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Ling Feng and Siya returned to their territories. There was no need to mention the fact that Siya was very happy to meet the Little Princess and Qiu'er, but Ling Feng had rushed back to the sky island at the first possible moment.

What surprised him was that the madman teacher seemed decadent, as if his life had come to an end and the Tree of Life was about to wither.

Ling Feng was shocked, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, cough, cough, I just made a spatial barrier while you were gone. If I infuse my soul force into you, you can enter the face that I have set up.

It won't be long, only one day. But there you will feel a new life in another continent. You will have a new growth, a day like years.

Feng Er, go. This is a new opportunity that I have risked my life for.

His teacher's kindness was deep, and it wasn't easy for Lingfeng to decline, so he accepted the tutelage from Madman's teacher!

"Yes."

The name of this continent is Xue Yue Continent. The people of this world are proud to have become cultivators." Becoming a qualified cultivator was proof of a person's strength, and it was also proof of the talent that various powers were fighting over. It was easy to say the word "cultivator", but if one did not have enough talent, it was impossible to become a cultivator. Let's put it this way. Out of a hundred normal people, only one would have the talent to become a cultivator. If a family had such a cultivator in their two lifetimes, then this family would have to burn incense to thank their ancestors for their wisdom!

The Snow Region Continent stretched for millions of kilometers, and two-thirds of the land was covered in snow. Because the Snow Region Continent was covered in snow all year round, it could be said to be a huge snowfield. There were tens of thousands of martial cultivation sects here, and the largest one was the Snow Mountain Sect. The Snow Mountain Sect was quite famous. Its strength was extraordinary, and its experts were as numerous as the clouds. The head of the Snow Mountain Sect was called Hai Jiuquan. He was an extremely strong martial cultivation expert and just after the end of this year's 283rd birthday. Normal people couldn't reach that age, but for a martial cultivation expert, it was a very good time. For martial cultivators, when their power reached a very deep point, there were even those over several thousand years old. Hai Jiu was the number one expert in the Snow Region. He was famous even in other continents. This showed just how powerful his battle prowess was.

The Snow Mountain Sect was located on the tallest snowy mountain in the entire Snow Region Continent — it was called the Thousand Peaks Snow Mountain. From a high vantage point, the sect was orderly and orderly. At the center was the sect head's office, the Procedural Hall. Further down, there were a total of five paths, which led to the Elders' residence, the students' residence, the training grounds, the combat department's office hall, and the other types of comprehensive departments' offices.

At the foot of the Thousand Peak Snow Mountain, there were four large cities. They were Heavenly Tower City in the east, City in the south, City in Damur in the west, and City in White Forest in the north.

At noon that day, the sun was high in the sky. On the snow-white road that led to the White Forest City in the Silver Forest in the north, about a dozen cavalrymen were galloping towards the White Forest City.

At the forefront was a fifteen to sixteen year old white-robed youth. His white robe was wrapped in a silver white mink fur coat. The youth's face was somewhat young and tender, but it was still very awe-inspiring. A dozen strong men followed closely behind, each of them riding a variety of fast horses.

One of the men behind him shouted, "Young Master, slow down! This time, we've gotten too many prey. We're carrying too much weight, so we can't keep up!"

The youth didn't even turn his head as he shouted from the back of the deer, "Who told your mounts to be useless? Look at how fast Young Master's Snow Deer is. This is a present from last year's birthday grandpa!"

The large men behind him were speechless and could only follow closely behind in silence. Just as they were on their way, they suddenly saw a black clothed man molesting a girl in a snowy bush in front of them. At this moment, the girl was being dragged into the snowy bush.

The deer-riding youth pulled on his antlers, stepped off the deer, and shouted to the black-clothed man: "Bastard, if you don't do good deeds in broad daylight, won't you be scram so far for me?"

The man in black turned around and met the white-robed young master's gaze. He saw that the man in black was also very young, perhaps only fourteen or fifteen years old. However, he had an evil grin on his face.

One of them shouted: "I advise you to scram further away, I'm doing this for your own good. As for meeting my young master, you won't be able to do such a bad thing, I told you to scram further for your own good in order to avoid injuring your life, this isn't a joke!"

The black-robed youth "Heh, heh" sneered. Without fear, he said, "You want me to scram? What a coincidence, I was just about to tell you to scram as well. "And coincidentally, I am also a young master."

