I Have Nine Queen Sisters

"Here, stop."

Tianxiang spoke lightly, her tone indifferent.

She was practicing swords here, but unexpectedly someone went up the mountain without opening their eyes.

This is also the negligence of the disciples of the Nine Dragons Sect. Usually, there are many disciples patrolling and guarding the narration of Qingfeng.

These days, due to the news that the Empress is coming to the Nine Dragons Sect, countless monks have descended on the Nine Dragons Star to visit the Nine Dragons Sect. The disciples who were originally guarding the Qingfeng have been dispatched to maintain the order outside the Sect.

After all, in the eyes of many people, this green peak is right next to the holy mountain and belongs to the interior of the sect.

But, in this world, there is never a shortage of people who can't open their eyes.

Tianxiang scolded lightly, causing Chen Fan and others to be stunned.

Especially Chen Fan, the originally calm face suddenly filled with excitement, the originally sharp and calm eyes suddenly burst out with strong love and longing.

The girl in the pink skirt was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help shouting: "You... Who are you! Why are you here! What are you going to do!"

That sharp sword from the sky almost made her cry.

Several old men looked solemn, they looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

From the pure sword standing on the sword sharpening stone, you can feel the strong sword intent, which is cold and lonely, like a peerless beauty standing proudly in the world.

This sword intent!

So intense!

Although the strength of this woman is not that strong, her understanding of sword intent alone is enough to shock several old men.

You must know that they are all the older generation of Zhenwu Jianzong, one of the ten holy places, known as the sect that is best at using swords under the stars, and even their shocking sword intent has such a terrifying potential.

"I don't want to say it a second time.

Tianxiang sighed lightly, and with a gesture of her hand, the spirit sword floated back and floated beside her, Tianxiang said lightly: "This is my place of meditation, outsiders are not allowed to step on it, please come down the mountain."

"This...is this the way your Nine Dragons Sect treats guests!"

The girl in the pink skirt was in a hurry and couldn't help but pointed at Tianxiang and shouted: "You suddenly took out your sword and almost hurt me, don't you even apologize? If you hurt me, the Nine Dragons Sect will punish you for the death penalty!

This girl in pink skirt is obviously the jewel of Zhenwu Jianzong's palm.

How could she know that in the endless starry sky, many cultivators who strayed into other people's retreat places were also beheaded.

Who would allow someone to approach while they were meditating if they were not trusted?

"I don't kill you, it's already forgiveness, what else do you want?"

Tianxiang's beautiful eyes glanced at the girl in the pink skirt lightly, and her tone became a bit colder: "Go down the mountain, or you will die!

"Yan!"

The spirit sword in Tianxiang's hand groaned softly, as if responding to the coldness in the master's heart.

"Girl, you must be a little too aggressive! 35

An old man frowned, took a step forward, and groaned.

Although they were at fault first, but they have already reported the name of Zhenwu Sword Sect, this woman is still not giving face, which is really embarrassing.

"Senior brother, she...she bullied me!

The girl in the pink skirt twitched her mouth, a little aggrieved, she wanted to cry, and pulled Chen Fan's sleeve.

The old men also looked at Chen Fan, headed by him, and waited for his order. If Chen Fan wanted to take over this place to cultivate, even if he didn't take it, they would take it too!

In the world of monks, strength has always been the criterion. Who would reason with a weak person?

who knows.

The girl in pink skirt did not wait for her brother's comfort and love, and Chen Fan ruthlessly shook her hand away from the girl in pink skirt.

Under the disbelieving and astonished gaze of the girl in the pink skirt, Chen Fan couldn't help but take a step forward, his face flushed with excitement, and he stretched out his hand, as if to grab something.

"You...is that you? Why are you here? Could it be...the news from the Nine Dragons Sect is true, and you really came?"

Chen Fan said in a trembling voice, with excitement flashing in his eyes, staring at Tianxiang, as if to see her true face under the veil.

The old people were shocked. Why did Chen Fan, who has always been calm, suddenly lose his temper?

Although this woman is amazing and cool, but Chen Fan is not a person who is greedy for beauty, why is she suddenly like a different person?

The girl in the pink skirt was even more stunned, tears couldn't help but flow down. The senior brother she admired actually treated this woman with such seriousness, as if it was a treasure she had been pursuing all her life.

Brother, he doesn't even want to look at me now, and he doesn't care if I'm hurt or wronged.

"Do I know you?

Tianxiang frowned and took a step back, not concealing the disgust in her beautiful eyes.

No matter how good Chen Fan is, she will not give her a face.

As a direct disciple of the Empress, her vision was so high that she took ten thousand steps back and said that even if Tianxiang didn't care about Wang Chen, she might not be able to see any man in the world.

In her heart, in addition to Wang Chen, it is kendo!

"Chen Fan! Don't be fascinated by this demon girl!"

An old man let out a low voice, and there was a trace of immortal power in his voice, which had the effect of awakening the soul, making Chen Fan's eyes instantly clear.

