My sister took me to Xiuxian

"Qinghan, where are we going?" As if what happened just now had not happened, Qiu Yi quickly adjusted his mentality and spoke in a normal tone.

Ling Qinghan's eyelids twitched, and she seemed to admire the shamelessness of this little bastard. He had done such a thing, but he could still act like nothing happened. It was true that the shameless people were the most invincible in the world!

But you really don't want to explain your evil intention in painting me and the Saint together?

It's ok that you drew me and that woman together, but you're also playing with permutations and combinations to match them up, right?

You don't need to focus on cultivation if you have this mindset. Instead, you're thinking about all these evil ways and even leading Xiangyun astray.

Giving him a deep look, Ling Qinghan knew that now was not the time to dwell on these things. There would be plenty of time to settle accounts with him after this matter was over, so there was no need to rush.

She opened her red lips slightly, exhaled a breath of foul air, and said coldly: "It's not a big deal, just go and have a good talk with the saints of the Taoist Alliance. Things have come to this point, we can't just let it go."

"Hmm? Nothing happened?"

Qiu Yi frowned, a little confused: "Did something unexpected happen? Is it because of the death of the old saint of the Doulong Holy Land?"

But if that is the case, now that a month has passed and the other party has not sent anyone, shouldn’t the rules allow the Holy Lord of Tianyue to take over?

"You think too simply. I underestimated the ideas of this group of people."

Ling Qinghan narrowed her beautiful eyes, her voice carrying a hint of chilliness: "The death of that old saint has caused a series of suspicions. Some say he was framed, and the matter of the leader can be put aside until everything is revealed. Some think the purple mist not long ago had a strange origin, which means something ominous, and it also needs to be investigated. Some saints even want to leave first and not get involved in this mess. In a word, they want to delay for a while, preferably for ten or eight years, and they don't want me to take that position."

Having said that, the woman deliberately glanced at him, which made Qiu Yi feel confused. What does this have to do with him?

But now that things have come to this, all that matters is strength.

"So Qinghan wants to convince people with reason? Or with force?"

Qiu Yi asked casually, then felt a little strange. If they really wanted to suppress the situation, then what was the point of Qinghan looking for him? With a strong enough help like Ye Junxi, he was just a foil and embellishment, right?

"That woman is not a member of our Dao Alliance. Asking her to help would only make things more complicated!"

"But I'm not one either?" The young man pointed at himself, and then he felt the atmosphere was a bit serious, so he joked, "Could it be that Madam is going to announce the relationship between you and me in front of all the saints? If so, I'm also considered a member of your Tianyue Immortal Palace!"

The young man analyzed it seriously.

However, there was only a clanging sound!

A magnificent divine sword flew out of its sheath and flew into his hand. Ling Qinghan's voice also sounded unhurriedly: "You really don't have a suitable identity in the Dao League, but don't you still have the title of the authentic descendant of the Sword Ancestor? With this identity and the Sword Ancestor's divine sword, the entire Sword Sect will have to stand on your side obediently, and I won't have to teach them a lesson again."

"..."

Qiu Yi smacked his lips, looking a little uninterested: "So Qinghan wants me to stand up for you?"

"Then you can go back and continue playing with Xiangyun. I don't mind showing your child's mother what you two have drawn."

"???"

This is no longer necessary...

Chapter 20: A lifetime of fame, ruined in an instant

After a brief moment of confusion, Qiu Yi stroked the magic sword in his hand, adjusted his state, and his eyes gradually became deep and solemn, ready to do a big job at any time.

After all, this is to support his wife, not to kiss and flirt in private, so he has to show a decent attitude.

"Sure enough, you men are like this. You act one way in front of people and another way behind their backs. You're really good at pretending."

Seeing the little bastard's temperament suddenly change in just a few breaths, Ling Qinghan couldn't help but complain.

The calm and composed look before him, like the abyss and Mount Sumeru, is enough to make even a saint feel alarmed. Who would have thought that not long ago he was hugging a beautiful woman in the room, secretly drawing some obscure things.

They say women are fickle, but men are not much different!

Look at how quickly his expression changes, she feels ashamed of herself.

"What do you mean by pretending? I am not bound by rules, I am expressing my true feelings."

Qiu Yi was a little unhappy, and argued back: "Or is it that Qinghan also likes my domineering and cold appearance when we are alone? Then I will change in the future. As long as Madam likes it, it doesn't matter if I am a little wronged?"

