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

The head of the sect looked towards the corner and recalled that the sword seemed to have been tied back by Luoyang Zhenren.

Two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, were staring at the leader, who was under tremendous pressure.

"If you like it, take it away and treat it well."

After that, the two of them left together with a sword.

The Sword of Light followed Qing Qing leisurely to the Discussion Hall, and took the opportunity when Li Fuguang left to shake off the dirt on his body.

It wanted to continue to transform into a bracelet, but seeing that Qingqing already had two bracelets on her hand, it reluctantly transformed into a necklace.

Qingqing touched the necklace to comfort her.

The Lun Dao Hall is where Kunlun Sect holds morning classes. All disciples who have not yet introduced Qi into their bodies will receive unified guidance from their teachers here.

The course will also popularize common sense in the world of cultivation, simple methods of breaking formations, various secret treasures and secret techniques, etc.

You don't need to be proficient, but at least you should be able to recognize the herbs to be dug in the secret realm and be able to pick and preserve them.

Most of the people on Qingqing's side are children around seven or eight years old, and they are new disciples recruited every year.

There are children from aristocratic families as well as children from the countryside. They gather together when they are young to cultivate a sense of belonging and cohesion to the sect.

"Are you the disciple accepted by the Grand Elder?"

The child who was speaking was rich, a fat little boy wearing golden clothes.

He is Zheng Qian, the son of the master of Wanbao Pavilion. Just by hearing his name, you can tell that the elders in his family have high expectations for him.

Wanbao Pavilion has branches in various places. In addition to auction transactions, it is also well-informed.

The fat boy became the disciple of the master. Yesterday, he heard the master talk about preparing for the ceremony of accepting disciples.

The next day, I couldn't wait to meet this new junior sister.

Qingqing nodded, looking at the fat boy's rich appearance: "Brother, do you want to give me a gift too? The head master has given it to me."

The little fat boy scratched his head shyly. The little junior sister was very cute, so why did she ask for a gift as soon as they met? He was planning to give her a gift at the disciple-taking ceremony.

"Okay, everyone, take your seats, we are going to start the sermon."

Just then the teacher's voice came and rescued the little fat boy.

Qingqing thrives among the disciples with her lovely appearance and status as the first disciple of the Grand Elder.

Fifteen years passed in the blink of an eye.

The secret realm of heaven.

"Senior Sister Qingqing, are you thirsty? I have spiritual dew here."

"You kid, how can ordinary spiritual dew be worthy of Senior Sister? I have the new fruit wine from Qiongyu Tower, which is good for beauty and skin care. It is a must-have for female cultivators."

"Are you saying that Senior Sister Qingqing isn't pretty enough? Good boy, looking at your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you actually think so in your heart!!! My Linglu is still better."

At this moment, the Tianji Secret Realm has not yet been fully opened. The disciples of Kunlun Sect have taken their positions and surrounded Qingqing to compete for her attention.

The older Qingqing gets, the more beautiful she becomes, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a gorgeous and dazzling beauty.

There were often disciples staring blankly at the students while they were practicing sword skills, or they couldn't hit others hard during a sparring match. Qingqing stopped going to the Dao Hall after she turned fourteen.

She usually only practiced with Li Fuguang on Yuanqing Peak. She rarely came down the mountain except when she was on a mission, so the disciples rarely met her.

At this moment, they finally had the chance to get close to the beauty in front of the secret realm, and the brothers no longer cared about their fellow disciples' friendship.

Like a peacock spreading its tail, it can't wait to show off itself while throwing dirty water on its rival at the same time.

Qingqing wore a veil over her face and a white cassock.

The robes are woven from ten-thousand-year-old ice silk, impervious to water and fire, and are engraved with protective inscriptions.

The white skirt is embroidered with elegant and beautiful bamboo leaf patterns.

The breeze is light and ethereal, giving the illusion of being blown away by the wind.

The silky hair was simply tied up with a hairpin, and the rest of her hair fell casually around her waist, making her figure look even more slender and charming.

