Quickly wear the heartthrob: I rely on my beauty to dominate the world

The next day, Qingqing didn't know how to fly on a sword yet, so Li Fuguang carried her to the Lundao Hall.

In the air, the voice of System 996 suddenly sounded: "Qingqing, look at the nine o'clock direction, there is the aura of the Sword of Light."

"Master, what is that place?"

"The sect's sword tomb. When you reach the Jindan stage, you can go in and choose your own natal divine sword."

The Sword of Light, which was being ruthlessly suppressed by the Sword Tomb Formation at this moment, sensed Qingqing's breath the moment she stepped into Kunlun Sect.

It wanted to blow up this sword tomb just like it did the Church of Light last time, but the sword tomb formation would be reinforced layer by layer by successive elders who had guarded it.

Although the Sword of Light is equivalent to a divine weapon here, its power system is different after all, and it cannot break the formation violently for the time being.

When it first came to this world, it wanted to look for Qingqing, but unfortunately it was caught by an elder of the Kunlun Sect who was in the Tribulation Period.

"I have never seen such a strange sword. Since you joined my Kunlun Sect, you have a destiny with me. Come with me to the sword tomb."

It had thought it couldn't get out, so it acted arrogantly in the sword tomb. It used its strength to drive all the swords in the sword tomb aside and occupied a large area.

Now it decided to start from underground, to dig out the formation for Qingqing, and also called on the swords in the sword tomb to act together.

Some of the swords in the sword tomb were the swords of the fallen geniuses of Kunlun Sect. Even though they cannot defeat the Sword of Light, they cannot just watch it destroy their lair.

The two swords started fighting, causing the formation to become turbulent.

“Come with me and take a look.” Li Fuguang looked at the sword tomb which seemed to be about to riot.

The guarding elder did not dare to take it lightly and quickly ordered his disciples to ask the sect leader to come over.

Li Fuguang was afraid that Qingqing would be hurt by the murderous aura of the swords in the sword tomb, so he originally wanted to leave her behind and go in alone.

But Qingqing grabbed his collar with her little hand and had to take him in with her.

The Sword of Light was fighting fiercely at this moment, and it swept down a large number of flying swords with a single swing of its tail.

In fact, it’s not quite accurate to call it a sword. The Sword of Light can change its shape autonomously and has storage space inside, making it more like a divine weapon.

Moreover, its fighting style is cunning and rogue, and ordinary swords can hardly defeat it.

Li Fuguang raised his hand to stop the chaotic scene, and with the pressure of the Tribulation Period, swords fell to the ground with a crash.

At this moment, only the Sword of Light was not affected. It was too engrossed in the fight just now, and now it wanted to get closer and closer when it felt the breath of Qing Qing.

Li Fuguang looked at the blade of the Sword of Light, which was still stained with mud and other unknown liquids, and waved it away casually due to his mysophobia.

Qingqing tugged at Li Fuguang's sleeve: "Master, I like this sword so much. Can I choose my natal sword now?"

She was still wearing ordinary people's clothes, a goose yellow chest-length skirt with light pink plum blossoms embroidered on the top and a red belt.

Li Fuguang has not yet learned how to style her hair into a variety of beautiful buns, so she can only simply tie her hair up.

The big eyes looked innocent and looked at Li Fuguang pitifully, like a puppy longing for meat and bones.

Being too young to have the ability to fight, they can only look at those close to them with dependence.

"Well, be good." Li Fuguang rubbed Qingqing's little head.

For some reason, he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted towards the child and indulge her.

He has had a smooth life. He became famous when he entered Kunlun at a young age. He has been walking alone on the path of cultivating immortals for thousands of years and should not have so many emotions.

His cultivation has reached the stage of overcoming tribulations, and he will ascend to heaven soon. How can he take care of this child? It was too impulsive to accept her as his disciple.

"What's going on? Junior brother, if I had known you were here, I wouldn't have come here. Our master has screwed me so badly!!! Being a sect leader means you have to worry about everything."

The master's voice came before he even arrived, and his unique loud voice broke the warmth between master and disciple.

"Oh, my little nephew has become even prettier now."

"I took the sword away." Li Fuguang pointed at the Sword of Light that was hiding aside and the dog was afraid to approach.