Ling Qinghan gave the little bastard a cold look and almost laughed out of anger at him. "So you're feeling wronged?"

But after hearing this, the woman still raised her lips slightly, her crystal red lips were shiny, adding a bit of sexiness to her cold and beautiful appearance. She spat softly: "Little bastard, you are so ungrateful!"

The solemn atmosphere suddenly became a little lighter, as if they were preparing to go out for fun instead of facing a group of saint-level strongmen who held opposite opinions from them.

At this moment, in addition to Xianyi Mountain, on the most solemn mountain of the Taoist Alliance, surging holy light flowed, diffused from the magnificent hall, and transformed into one magnificent Taoist image after another, exuding indescribable saintly power.

When Qiu Yi fell down, he couldn't help but let out a light exclamation. It was not because he was surprised by the terrifying aura condensed by these saints. He had faced many powerful people. Not to mention the existence of the pinnacle of immortals like Miss Sheng Haoyu, the ancient god of life, there were even several normal immortals. How could they be frightened by the aura of a mere saint.

The key point is that he thought that things had reached the point where Ling Qinghan came to him in person and handed over the magic sword she had refined in her previous life to him. The situation must have deteriorated to an unimaginable degree.

Under this premise, the saint who could stay here must be arrogant, contemptuous, and overbearing. However, from the Taoist images in front of him, Qiu Yi felt extreme anger and depression, as if there was a strong resentment and anger bursting out, which made him a little difficult to understand.

It's my wife who's going to be the boss now, do you have any objections? We should be the ones who are angry, why are you so angry?

After a little thought, Qiu Yi had already followed Ling Qinghan into the Saint's Hall, and then the corner of his mouth twitched.

From the outside, he just walked into a hall on the top of the mountain, but after entering, he found that there was another world inside. The sky was high and the earth was vast, and it was endless and long. It turned out to be a unique little world.

Bronze pillars stand in all directions, extremely thick, supporting the sky, and above the sky is a sky full of stars. The sun and the moon are hidden among them, shining brightly. The stars surround the sun and the moon, and have not yet been obscured by their light, which is very strange.

The beautiful light is just a small part. The most spectacular thing is the powerful beings in this hall. The powerful saints show their true Taoist bodies, which are thousands of feet high. They are like magnificent giants sitting around this small world. Colorful Taoist lights revolve around them. All kinds of colorful magical powers and visions are like dragons, flood dragons, pythons, insects, phoenixes, birds, fish and rivers, in various shapes and forms, almost filling up this small world. The Taoist sounds are resonating, explaining all kinds of Taoist wonders and narrating the principles of heaven and earth.

This is the concrete manifestation of the existence of the eighth-level saint. If an ordinary cultivator comes here, it will be a problem whether he can stand firmly. It is also Qiu Yi himself who cannot look at it with common sense.

But he looked around and counted carefully, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart. Not counting Ling Qinghan who came in with him, there were actually nineteen saint-level strong men in this small world. If the news got out, the number of eighth-level cultivators gathered in the dozens would be enough to scare people.

What is this going to do?

Give us a warning?

Madam, you are so confident in yourself that you think the two of us can deal with nineteen saints?

"Alright, we are all saints, why do you have to put on such a show in front of me? Just make your Dharma body bigger, do you think you can intimidate a weak woman like me?"

Ling Qinghan raised her eyelids, as if she was not affected by this intimidation, and spoke bluntly, her voice cold and without any emotion.

Such a nonchalant attitude made the atmosphere in the small world seem extremely depressing, and the colorful lights became stagnant and dim.

"Isn't the Heavenly Moon Saint a weak woman? But what do you mean?"

A middle-aged man with a black fire phoenix wrapped around his body spoke in a deep voice, his words filled with deep anger: "The strange phenomenon in the sky and the changes in the avenue mean that unprecedented changes have arrived. Why does the female saint want to keep us here?"

"Hmm?" Qiu Yi was stunned for a moment. What...is the hidden story behind this?

Another saint, who was covered in a gray cloak, said in a hoarse voice: "The female saint tricked all of us Taoist friends to come here in the name of the goddess Qiu Yun, but not only did we not see the goddess, we even set up a barrier at the exit of the small world to prevent us from leaving. What exactly does the female saint want to do?"

"Yes!" An elderly woman with white hair also spoke angrily: "You became enlightened after us, so theoretically you should call us senior Taoist friends, but today you have done such a deceitful and obstructive thing. If you can't give us a reasonable explanation, don't blame us Taoist friends for being rude to you!"