The man angrily laughed and yelled, "Do you know who our young master is? I'm not afraid to tell you, my young master's surname is Ling, and he is the young city lord of White Forest City, and will be the successor to the city lord of White Forest City in the future. This is not even worth mentioning, my young master Ling is also one of the elite disciples of Snow Mountain Sect, an expert ranked 56 on the Snow Mountain Sect's Hundred People List.

When the black-clothed youth heard this, he was immediately startled. He fell to the ground, trembling. At this time, this Young Master Ling Qiu had a complacent smile on his face. Just as he was about to say something honorable, the youth in black suddenly stood up and gave an evil smile. "Ha, ha, ha, ha …" You idiots, do you really want to see what I've just done? Hahaha, young master Ling Qiu? A young genius? Is it very good? "Yo, yo, yo, how about this grandpa play a few rounds with you?"

After the black-clothed young man finished speaking, he released his inner energy and placed it outside his body. Other than in front and behind him, there was a thin layer of martial cultivation true energy protecting his body.

Ling Qiu instructed the men behind him, "Go and protect that young girl. This young master will deal with her."

Ling Qiu also released his martial cultivation true energy. Both parties sensed each other's aura. The youth was a Martial Origin Stage Level 9, and Ling Qiu was a grade higher than him. He was a Grade 2 Martial Master.

The Dao of Martial Cultivation was divided into several levels: Martial Origin, Martial Master, Martial Idiot, Martial Tyrant, Martial Madman, Martial Lord, Martial Demon, Half-step Martial God, Martial God, and Holy God. Each grade was divided into nine grades. Martial Origin referred to the person who had the Origin of Martialism in their dantian. It was a talent that cultivators were born with, and it could not be forced upon. "This young man is already a Grade Nine Martial Origin Stage cultivator, so he is already pretty good.

Ling Qiu looked down on him and shouted, "No wonder he dares to commit such heinous acts. So it turns out that he has some strength. However, he is still lacking when compared to a Grade Two Martial Master like me."

He shouted: "Just because you are a few ranks higher than me doesn't mean that you will definitely be stronger than me. I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, no matter what genius you are in the Snow Mountain Sect, or what dog shit young city lord, I am an existence that you can't afford to offend."

Ling Qiu's face was unreadable as he punched the youth in black. The youngster curled his left fist horizontally as his right hand formed a palm, striking towards Ling Qiu Gate at an extremely fast speed. "Pa, pa, pa." The sound of a fierce battle rang out. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had fought for more than twenty rounds.

Ling Qiu had used the Snow Mountain Sect's second-grade martial skill — "Sky Breaking Fist". There were many martial skills in this world. There were several ranks: rank 1 martial skills, rank 2 martial skills, rank 3 martial skills, up to rank 9 martial skills. Above the rank 9 martial skills, there was even a rank 9 martial skill. Among them were fist techniques, blade techniques, palm techniques, sword techniques, and so on.

When the two reached their forty-third exchange, it was still a draw. At this moment, with a "clang clang" sound, Ling Qiu pulled out a sword from behind her. It was a sword of good quality. Ling Qiu executed the second grade sword skill, "Falling Leaf Sweeping", and attacked the black-clothed youth like a violent wind sweeping the fallen leaves. This sword skill was the reward that Ling Qiu had obtained when he relied on his own strength to enter the Snow Mountain Sect's top hundred. Ordinary disciples would not be able to learn it.

After only six sword moves, the youth in black could no longer withstand it. With a "zi" sound, the teenager in black's left arm was chopped off. Ling Qiu kept his sword, standing with his hands behind his back, looking extremely proud. All the big men at the side applauded and cheered.

However, he endured the pain and picked up his fallen left arm, snorting coldly as he shouted, "Is it Ling Qiu? I'll remember you. " And then, he walked far away.

Ling Qiu Sha courteously replied, "Teach me when we have the chance. We brothers should get closer and closer."

A group of men sat on horseback, ready to ride on their horses. Ling Qiu walked towards the young girl, only to see that she was covered in red clothes and had been torn to numerous places to see her fair skin. She was shivering from the cold. Ling Qiu hurriedly took off his mink fur coat and helped the young girl put it on. When the men on the horses saw this, they all shouted out, "Young Master, you saved her and have done your best. That mink fur coat is made from top quality mink skin. Isn't it a pity that you gave it to her?"

"Yeah, there's no need!"