"Humph, are the sword cultivators now also beginning to develop in the direction of the Hehuan Sect?"

The young man in black robes looked at the scene in front of him where everyone was vying to please him, with a look of disdain on his face and a tone of contempt.

He was Song Yuan, the son of the former head of Penglai Pavilion.

He used to admire Master Fu Guang very much and wanted to become a disciple of the world's number one swordsman.

Born with sword bones and natural golden spiritual roots, no one is more suitable than him to be the disciple of the Kunlun Sect's supreme elder.

As a result, this country bumpkin interfered. Li Fuguang rejected him and accepted such a person with a dishonest conduct as his apprentice.

He was always indignant and practiced hard day and night without slacking off at all, hoping to prove that Li Fuguang was wrong and make Li Fuguang regret missing out on him.

As a result, he only reached the early stage of the Golden Core after practicing hard day and night, while this country bumpkin was already in the late stage of the Golden Core. How unfair is the heaven!

"How can you talk like that! Do you want to learn from our Kunlun Sect's sword cultivators?"

The fellow disciples around were all furious. How could he say that to Senior Sister Qingqing? Some of them wanted to pick up their swords and fight her.

"Junior Sister Qingqing, this is the son of the head of Penglai Pavilion." The speaker was Zheng Qian, the young master of Wanbao Pavilion.

The golden little fat boy from that year has grown up, but he is still round and cute, and still wears the same blinding clothes.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to learn from me? Now that the secret realm is about to open, the demon sect is still eyeing us covetously. Why don't you stay in Kunlun Sect after the secret realm is over? We will definitely welcome you."

Qingqing didn't take the verbal attack seriously, she just thought she would be put in a sack and beaten up later.

The timing is not right right now, and she doesn't want to stir up trouble within the righteous path.

Song Yuan was startled by the pressure released by Qingqing.

Thinking of the cold look Qingqing had just given him, her beautiful eyes that seemed to be angry but not angry, her face suddenly turned red. She stammered, "I'll go," and ran away.

After Song Yuan returned to the camp of Penglai Pavilion, his heart was still pounding like a group of alpacas.

He felt a little annoyed. Why did he run over so impulsively and... said such rude words? She must be angry.

Thinking of Qingqing's eyes like cold ponds, the blush on his face that had just faded away became hot again.

She was looking at me while she was talking just now.

The elder leading the Penglai Pavilion looked at the young pavilion master's face full of amorous feelings, hit his head in annoyance, smiled casually, and lamented that he still had the mentality of a child.

When the Chen time comes, the elders of each faction prepare to work together to open the secret realm.

The leading elder of Kunlun Sect glanced at these young faces one by one. They were the hope for the sect's future.

"Children, the road to immortality is all about who can survive. It doesn't matter if you have little talent or opportunity. It's enough to live long enough to outlast others. Do your best, don't be greedy, and remember to come back alive!"

At this time, Song Yuan suddenly came over with his men.

"Junior Sister Qingqing, our Penglai Pavilion and Kunlun Sect are friendly sects. We have always been together. Let's go together this time."

Qingqing, do you think this guy has a fish head? His memory is only seven seconds. He scolded me not long ago, but now he is pretending nothing happened.

Qingqing smiled slightly: "Of course I am happy to do so."

Ha, I'll put you in a sack tonight. Qingqing and her fellow apprentices thought evilly in their hearts.

"Junior Sister Qingqing, I will hold your hand. It would be bad if we get separated in the secret realm."

Song Yuan looked at Qingqing, unable to hide the anticipation on his face, like a shy young wife.

Zheng Qian came over and pushed him away, saying in a frivolous way: "Young Master, I'm also afraid of being separated from you. Can I hold your hand?"

The surrounding sword cultivators all came over to block Song Yuan: "Young Pavilion Master, we are also very scared and want to hold your hand."

Song Yuan's face was twitching. These sword cultivators were really...

He angrily waved his sleeves and ran away again.