"Saint Lord Ling..."

???

Listening to the complaints and scoldings of the saints and powerful men, Qiu Yi's mind was full of strange question marks.

It wasn't that these saints wanted to stay here on their own initiative, but Qinghan tricked them here under the name of Qiuyun?

Isn't this a bit...

He suddenly didn't know how to describe it.

The other 19 saints present were so angry that they wanted to curse. Ling Qinghan was a saint after all, but she actually did such a thing. She was a saint, a respected and high-ranking existence, and one day she actually used her name to deceive them. What was worse was that they believed it and were foolish enough to be fooled. They really thought that the goddess Qiu Yun was going to tell them some earth-shattering secret at this time of great change in the world, but the result was...

"You should know what I mean. One month has passed. Elder Zhou of the Dragon Fighting Holy Land has passed away. According to the rules and regulations, I should be the leader of the Qingzhou Dao League. But you guys have been procrastinating and wasting my time. This is giving me a headache!"

In front of nineteen powerful men of the same realm, Ling Qinghan remained calm and indifferent, speaking in a calm voice, as if she had turned a deaf ear to everyone's previous complaints.

“Saint Lord Tianyue, what do you mean by this? It’s already this time. Old Saint Zhou died in unclear circumstances, and a mysterious vision has emerged, leaving us unconscious for a month. With all these important events, you only care about your position as the leader of the alliance. With this kind of behavior, how can we agree to let you take the throne?” An old saint from the ancient country of Qingyang immediately jumped out and scolded harshly.

Ever since an old saint of theirs was killed in the Sword Sect more than a year ago, they have almost lost their voice. Now that they have this opportunity, they must not let this woman dominate alone.

"That's right, Brother Ling, you are a little too hasty. You are a saint after all, and you should know the priorities of things."

A saint from the Star Gate also spoke, or rather, every powerful person present had an extremely solemn expression. They had never thought that this younger female saint would have such courage that she could single-handedly block more than a dozen saints and force them to submit.

And this is something they would never be willing to do if possible.

Faced with the stern words of more than a dozen saints, Ling Qinghan, who was expected by everyone, did not answer again, but just lowered her eyes, as if she was too lazy to pay attention to them.

But at the same time, a light and melodious sword sound rang out behind her. Qiu Yi walked out holding the former Sword Ancestor's magic sword, with steady steps and powerful aura, but he did not take the saints seriously.

"You...Qiu Yi...what do you want to do?"

The expressions of the group of saints changed slightly, and their faces became unnatural. Even though they had never seen this young man, they had been here for such a long time that they had a pretty good idea of ​​his identity.

He practiced the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, had the upper hand in his fight with the old saint of the Yuhua Holy Land, climbed the Xianyi Mountain alone, and survived the hands of the Goddess Qiuyun unharmed. In addition, there were rumors that this young man seemed to be the lover of the Female Saint Tianyue. No matter which story it was, it would shock people and make them think twice when it was spread. How could they not care?

Unfortunately, like Qiu Yi and Ling Qinghan, they had no intention of paying attention to them. They just held the magic sword in their hands horizontally and looked towards the edge of the small world, at the two saints who had not spoken a word.

The aura from them showed that they were from the Sword Sect. One of them was an old man with white hair and beard. He had cloudy eyes and looked very old, but his skinny body contained a sharp and harmonious sword energy. The other was a handsome middle-aged man who was sitting cross-legged in the air with a long sword across his knees and a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes.

Qiu Yi asked directly: "You two are the saints of the Sword Sect. Do you recognize the sword of the Sword Ancestor?"

The old saint opened his cloudy pupils, a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, and he smiled: "I have no objection to the choice of the Sword Ancestor. I am old now, and I should make use of my remaining energy for the Sword Sect. But I don't know whether the young people will think so."

Old man, young man?

Qiu Yi looked thoughtful as he turned his gaze towards the middle-aged man, who nodded without hesitation: "The Sword Sect doesn't care who will be the leader of the Dao Alliance, but I am a little curious about the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor."

Having said that, the man's aura suddenly rose, his whole body roared with sword energy, and the magic sword on his knees whistled even more, ready to be unsheathed to compete with him.

Are you going to fight me?

It turns out that saints and saint lords cannot be lump together. When he was in the Sword Sect before, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect always responded to his requests. He even did not refute at all when it came to the response measures of the ancient country of Qingyang.

If it were a contemporary saint now, he would have a different opinion, which is enough to show the spirit that a saint should have. Even the descendant of the Sword Ancestor might not be taken seriously.

