Ninth-level fairy

"Let's talk nicely and don't touch each other." Li Qingshuang shyly gathered her messy hair.

Du Fang looked at the snow-white ankle exposed under her skirt, and suddenly he immediately remembered the white, jade-like and shiny jade feet in Li Qingshuang's boudoir.

Pretending to look around, he casually said:

"It's still early, and there's still some time before it gets dark. It's so boring..."

"What's so boring? Why don't we just talk quietly?"

"Oh no..." Du Fang pointed to the dirt under her skirt and said, "Your skirt is dirty, let me help you wash it!"

"I don't want to..." Li Qingshuang looked at him with malicious eyes and pulled her skirt down to cover her ankles.

"How about I wash your feet? You haven't washed your feet in three months!"

"roll!"

Du Fang sighed softly. Such a little trick could not be hidden from this clever senior sister.

He lay down, thinking and trying to find a better excuse.

"If only I could touch it!"

"Are you angry?" Li Qingshuang asked.

"Nonsense!" Du Fang thought to himself, how can I not be angry if you don't let me, your man, touch you?

"You...are not thinking about washing my feet!"

Li Qingshuang guessed what he meant, but it was difficult to say anything. She leaned over, a hint of mischief flashed across her lips, and whispered in Du Fang's ear:

"Aren't my feet nice?"

"Yes...ah...how are you..."

"Want to touch it?"

"I want to!" Du Fang was shocked and sat up immediately.

"Then take your time to think about it!" Li Qingshuang smiled and ran away. Du Fang was about to chase her when he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the woods and stuck his head out.

Seeing that Master Xuanji had stood up, he began to instruct his disciples to prepare for the long journey.

"Got to go!"

Li Qingshuang let out a sigh and looked back at Lingxiao Mountain behind him.

"Yeah, I don't know when I can come back after this trip!"

"It's better not to come back!" Li Qingshuang said.

"What do you mean? I'm still waiting to marry you, my senior sister, as my wife..." Li Qingshuang glared at him and walked out.

In fact, there is basically no preparation.

It was almost dusk.

Xuanji watched as his disciples dressed up and said, "Let's go. Try to fly low so no one sees us!" He glanced at Du Fang and Li Qingshuang and said, "You two stay at the back and look after the team. Don't let anyone get left behind!"

He took the lead and flew out on his sword. Nearly fifty disciples followed immediately. In a moment, dozens of dark green sword beams rose from the foot of Lingxiao Mountain, passing through the lake and the jungle.

Heading towards Chixiaozhou.

That is the direction of Jinghai.

Li Qingshuang and Du Fang followed at the end.

Now, they are the two strongest in the entire sword sect. Firstly, Xuan Ji takes care of them so that they can talk in private. Secondly, even if the low-level disciples are killed from behind by masters, they are stronger and have the ability to respond.

Xuan Ji’s worries are justified.

After it got dark, three gray flames rose behind Du Fang, closely following the team.

Li Qingshuang looked nervous and kept looking behind him.

Du Fang gritted his teeth and cursed, "You bastards, go ahead and I'll be back after I've dealt with them!"

"Don't go!" Li Qingshuang grabbed his hand.

Du Fang smiled and said, "It'll only be a moment. Your junior fellow apprentice is not the second-level outer disciple from back then. Don't worry!"

As he said this, he pecked her lightly on the face while she was not paying attention.

"Wait for me here!"

He drew out the 'Chengying' on his back, increased his speed, and flew towards the three gray flames.

Above these three gray flames, there were three black and green discs under their feet. They were wearing coarse linen clothes and were obviously not Long Yuan's spies.

Du Fang didn't ask any questions at all, and just slashed with his sword with fierce force.

Three streams of blood mist burst out, turned into three black spots, and were sucked into Chengying's body.

Du Fang looked at the sword with satisfaction.

This low-level, second-level cultivator dares to shit and piss on Lingxiao's head.