"She's just a little girl that we don't know. There's really no need to be so concerned about her."

… ….

Hearing everyone speak in such a manner, Ling Qiu stopped them, "Do you all think that what you are saying is good for words? Which one of you is not raised by our Ling family? If someone were to meet with trouble and ignore it, what would your group of servants be in the mood, damn you. "

Seeing the young lord's rage, no one dared to say another word.

Ling Qiu then took out a purse and handed it to the young girl. "This money is enough for you to live your life. Go home when you have a home, and find a place to stay when you don't have a home. I'll be leaving first."

Finished speaking, Ling Qiu did not even look at the young girl with grateful eyes, and immediately rushed home on the deer.

Suddenly, a yellow shadow flashed and appeared next to the girl. Ling Qiu and the rest of the men looked and saw that it was an old monk wearing a monastic robe. The old monk looked lustfully at the girl, and couldn't help but drool.

Ling Qiu thought to himself, "What happened today?" He had just chased away a little pervert and now there was another old one, a perverted monk at that. It was already late in the morning …

Before anyone could say anything, the old monk angrily shouted, "Hey, you guys can scram now. This girl is pretty white, she's exactly my type. Oh, right, you had better hurry up and scram, don't disturb my mood." Saying that, he carried the girl and ran off.

Just as Ling Qiu and the others were about to curse, the old monk turned around and swept his gaze across them. A tyrannical pressure instantly pressed down on them. At that moment, everyone present was suppressed to the point that they had difficulty breathing. Ling Qiu knew in his heart that as long as this old monk wanted to, he had the ability to kill all the people and animals present in an instant.

The old monk shouted to the crowd, "All those who wish to live, kneel down!"

With a "pa, pa, pa" sound, all of the men dismounted from their horses and kneeled in the snow without a word. Only Ling Qiu withstood this powerful pressure, barely able to stand on his not considered strong body.

The old monk looked at Ling Qiu and shouted, "Are you not afraid of death? Why don't you kneel? Are you that special? "

Ling Qiu replied, "A man cannot be killed or humiliated. I've never learned how to be a monk when kneeling to the world, to my ancestors, to my parents and brothers."

When the yellow-robed monk heard this, he intensified his pressure on Ling Qiu. That aura was so powerful that Ling Qiu felt as if his internal organs were about to roll out of his body. His head swelled as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

All of the big men advised, "Young Master, quickly kneel down. This is nothing. Just kneeling down is enough to save your life. Don't try to be brave."

Ling Qiu, with great difficulty, raised his head with a proud appearance.

The Monk's pressure lessened as he shouted, "Hey, you little servant. Quickly kneel down. Look, your group of servants are trying to persuade you."

"Why should I kneel if I don't?"

"Then are you not afraid of death?"

"I'm scared!"

"You're afraid of death, yet you refuse to kneel?"

"Don't kneel!"

"Then are you not afraid of death?"

"I'm scared!"

"Why aren't you kneeling?"

"NO!"

"F * ck off, laozi doesn't like to listen to your grinder, you little bastard is too f * cking grinder."

"Alright then, I'll get lost. Take care."

"Damn your ancestors! Who told you to leave?"

"Didn't you just tell me to f * * k off?"

… ….

It was unknown if the monk wanted to laugh or to be angry, but he had a strange expression. He thought for a moment and shouted, "Hey, you people who are kneeling, as long as you abandon your masters, I will let you live. Those people didn't even hesitate as they directly mounted their horses, getting ready to run away at any moment.

Seeing this scene, Ling Qiu gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath, "What a bunch of dog slaves. They always follow me and call me master, and once I run into something, they run away even faster than dogs. Humph, what a cold-hearted person."

When the old monk saw the displeasure on Ling Qiu's face, he burst out into laughter, as if he had experienced the thrill of revenge. He shouted, "You dare to grind the machines with laozi, laozi will make you sad!"

Ling Qiu was exasperated. He thought to himself, "Is this old monk insane?" He is clearly an incomparably powerful cultivator, yet he came to find this sort of mental balance. It is truly strange.

With a thought, he asked, "Senior, are you the head of the youth in black just now? Could it be that you're here to help that little friend? "

The large men at the side seemed to have also realized this and shouted, "Old senior, that matter was really unrelated to us. It was all done by that brat Ling Qiu, and we kept urging him not to attack that black-clothed noble young master just now, but that brat just refused to listen. It really has nothing to do with us, please be magnanimous, just treat us as fart and let us go."