This should be something that can only be praised, but you don't see what time it is. Others haven't come forward yet, and you, as a saint of the Sword Sect, want to start an internal fight with me?

As expected, the Sword Sect cultivators’ brains are full of mush. No wonder my wife was unwilling to return to the Sword Sect even after her rebirth. With your stubborn behavior, who would be willing to be held back by you!

Qiu Yi shook his head and raised his hands to cover his face, but he couldn't just stand there without showing any reaction, so he just casually stuck the magic sword into the ground, then slashed out a ray of sword light with his backhand.

Ever since he cultivated the sword domain and left the Sword Sect, he has not immersed himself too much in the way of the sword. As for the way of the sword, sword moves and sword techniques are secondary after all. The essence of the way of the sword lies in its spirit, its intention, and its heart. He controls the way of the sword with the will that controls the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, so how could he be a little bit wrong?

In an instant, the sword energy illuminated the sky of the small world, as if cutting a crack in the sky, and it was as if a huge galaxy spread out, sweeping in all directions, swallowing up mountains and rivers, showing its domineering and sharp style.

Even the saints present were shocked and stared at the two fighting parties with deep eyes.

As expected, the Saint Lord of Tianyue did not take action. Instead, it was the Saint's suspected lover and the Saint of the Sword Sect who fought. And what about their fighting power after that?

Is it excessive?

Just this move made half of the saints present look solemn. It was not that they could not do this, but Qiu Yi was too calm, making it difficult for them to see his depth.

When the sword light faded, everyone looked and saw that the middle-aged saint of the Sword Sect was no longer sitting leisurely, but stood upright with the sword in his hand, looking at the young man who was pulling out the magic sword with a complicated expression.

"The descendant of the Sword Ancestor really deserves the title. The Sword Sect has no objection to the Heavenly Moon Saintess becoming the leader of the Dao Alliance."

Qiu Yi pursed his lips and turned his head away, not wanting to get too involved with the stubborn sword cultivator. However, following the Sword Sect's statement, the saints from other sects suddenly looked unhappy.

Does this young man want to use his strength to force everyone to express their opinions?

He really thought that with just the two saints here, even if the two from the Sword Sect were counted, there were only four of them, they could force the other seventeen saints to bow their heads!

"Qiu Yi, you are not a member of our Dao League. Are you going to interfere in the affairs of the Dao League today?"

The only two remaining saints in the Dragon Fighting Holy Land stood up, and the aura of the Dao on their bodies connected with each other, transforming into two circling celestial dragons, with unparalleled might.

Qiu Yi glanced at his wife who had no desire to show off, sighed softly, and then stared at them and said indifferently: "There should be only two saints left in the Dragon Fighting Holy Land. No matter what you do, you must think twice before acting, otherwise it will be hard to say whether the name of the holy land can be guaranteed in the future."

"you……"

"Young man, you are too arrogant! This is the business of my Taoist Alliance, do you really want to get involved in it?" The old saint of the ancient country of Qingyang took the opportunity to attack.

Qiu Yi looked at him and sneered again: "Don't think of yourself as a small onion when you are old. If you behave well today, maybe I can let you go. If this matter blows up, which holy land do you think I and Saint Ling will attack first? With the grudge between us, do you think you can return to Qingyang Ancient Country to retire safely?"

As soon as these cold and ruthless words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and all of them had gloomy faces. The small world was suddenly in turmoil, and various avenues appeared alternately, giving a sense of urgency as if a storm was about to come.

Some of the saints from other continents were fine, as they were not the first parties affected. While they were serious, they were more in the mood to watch the show. However, the saints affiliated with the Taoist Alliance looked very unhappy.

A big fight is going to break out later, but this young man controls the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and has some relationship with the Goddess Qiu Yun. Who would be willing to fight with such a person on normal days?

Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

But, now that the situation has developed to this point, it seems like we have no choice but to take action, okay?

Otherwise, his fame would be ruined in the hands of this young man.

Ling Qinghan's body was also filled with Taoist power, her dress fluttering, and the sacred artifact Lingyue was hanging behind her, releasing a hazy halo. She was always prepared for the situation she would face next. She was at least 60% confident in the fight between saints, but Qiu Yi's current condition made her a little unsure.

“Haha! Hahahaha…”

However, at this critical moment, the young man who was the focus of everyone was the first to laugh out loud.

"Qiu Yi, what are you laughing at?"