The three rays of light disappeared, and Du Fang followed again.

"Is everything okay up ahead?"

"Why did you come back so soon?"

Du Fang chuckled, "A few random cultivators, how dare you act so presumptuously? Do you really think Ling Xiao is easy to bully?"

Suddenly, Xuanji Zhenren's roar came from the front:

"Retreat quickly! There are enemies blocking our way ahead, we can't get through!"

Dozens of green sword beams drew an arc and immediately turned back.

Du Fang hurriedly asked, "Master, what's going on?"

The disciples gathered together and looked at the distance, where a black and red figure stood in the night sky.

A mocking voice came from the front:

"I can't believe that Lingxiao was a major sect back then, yet within a hundred years, its disciples have become so incompetent that they've absconded with the sect. Don't you know that the entire Zhongze Province has been restricted by the Lord of Longyuan, making it impossible to leave?"

Du Fang was about to step forward with his sword when Xuan Ji grabbed him and whispered:

"Don't be impulsive, the other party is a cultivator who has reached the seventh level!"

Seven realms, seven realms again!

At the same time, the space suddenly fluctuated, and everyone felt an extremely gentle force that enveloped each of them.

Another hoarse voice came out:

"These are the surviving members of Lingxiao, right? Xianling should be among them!"

Amidst the hoarse voice, a figure floated down from the sky.

At the same time, a black and red figure flew over.

These were two people, both emitting a majestic aura that made everyone feel very uncomfortable.

The figure in black had a young and handsome face, with bright eyes and sword-like eyebrows, and a gentle and indifferent smile on his face. The other person was wearing flowing white clothes, and was extremely handsome. He just stood there casually, which made people feel respectful, as if as long as he said a word, they would be willing to follow him to travel the world and fight on the battlefield.

"Are you here too?"

"Of course, when a fairy appears, we have to participate. Maybe there will be a great opportunity."

Xuan Ji said in a deep voice, "It's been a long time since we last met, both City Lords. Why are you here together today? Is it for the Fairy Flower?"

"Master Xuanji, long time no see. How did your realm fall so low?"

These two people are Lu Wushuang, the city lord of Wushuang City in Chixiao Prefecture, and Chen Luo, the city lord of Xingluo City.

A swordsman who has reached the seventh level.

"Master Xuanji, you didn't inform us earlier about the appearance of the Immortal Spirit Flower so that we could study it together. Instead, you waited for Lord Longyuan to intervene and spread the news. Now, my two brothers have no choice but to come here to block you!"

Lu Wushuang was still talking about their old friendship, but Chen Luo had a strange temper and said calmly:

"What are you talking about with these stray dogs? Xuanji, if you don't bring out your immortal spirit today, I will exterminate your entire Lingxiao clan right here!"

Du Fang's blood boiled when he heard this. He walked forward with his head held high, stared at him and said:

"The fairy spirit is in my hands. If you have the ability, come and get it!"

Chen Luo was furious:

"The elders are talking, so you, a low-level disciple, have no right to interfere. Get out of the way!" A divine breath shot out from his hand, and he wanted to kill Du Fang directly in front of everyone to make an example of him.

Du Fang directly followed the sword, and above his head, a thick red blood energy emerged and rushed straight into the sky.

Suddenly, countless black and red sword beams flashed from the Chengying in his hand.

This move was the power of immortal spirits. Du Fang tried his best. He wanted to try whether he could kill this seventh-level divine cultivator today.

Seeing such a momentum, the two retreated at the same time, their faces filled with astonishment. Looking at the red blood, they shouted loudly:

"Fairy!"

The look of astonishment faded from his face, and an expression of ecstasy filled his face.

This fairy actually came to my door on his own initiative.

Lu Wushuang immediately unsheathed a yellow sword in his hand.

Chen Luo stepped back and took out a jade axe from a small box. The axe was only the size of a fingernail.