The group of big men were in a hurry to speak and gallop their horses away. The old monk shouted, "Damn it, I've changed my mind. Not a single one can escape!"

With that, he waved his sleeves and a powerful pressure swept out. The large men and horses were all turned into pieces of flesh and blood. It was impossible to tell what was horse meat and what was human meat.

Right now, the only ones left on the scene were the trembling young girl, Ling Qiu, and the old monk.

Ling Qiu's mind went blank, his consciousness could no longer be covered. He was scared, really scared. As a cultivator, he had to be brave and fierce, and Ling Qiu had experienced a lot of these things. However, this was the first time he had seen someone casually killing a large amount of people as if they were grass.

The old monk asked Ling Qiu, "Do you think that I am standing up for that black-clothed ghost just now? Hey, hey, I'm afraid he doesn't like it. But, are you afraid, little boy? There's still time to kneel down, I really can let you go. "

Ling Qiu understood in his heart that even if that black-clothed youth had nothing to do with this old monk, there was probably no good that would come of it today. This evil monk would definitely not let him off that easily. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well die like a man.

After making up his mind, Ling Qiu continued to stand straight with a resolute expression on his face as he shouted, "I won't just kneel to people, and I won't kneel to a perverted monk like you. Kill me."

After hearing this, the monk first blushed, as if he was embarrassed. He then shouted angrily, "Bullshit, stinky! This fart is too stinky, it's too stinky!" What do you mean 'seven, eight, eight'? I am only a bit older than you. In fact, I am only twenty-six years old.

As he said this, he stretched his face forward as if he was afraid that others would say that he was old.

Upon closer inspection, they saw that the monk had a glossy head, quite a few wrinkles on his forehead, a lot of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his skin did not have much luster. It was clearly a face beyond seventy.

Ling Qiu's face was filled with black lines. He felt that this joke was not funny at all. It was truly a joke that could not be any colder.

The monk asked, "How is it? Have you looked carefully? "How old do you think I am?"

Ling Qiu, of course, wasn't a fool. He followed the monk and said, "Hmm, I didn't take a careful look earlier. Looking closer, you really are only twenty-six years old. No, no, you should be twenty-two years old."

The monk was elated as if he had just eaten a pill, "Hai, haha, so there are people in this world who dare to speak the truth. Boy, you're not bad at all."

Ling Qiu thought to himself: "Is this guy praising me? "Oh, I was praised."

The monk said happily, "Seeing that you have said the truth, I will let you go now. Scram, don't wait for me to change my mind."

Ling Qiu suddenly felt as if he had been reassured, thinking that he had finally managed to retrieve his life. He wished that his legs weren't enough to borrow another leg — he could just run away.

However, in the blink of an eye, he saw the girl's trembling body and pleading eyes. Her body seemed so weak, and her eyes appeared so innocent.

He sighed in his heart, "Forget it, I'll just throw caution to the wind."

Ling Qiu did not leave, but instead gave a deep bow to the monk and said, "Front, back, back, back, brother, please let this girl go. Ling Qiu did not leave, but instead gave a deep bow to the monk and said," front, back, back, brother, please let this girl go.

After all, the monk's strength was too powerful and his intentions were hard to predict. He could easily kill himself ten times over if any of those words were said to make him unhappy, and unknowingly, his entire body was drenched in sweat.

The monk gave him a weird look and jokingly scolded, "Little thief, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Do you want to be a hero and save the beauty? But, don't say that I didn't give you a chance, now that I'm giving you three choices, are you willing to listen? "

Hearing that there was a chance, Ling Qiu hurriedly asked, "This little brother is willing to listen to big brother's instructions." He thought to himself, what kind of sin is this? Calling this demon big brother was the f * cking thing.

The monk said, "First, she died. Second, you shall die. Third, all of you shall die here for me."

Ling Qiu's face darkened as he listened, and he smiled wryly, cold sweat trickling down his back. A burst of anger rose involuntarily from his heart, and he scolded: "What kind of shitty choice are you making, isn't this asking for your life? "You shameless monk. You're clearly a monk, yet you're still closer to a woman. Did your mother not teach you how to live as a child? Your father must have always been in a brothel. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to give birth to a monk like you, who doesn't learn anything.

