Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

The martial arts conference finally came to an end.

Following the warm atmosphere of the conference, the sects left.

Cangxing Gate is no exception.

As the second seat of the mountain gate, Wei Canglan would of course accompany the first seat, Du Ruixi, to escort the disciples back.

Before leaving, Zhuge Linglong, Fan Qingmeng, and a group of girl disciples came to see them off.

Of course, there are also male disciples who come here especially for their fame.

Everyone looked at him with eyes full of reluctance and nostalgia.

Wei Canglan can accept the reluctance of a cute girl.

But looking at those teenagers with red lips and white teeth, Wei Canglan only felt a chill down his back.

Sorry, I, Wei, am not as good as Long Yang.

I'm not Nantong, thank you.

Zhuge Linglong, a silly girl, obviously liked Wei Canglan very much in her heart, but she didn't take the initiative to say it out.

Proud as a swan, she has always wanted to conquer with her own charm, and let Wei Canglan take the initiative to express her love.

But it's a pity, Wei Canglan's feelings for her...

Well, it can be said that it is so-so.

Because he doesn't like fools.

Except for Tang Canxi.

The main reason is that his soul is a modern person.

Modern society stipulates that those fools break the law.

Therefore, he has no nostalgia for Zhuge Liang Linglong.

As for the internet celebrity with a pointed chin, Fan Qingmeng.

Whenever Wei Canglan thinks about it, he can't help but smack his lips twice.

He likes the appearance of the family very much.

pity.

He still can't accept the other party's mind.

After all, she is not a Cangxingmen disciple.

If she was his disciple like Chen Yu Canxi.

Well, presumably, Fan Qingmeng is already in his shape now.

The two may even have to break several beds.

Better to let her wear that red dress every time.

So wonderful.

Wei Canglan also admired his strange XP system.

In fact, he yearned more for the Jade Phoenix Sect Master, that beautiful woman who couldn't tell her age.

Zheng Qiao.

Hey.

If it wasn't for Fan Qingmeng, would she have ended up in person and used a beauty trap?
Wei Canglan reckoned, the answer is yes.

If this is the case, it is estimated that he will definitely be squeezed into a mummy.

That Zheng Qiao has a plump body, she looks like a stunner in the world.

Although Wei Canglan usually exercised his physical fitness, he was much stronger than ordinary monks, but when facing that beautiful woman, he estimated that he had no chance of winning and would be completely suppressed until his body was hollowed out.

Every time he saw Zheng Qiao's twisting waist and plump buttocks under the long skirt, the evil fire in his lower abdomen would burn violently, as if it was about to break through the sky.

pity.

I don't know when we will meet again.

Wei Canglan sighed, rode Wei Xiaohua against the wind, and placed Du Ruixi in front of and behind the crowd, escorting the large army back to the mountain gate.

……

At that time, in the southwest of Dayu, the gate of ghosts.

As the four sects of the devil, oh no, now he is the leader of the three sects of the devil.

The architectural style of the ghost gate is not as weird as outsiders' stereotyped impression.

On the contrary, the aura here is relatively abundant, the mountains and rocks are flat, and there are traces of artificial carving.

There are many palaces, carved beams and painted buildings.

It doesn't look very luxurious from the outside, but those who understand architecture can know the mystery at a glance.

From the outside to the inside of the entire sect, there is a low-key and hidden magnificence.

Mainly in the selection of building materials, it is extremely expensive.

Whether it is the blood jade that is extremely rare even in the Western Regions, or the silver rock that can only be used in the Dayu Palace, it is enough to see its value.

Especially in front of the suzerain's palace, the endless slender steps, looking from below, the main entrance of the palace seems to be hidden in the clouds.

In front of the door, there are several stone pillars, just taking out one can catch up with a mansion in the capital's palace, and the size is even five or six adults who can't even stretch their arms around it.

It can be seen that the life of a person in the ghost gate is not unusual in practice.

In contrast, the village of the Poison Demon Sect was extremely simple.

At this time, in front of the door master or the empress palace, under the countless steps, there was a black-robed monk standing there, and beside him was the empress' confidant, dressed in a cheongsam, with his face covered in black. Wrapped in gauze, you can't see the appearance, but it gives people a suffocating and weird beauty.

"Sect Master Fan, please?"

This Fan Zongzhu is not that Fan Zongzhu.

Not Fan Qingmeng.

It was Fan Feiping, the speaker of the Poison Demon Sect.

At this moment, he felt that his footsteps were extraordinarily heavy, and his already hunched figure made his spine even more curved.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why plans fail.

If the plan is successful, he will have more right to speak in front of the Empress, and even take the opportunity to suppress her.

A girl who is also worthy of being a devil emperor?
There is also the matter of Yuyao Tower, he can also save face for sworn brother Hu Yanfeng, at least he can force the Empress to attack the Cangxing Gate.

However, all of this is now in vain.

As the plan to sabotage the Zhengdao Yanwu failed, he was about to be held accountable by the Empress.

But Fan Feiping has been unable to figure out which part of the plan went wrong.

Obviously everything is proceeding as planned.

Listening to the confidant who is proficient in Gu art come back to his life, it means that someone leaked the news.

Who is it?
There should be very few people who know about this.

In the Poison Demon Sect, only he and his confidants were the ones who abandoned the plan to implement it.

It is impossible for the two of them to dig their own graves and tell the major sects of the Martial Arts Conference, right?

Then there is the Meihu Sect.

The cultivation base of this sect's disciples is not very good, but the ability to gather information is top-notch.

But they are also Demon Sects, and they will not report to Zhengdao.

Then there is the Empress.

Even if she didn't want to see the Poison Demon Sect, it was impossible for her to reveal this matter to Zhengdao.

Who is it?

Fan Feiping was so angry that his teeth itched and wanted to vent.

He even wanted to slap the beautiful cheongsam woman beside him to death.

The latter felt his mood swings, but he was not afraid. He wrapped it tightly under the veil, smiled sweetly, and said in a teasing tone:

"Sect Master Fan, what's the matter? Are you scared?"

"How many times have you walked this step?"

"I even thought that one day I wouldn't have to leave again, right?"

Fan Feiping turned his head stiffly upon hearing the sound.

He didn't expect that the empress' confidant knew his true inner thoughts.

That is an ambition that cannot be told to others.

Not only did he not want to walk up these steps anymore, but he also wanted to sit on the throne that symbolized power and status in the main hall.

But right now, he can't do anything.

Everything is to be hidden.

So, he turned his head and smiled at the woman, and said hoarsely:

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

After that, he strode his legs away and walked towards the steps.

Countless stone steps, as if there is no end to the road.

He walked for about half an hour before finally arriving at the main entrance of the palace.

It's not that he doesn't want to fly up directly, it's because the Empress has a rule that the stone steps must be walked up.

This point, even Fan Feiping, who has repeatedly provoked the authority of the Empress, cannot be ignored.

But it doesn't matter.

One day, he will completely break this rule.

The main gate of the palace slowly opened, and a wonderful fragrance mixed with a majestic devilish energy drifted out.