiao. Before he wanted to come, Saint Son was mostly because he didn't look like a person from Southern Xinjiang, and he just asked more about this.

A few days ago, he had to send a letter from Wen Ruyu, telling Chu'er that in the near future, he would compete for the good fortune of the Heavenly Lake in the God Mountain of Xuansi, and attached a portrait of Qin Chu, asking him to take care of it.

Feng Yuanyang is truly in awe of the great devil's warmth as jade.

When he first entered Southern Xinjiang and offended the Hai Clan, he happened to encounter the Six Demons who wandered around the world.

If it hadn't been for the six people to join forces and defeat the powerful Sea Clan, he was afraid that he would have already died in the hands of the demon.

He believes in his senses more than judges in the world.

The seven had traveled together in southern Xinjiang for several years, and Feng Yuanyang was even more convinced by the character of the Six Demons, and almost lived in seclusion with them.

However, in the end, he worshipped Xianzong in order to repay his gratitude, just to inquire about the movement of the Holy Religion, so that the Six Demons could deal with it.

Decades of years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he is now the great elder of Xuanxuanzong, and the disciples of the Six Demons have also been born and trained.

Although he is not a respected teacher, he is happy in his heart.

"Chu'er, don't worry, I will help you fight for good fortune, so that you can get ahead in southern Xinjiang."

The truth is that the higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment...

Xianxuan Mountain, a secluded peak in the back mountain.

Compared to the main peak of Xianxuan, this place looks much cleaner.

Clouds and mists curl, mountains and forests into the sea, making it more secluded.

At this time, in front of the hall in the peak, a young girl in black was lying on a bamboo chair with an ancient book on her face, basking lazily in the sun.

just…

What is slightly strange is that this girl is wearing a pair of silver gloves on a pair of jade hands, which looks quite strange.

"Sister Ruge, I'm back!!"

Suddenly a hearty laughter came from a distance, frightening the girl's delicate body, and instinctively running her spiritual power, she jumped ten feet away.

In his hand, a magic talisman gleams with gold, revealing endless mystery.

"You come back when you come back, what are you talking about, scare me!"

The girl's eyebrows clustered lightly, obviously with a trace of sullenness.

At this time, her face was also covered with a layer of tulle, and she could vaguely see the face of the peerless.

Her name is Feng Ruge, and she is the first disciple of the seventh peak of Xianxuanzong. She is only ten years old, but she doesn't have much spiritual power fluctuations.

A pair of beautiful eyes are bright and deep, like the stars, ethereal and beautiful.

Half of the dark long hair was casually thrown away behind his head, and the other half was braided, which was quite exotic.

Only the temperament on his body is inexplicably lonely.

It seems to be incompatible with this world.

"Senior Sister, you are also my first apprentice of the Seventh Peak anyway, why are you always so timid!"

On the mountain road, a young man in white walked up, with a delicate face that was slightly immature, and his aura was also weak. He belonged to the type that wouldn't make people look at him when he was thrown into the crowd.

"You know a hammer! I am timid? How many times have I told you that the journey of cultivating immortals is extremely dangerous. I am cautious, cautious, understand!!"

Feng Ruge glared at the young man, "Have you done your homework? Don't be lazy if the master is not there."

"I have been up the mountain for five years. A while ago, I followed the brothers down the mountain except for demons. Once back to the sect, besides chopping wood, I was carrying water. Senior sister, when would you teach me some powerful techniques and magical powers?"

With a silly expression on the boy's face, he took out a spiritual fruit from his arms and handed it to the singer Fengru, "I just picked it. I ate one. Sweet, the senior sister will try it."

"Just picked it? Do you know what kind of spiritual fruit it is? Do you dare to eat it? How many times have I told you! Junior Brother Qingshan, wild flowers in the wild... and wild fruits don't pick them, maybe they are poisonous fruits."

Feng Ruge shook his head, his face suddenly dignified, "Junior brother! You must remember, be careful! Be careful! Otherwise, you won't know how you die!"We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.