The monk did not get angry and instead laughed out loud, "Central TV Department 1. Could it be that you are my long-separated younger brother?"

Ling Qiu was speechless. The corners of his mouth twitched as he thought to himself, "You old fogey, you obviously look sixty-two years old, yet you call yourself twenty-six. Oh, no, you look eighty-six, no, a hundred and six …"

This monk was really only twenty-six years old, so he was most afraid of others calling him old. Ling Qiu was about to spurt another mouthful of blood as he forcefully suppressed his true qi.

The monk shouted, "I'll give you one last chance. Choose quickly, otherwise, kill them all."

Ling Qiu also knew that this monk could do it. In his heart, he calculated that he and the young girl had only met by chance and that they were neither family nor friends. It was not worth losing her life for her and he had also done everything that was benevolent for her. He helplessly shook his head and decided to leave.

The monk seemed to have seen through Ling Qiu's thoughts as a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Ling Qiu glanced over with the corner of his eyes and shouted, "Hey, what are you laughing at?"

"Did I laugh?"

"You're clearly smiling, and you're even sneering."

"Which one of your eyes saw me smile? Did I smile from the left or from the right? "

"You, you're sneering in your heart!"

"This is even more ridiculous. Do you know whether I'm laughing or not now?"

Ling Qiuyan's face turned red as she gritted her teeth and shouted, "Alright, I am a man, not a coward. Let her go and kill me. I will be a man again after more than ten years."

The monk's eyes flashed with a comforting smile and asked, "You've decided?" really won't change again? "

Ling Qiu simply did not speak any further. With a resolute expression, he seemed to indicate that he did not want to hear any more rubbish.

Seeing this, the monk laughed out loud and said, "You are a brave and kind-hearted young man. You will definitely be rewarded. Trust me, little brother."

Ling Qiu was startled, but before he could react, he saw the monk and the young girl turn into two streams of consciousness and disappear.

Ling Qiu looked confused, but he still managed to retrieve his life. This was worth celebrating. He hastily mounted the Snow Deer and rushed back home.

Ling Qiu's grandfather, Lin Wu Chang, was a Grade Five Martial Tyrant and the Mayor of White Forest. He was considered one of the top figures in the Snow Region Continent. Ling Qiu missed his grandfather, father, and the rest of his family very much, so he was extremely impatient. After about an hour, he arrived at his house.

However, when they reached home, Ling Qiu was stunned, because the entire Ling Residence was covered with white cloth, which meant that there was someone in the Ling Residence newly lost. The eight Ling Residence members guarding the door also had white cloth wrapped around their arms, which further confirmed this possibility.

Seeing that Ling Qiu had returned from hunting, the gatekeeper forced out a slightly embarrassed smile, cupping his fists towards Ling Qiu and saying, "Welcome back young master from hunting for half a month."

The first person he saw was his grandfather. He saw his grandfather, Ling Wudang, hug Ling Qiu as tears streamed down his face. He said, "Qiu'er, hold on. No matter what you hear, you have to hold on."

Ling Qiu asked in a daze, "Grandfather, what happened? Tell me quickly! "

"Five days after you left, your father, your fourth uncle, and your mother went out to the West Continent to purchase cultivation herbs. As a result, they met with heavenly thunder, and your father and mother were directly shipwrecked in the sea. Your fourth uncle was lucky enough to survive, but was rescued by a fisherman on the shore.

When Ling Qiu heard this, he was stunned for a moment before falling unconscious with a "boom".

When he woke up, Ling Qiu was lying on his bed, with his sister Ling Xia sitting by his bed. Although Ling Xia did not possess the source of martial arts, and was naturally unable to cultivate martial arts, in the Ling Family, everyone had always respected her. This was because she represented gentleness in the Ling Family, and also the grace of the Ling Family.

Ling Qiu's father, Ling Luoyun, was the eldest son of the family, and had very high talent in martial cultivation. Ling Luoyun had three children, her eldest son, Ling Chun, had eloped with a servant girl in the Ling family a few years ago, and her second daughter, Ling Xia, also known as Ling Qiu's elder sister, had always said that Ling Chun would return to the Ling family. Ling Yun and his wife were the pillar of the Ling family. They had been out for years helping the Ling family run their businesses, so Ling Xia even had a lot of time to act as parents. Only in front of his elder sister would Ling Qiu have no scruples.

