She's not the devil emperor's nanny!

"Alas..." One day, Ling Xuan sighed suddenly, and said, "There are more and more cultivators in the city, and even those who are lower than me are here."

"Didn't you just condense the golden core? Most of the masters are in the sect, and they don't go out and walk around. With your cultivation base, it is already considered average in the entire cultivation world." Ye Qingyang reached out and tapped Ling Xuan's head, and Ling Xuan was stunned. After so long, he actually learned many of Ling Xuan's habitual movements.

Including talking to oneself and knocking people on the head.

"But I was in Wuji Mountain, and I haven't seen any disciples below the golden core stage." Ling Xuan retorted, but what he said made Ye Qingyang roll his eyes.

"You will also say that it is Wuji Mountain. Do you know the meaning of the word Moyu Xiaoshou? Those who can enter Wuji Mountain to practice are the most talented disciples in the sect. Naturally, it is rare to have a low cultivation level."

"To be honest, it's not very clear."

"You..." Ye Qingyang shook his head and was about to say something, but he heard a slight buzzing, and a ray of light was cut off by the stretch of his sleeves.

When Ling Xuan took a look, he saw a small pocket sword in Ye Qingyang's hand, with a letter tied to the hilt.Ye Qingyang opened the letter to read it, and the letter turned into shreds when he twisted it with his fingers.

"Brother Ling, it looks like I'm going to say goodbye." Ye Qingyang smiled and said, "The disciples of my sect are almost arriving in Yecheng, so I should go and meet them."

"Oh? Do you want to send someone to take you there?" Brother Ling raised his eyebrows, pointing.

"No need, I've locked their positions with my spiritual sense, I'll just go there." Ye Qingyang was a little bit brave.

"Are you sure you can be direct?"

"I...probably..." Ye Qingyang's words became more and more unconvincing. "Bet, with ten middle-grade spirit stones, you will end up on the way and don't know where you are." Brother Ling smiled sinisterly, because Ye Qingyang is that kind of person. He can get lost following anyone, and no one is watching him take a spiral and spend a lot of time before reaching his destination.

This person's Lu Chi is definitely a disease.

"Just bet!" Ye Qingyang didn't believe in evil, and proudly took out a high-grade spirit stone and put it on the table.

"This is the bet I paid in advance..."

"Pfft!" Ling Xuan laughed miserably, this guy said he wanted to gamble, but at the same time he even paid the bet if he lost.

After finally stopping laughing, Ling Xuan propped his hands on the table, looked at Ye Qingyang and said, "But since you're gone, I'm going to look for an expert nursing home again, or just close the door, the air in Yecheng is very cold." It's starting to smell like gunpowder, and it seems too dangerous to stay here any longer."

"You don't have to worry about that. Even if I leave, you still have two masters secretly protecting you from Zuixianlou. And..." Ye Qingyang lowered his voice, with a hint of teasing, and said: "The one who cultivated is the authentic Promise Demon Sect Even if the Feng Mo Gong technique is not as good as mine, it still has a period of return to the void."

Ling Xuan was stunned for a moment, and guessed the identity of the person in an instant.

Fengmo Palace, Fengjue Thirteen Swords.

Could it be that Feng Jueqing already knew he was here?

Ling Xuan stood up abruptly, looking around subconsciously, feeling like a grandson monkey who couldn't get out the palm of the Tathagata Buddha.

"Hahaha..." Ye Qingyang laughed when he saw Ling Xuan's appearance, and said, "Brother Ling, you don't have to worry so much, right? You said you like the Ruthless Devil Emperor, so go ahead and like him. If he dumps you, then come Jianzong is looking for me, and when the time comes, he will bring Ling Ying with him, and let my master go to be greedy."

"What you said... I don't want to be dumped. Are you from the Sword Sect?" Ling Xuan was a little surprised. Although he knew that he was a big name, but to neutralize his stupid part is to make it impossible to imagine that he is a swordsman. Zong's.

"Yes, if you have time to go to Immortal Realm, you can go to Jianzong to find me and report my name." Ye Qingyang smiled freely, opened his mouth, and the ancient blue sword flew out, floating in the air and making a buzzing sound.

"Then, Qingyang bids farewell, Brother Ling, take care." Stepping on the ancient sword, Ye Qingyang cupped his fists at Ling Xuan to bid farewell.

"Take care, Brother Ye, go all the way." Ling Xuan waved his hand and watched Ye Qingyang leave.After being stunned for a long time, I couldn't help but mutter to myself... "This time... are you still running away?"

……

Sure enough, Ye Qingyang got lost on the way, and found the place after turning around the whole city of Ye.

"Uncle Ye!" Yingluo was very excited when she saw Ye Qingyang, hugged his arm, and said, "Grandpa and I are still worried that you will not catch up? I didn't expect you to have already arrived in Yecheng."

"Because I came here according to the map, and I didn't go the wrong way." Ye Qingyang smiled slightly, making Yingluo dizzy.

"You too, since you're here, don't notify the door." The old man stroked his beard and shook his head.

"Why bother? Just treat it as an experience." Ye Qingyang still answered casually.

"Then what have you gained from this experience?"

"Hmm... I have a question." Ye Qingyang thought about it seriously and said.

"Say it, let us all listen to it too." The old man said, while the other Sword Sect disciples in the room held their breaths and concentrated, hearing some of Ye Qingyang's insights would be of great benefit to their cultivation.

"I'm just wondering, do I really get lost often?" Ye Qingyang asked innocently, and all the disciples of the same school staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Alas..." The old man had a headache, rubbed his temples, and was about to say something, but the spiritual consciousness covering the entire Yecheng sensed something, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"The Promise Demon Sect really came."