"Humph."

Tianxiang snorted coldly, looking at the elder with a cold expression in her beautiful eyes, and murderous intent emerged.

how?

Your Tianjiao sees that the woman can't walk, so they blame her for being a witch?

Sure enough, it's the face of the Holy Land, and the people you don't like are the demon males?

"..."

Chen Fan took a deep breath, the ruddy color on his face disappeared, and he returned to the original arrogant posture, he smiled slightly, and said to Tianxiang: "It's me being abrupt, you are not her.

"But... your temperament is really similar."

Chen Fan spoke lightly, with a sigh in his tone.

Tianxiang heard the words, her heart moved, and she suddenly frowned and asked, "Do you know the tutor?"

If these people really have something to do with Empress Qingli, I really wouldn't be able to treat them like this.

In this world, whoever Tianxiang's temperament resembles the most is undoubtedly the Empress Qingli, and even Wang Chen can't help admiring at times, saying that the similarity between the two is like a mother, daughter, and sister.

The figure, appearance, and temperament are all similar.

The young master also once said to Tianxiang that after his twentieth birthday, he must let Tianxiang and Empress Qingli sleep together, kneel on the pillow, and taste the envy of everyone in the world.

Looking around the world, the person who dares to say that he knows Tianxiang and Empress Qingli the most is undoubtedly Wang Chen.

Playing around day and night, all over the body, what did Wang Chen not understand?

The young master has personally said that the two are very similar, and Tianxiang naturally remembered it in his heart. Now Chen Fan mentioned it again, Tianxiang naturally thought of the Qingli Empress.

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"Tutor? 35

Chen Fan was stunned and smiled slightly: "No, girl, you misunderstood. I'm not talking about your master, but my future wife."

Chen Fan has always regarded the unforgettable Qianying as his fiancée, regardless of whether the other party knows him or not, and whether the status and identity of the two parties are compatible?

"Oh. 35

Tianxiang nodded lightly and said, "Are you finished? Let's go down the mountain.

How noble and powerful is the Empress Qingli, who swayed above the starry sky, made countless human cultivators admire her, and reflected countless star fields.

Besides the young master Wang Chen, who is qualified to be her husband?

Tianxiang believed that Chen Fan and others had absolutely nothing to do with the Empress.

The girl in the pink skirt couldn't help but pouted and looked at Tianxiang dissatisfiedly: "You! How can you be so boring! Senior brother is nice to talk to you, but you keep trying to chase us!

The girl in the pink skirt fell in love with Chen Fan, even if Chen Fan treated her like that before, she could ignore it and speak for Chen Fan instead.

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"Noisy."

Tianxiang frowned, her patience has reached the limit, and her voice became colder: "I see that the master has had a sword-washing friendship with Zhenwu Jianzong, and I can allow you to stay for a while. If you don't go down the mountain as soon as possible, don't worry. to harass me again!"

Today's training course is not over yet, and I still believe in returning to serve the Young Master as soon as possible.

Tianxiang will not be entangled with this group of strangers, in her eyes, everything is inferior to the sword in her hand. The sword in her hand is not as good as the young master in her heart.

Tianxiang's voice just fell, and the girls in pink skirts couldn't care less about anger, most of them were stunned?

Your master, did you wash swords in Zhenwu Jianzong?

The only place in Zhenwu Jianzong to wash swords is Jianchi, but there is a place to wash swords specially for terrifying beings!

How terrifying is your teacher's identity, to be able to wash swords in the sword pool of Zhenwu Jianzong?

"Dare to ask, who is your teacher?

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and asked suddenly.

"My teacher Qingli.

Tianxiang spoke lightly, her expression still so cold and indifferent, but what she said was shocking.

The audience was shocked, everyone was stunned, even Chen Fan grew his mouth for a while?

No way?

Are you a direct disciple of Empress Qingli?

No wonder, no wonder you two have such similar temperaments!

Chen Fan's originally calm eyes suddenly filled with heat and longing.

"how is this possible!"

The girl in the pink skirt was stunned for a moment, her face turned pale, and she quickly shouted: "Don't tell me, your teacher is the Qingli Empress?!

"Absolutely impossible, as far as I know, Empress Qingli has never accepted an apprentice.

An old man shook his head and looked at Tianxiang suspiciously.

There are so many monks who use swords in the world, but it is impossible for them to be qualified to be personally trained by Empress Qingli.

"Humph."

The girl in the split skirt proudly akimbo, pointed at Tianxiang, and scolded unceremoniously: "You woman, you really don't know how to be ashamed! We have been talking to you in a good voice, but you have to speak ill! Also, your teacher is not a bad teacher. Good thing, he actually dares to take the title of Qingli! He is so daring, isn't he afraid of the Empress' wrath?"

The girl in the pink skirt raised her eyebrows and hummed softly, "What kind of master is there, what kind of apprentice!"