The current Ling Xia was as grieving as Ling Qiu, but she did not make a sound. She only silently stroked her younger brother's shiny black hair. That hair was very neat, very healthy, and very lively.

Ling Qiu only said a few words, "Sis, wine, a lot of wine."

Ling Xia walked out of the room, and then the servants brought in a lot of wine. Ling Qiu opened a jar of wine, raised his head and took a big gulp, the wine flowed out of his mouth, onto his face, and on his forehead, and then onto the ground, making it hard to tell if it was wine or tears.

In the days that followed, Ling Qiu would sometimes fall under the eaves, sometimes fall under the snow, sometimes even sleep in the stables with the wine jar, but no matter where she went, Ling Xia would always be by her brother's side in her beautiful apricot dress. When he asked for wine, she would go and get it, and when he fell drunk, she would put a blanket over him, never leaving him.

There were also quite a few of Ling Qiu's uncles, aunts, cousins, and cousins. Initially, they all greeted him, but over time, everyone also chose to distance themselves from him, as if he was a plague, afraid of being infected.

Ling Qiu also understood that since he was previously regarded as the City Lord's successor, now that his dependent father and mother were no longer in the world, he was no longer in a position of power. The future was bleak, and his future was bleak. Not long ago, the true qi he had cultivated in his body had not advanced and instead retreated, falling from a Grade Two Martial Master to a Grade One Martial Master. However, Ling Qiu did not care; even he himself felt that he was a trash and could not regain his composure.

Just when Ling Qiu's heart was disheartened, Ling Xia spoke up, and advised his brother, "Qiu'er, the vacation for the Snow Mountain Sect has ended, and we will be returning to the sect to begin the new training journey soon. You must get your spirits up, you, grandfather, and our big brother who ran away was very good to us when he left the Ling family. Don't forget, don't you have a senior sister Hai Qing'er in the Snow Mountain Sect? You are those childhood sweethearts, and I believe that she will treat you like family. I heard that this time around, the Snow Mountain Sect will be holding a blind date ceremony for the young talents of the Snow Mountain Sect. At that time, you might be able to get your hands on a beauty? "

He thought of Hai Qing'er, the daughter of the Snow Mountain Sect's Sect Leader, who was only one year older than Ling Qiu. Hai Qing'er and Ling Qiu were both young geniuses, and had cultivated martial arts together since they were young. At the very least, there was still a place for him in the Snow Mountain Sect. There was still his dream of cultivating martial arts there, and there was still Hai Qing'er.

With this in mind, Ling Qiu said to Ling Xia, "Sis, I want a new dress, I want to return to the Snow Mountain Sect, I want to carry the beauty home."

Ling Xia laughed until her tears dripped. Ling Qiu also laughed because she saw her sister's smile, and also because he saw hope again.

Two days later, Ling Qiu returned to the Snow Mountain Sect, the renowned Snow Mountain Sect. In this Snow Region Continent, the Snow Mountain Sect ranked first among the thousands of sects. When Ling Qiu returned, all his fellow apprentices welcomed him with unparalleled welcome. Ling Qiu knew in his heart that all of this was because he was the grandson of the mayor, and also because he was an expert on the young genius ranking in the snowy mountain. Possessing potential was the main reason why everyone was friendly with him. To be prepared, a Martial Master was not considered an expert in the Snow Mountain Sect. The Snow Mountain Sect did not lack powerful experts, but as a teenager, to have such a cultivation was not a simple matter. At the very least, it meant that the youth had a bright future.

When Ling Qiu returned to his lodgings in the Snow Mountain Sect, two figures flashed and appeared before his eyes. Ling Qiu was overjoyed. "Senior Sister Qing Er, Senior Brother Xiao Tian, you've missed me to death."

These two people were Ling Qiu's childhood friend, Qing'er, and her good brother, Zhang Xiaotian. Hai Qing'er had a sweet appearance. Although she didn't put on makeup, she looked purer. Zhang Xiaotian had a big stature and a thick face.

Zhang Xiaotian patted Ling Qiu, and laughed, "You little rascal, you seem to have grown a lot stronger. You must have hunted quite a few times, right? It's actually something good to eat. "

Hai Qing'er blushed and said: "Tomorrow is the blind date ceremony. Junior, don't forget to come and join us, okay?" There are tens of thousands of people in our sect, and the number of young elites qualified to participate in this convention is only two hundred. Ling Qiu, do not forget to seize this opportunity, right? " After saying that, a blush appeared on his face. Ling Qiu was an extremely intelligent person, so he naturally caught this suggestive scene. He thought to himself, Senior Sister Qing Er, wait for me. I will definitely marry you into my Ling family.

After that, Zhang Xiaotian, Hai Qing'er, and Ling Qiu chatted for another hour before they bade farewell.

Not long after Zhang Xiaotian and Hai Qing'er left, seven or eight fellow disciples of the same sect burst into Ling Qiu's room, laughing heartily. The laughter made Ling Qiu feel slightly embarrassed.

One of the juniors who was on good terms with Ling Qiu was called Geng Yuan. Smiling, he asked, "Senior Apprentice Brother Ling, when will we be able to drink the wedding wine between you and Senior Apprentice Sister Hai?"

The other one, Qian Minghai, jokingly scolded him, "Do you even need to ask? What a fool, wouldn't tomorrow be the end of the Conference? "

Among them, there was even a Junior Sister who laughed with ill intentions, "Do you need a bridesmaid then? "I'd be happy to play that role, wouldn't I?"

Ling Qiu also felt very confident. Sweeping away his usual dejection, he said complacently, "Haha, I will try my best to fulfill everyone's wishes."

There was another round of laughter. After everyone had dispersed, it was a long time that Ling Qiu could not fall asleep because he was too excited. He had imagined countless times that he and Senior Sister Qing Er would be together, that tomorrow, this wish might come true. Ling Qiu swore in his heart, Qing'er, I will definitely treat you well.

The morning of the second day, regardless of whether or not the disciples or elders had the qualifications to participate in the fated person assembly, they all rushed towards the main hall. Under normal circumstances, the main hall was the office of the sect head, but today was different. They were all elite disciples of the sect. All one hundred male disciples were dressed in white robes. Although their faces were young and tender, they could not hide the aura of the crowd. The one hundred female disciples, on the other hand, all wore colorful dresses and wore makeup.

These two hundred people stood in the middle of the hall, divided into two camps, facing each other in unison. Everyone was separated by two meters, and there was a trace of excitement and shyness on their faces.

Outside of this place, the vast area was filled with disciples, teachers, deacons, and elders. They stood or stood, made noise or clamor, and had excited expressions. Their mood when watching the show was even more expectant than the people on the field. The usually large hall that could only accommodate 2,000 people was now filled with more than 3000 people. The scene was quite spectacular.

Under the protection of two elders and several deacons, the situation gradually stabilized and no longer made any noise. A moment later, a large area of red light flashed from high up in the hall. With a "whoosh" sound, Sect Master Hai Jiu arrived on his spirit beast mount.

He saw Hai Jiu sitting on the highest seat of the hall, proudly standing beside a several meters tall, several meters long red peacock. This peacock was Hai Jiu Zhen's mount, the Red Feathered Snow Peacock. As soon as Hai Jiu sat down, a group of elders and disciples saluted him and said, "This subordinate greets Your Highness Sect Master." Hai Jiu Zhen looked benevolent and gave off the impression of a big family as he laughed heartily. He then shouted: "Forget it, everyone, why are you being so polite!"

Ling Qiu looked up at Hai Jiu's tall figure, feeling an inexplicable impulse in his heart. Hai Jiu was a well-known martial artist with great strength. He was one of the peak cultivators in the world and was also Ling Qiu's idol. In the past, Ling Qiu had made up his mind that he would definitely become a man like Sect Master Hai. Ling Qiu had even memorized every single word Hai Jiu Zhen had said in his heart, and had imitated every single one of his actions. He had also thought that no matter what, he would have to embrace a high class spirit beast like Sect Master Hai in the future.

A high level spirit beast like the Red Feathered Snow Peacock was able to possess a little bit of human consciousness. Normally, it relied on cultivation herbs or heavenly materials to feed it, and in the entire Xue Yu Continent, only one Red Feathered Snow Peacock had been discovered. This high quality spirit beast was equivalent to the peak of the world of spirit beasts. Not only could it be used as a mount and travel ten thousand miles at an extremely fast speed, it could also help its master fight. The flying spirit beast Red Feathered Snow Peacock was considered the ultimate existence among the high grade spirit beasts. It was much stronger than the average high grade spirit beast. As for Ling Qiu, his Snow Deer mount belonged to the lower tier Spiritual Beasts. It could only be used …