Surprise! The little sister who is loved by the group is actually the strongest in Kyushu!

Everyone knows it.

If you covet the master and disrupt the moral code, you will be punished to stay in the cliff for a hundred years.

And drinking alcohol may lead to the abolition of all cultivation and expulsion from the sect!

Although the little junior sister has no cultivation to begin with.

But the little junior sister will be expelled from the sect!

The 108 senior brothers wailed, and this time they were particularly united, without gossip, curiosity, or speculation, only wailing.

Qing Jiujiu in the quilt didn't know anything yet, with a face full of innocence, and her little mouth was smacking.

The senior brothers were so moved.

The little junior sister was so young, if she was expelled from the sect, how could she live!

Just as the senior brothers were wailing, a strong air came from top to bottom, pressing the people who gathered together to naturally disperse.

His face was as black as charcoal, his hands were behind his back, and his thick eyebrows were raised. If a moon was carved in the middle of his eyebrows, it would be just short of writing the four characters "Impartial and Impartial" on his face.

The surroundings were instantly silent.

The brothers gasped.

It was the law enforcement elder, Mimantian!

The brothers' hearts sank, "It's all over, it's all over, what should we do? Either we fight together, anyway, the little sister must not be expelled from the sect."

They looked at each other.

Mimantian landed lightly on the ground, his eyes swept over Qing Jiujiu in the quilt.

"Qing Jiujiu, it's Qing Jiujiu again! This waste, you Lingyun Peak still keep it?"

When Qing Jiujiu was still three years old, he accidentally broke into Zixia Peak and took advantage of Mimantian's sleep to cut off his beard that had been grown for more than two hundred years.

That's how the feud was formed.

Mimantian sneered and twisted his beard with his backhand.

"What did you do this time?"

Ye Youqing, the eldest disciple of Zixia Peak, stepped forward and repeated what happened just now in a low voice.

Mimantian raised his eyes, "Wow."

The eldest senior brother Liu Lixian quickly put down Qing Jiujiu in his arms, stood up, and said humbly.

"Grand Elder, considering that the little sister is still young, it is because I, as a senior brother, did not discipline her strictly. If you want to punish her, punish the disciple."

Liulixian folded her hands and knelt in front of Mimantian with humiliation.

The other 106 senior brothers followed and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Grand Elder, considering that the little sister is still young, it is because I, as a senior brother, did not discipline her strictly. If you want to punish her, punish the disciples."

The voices rang out in unison, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

Ye Youqing behind Mimantian gritted her teeth in anger.

As the eldest disciple of Zixia Peak, she had never seen these brothers treat her like this.

Why does this little waste who came from nowhere get so much favor?

This is outrageous!

"Master, you are the law enforcement elder. If this matter is just over, what will the other seventy peaks think? What if others follow suit in the future?"

Mimantian nodded and sneered.

"Punishment... just forget it."

"What?" Ye Youqing whispered.

Senior Brother 107 was overjoyed, and Liu Lixian was about to thank him.

Mimantian changed the subject, "Just expel him from the sect."

Liu Lixian's face suddenly turned as pale as silk paper.

The other senior brothers also clenched their fists tightly.

Sure enough...

...

At the same time.

In Sanqing Pavilion.

Mo Ye got up after a light nap, took a moon-white robe and put it on, yawned lazily, and his stunning face was sleepy.

He has a sleep disorder and rarely feels sleepy every three years, so disturbing his sleep is the first crime.

Fortunately, it was Qing Jiujiu today. If it were anyone else, he would have been beaten into a pulp.

Fortunately, he only woke up for a while and fell asleep again.

Mo Ye walked to the tea table and waved his hand to make himself a pot of tea. A hurried sound of footsteps came from outside.

"Master, Master."

Mo Ye raised his eyebrows and his eyes narrowed.

The person was about to knock on the door. He waved his hand and the person knocked in vain and fell to the ground.

The door of his Sanqing Pavilion was made of the dark wood that had sunk to the bottom of the West Sea for a thousand years. If there was a scratch, he would pay for it?

"Master!! Woo woo woo!"

The one who fell to the ground was Xiao Yiliba from Lingyun Peak. He got up from the ground and knelt in front of Mo Ye.

Mo Ye lowered his eyes, picked up the teacup, and skimmed off the foam.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, the Great Elder wants to expel the little junior sister from the sect. What should we do?

Master, you also know that the little junior sister can't do anything. If she is expelled from the sect, she will not be able to survive. Please..."

Little 108 looked only eight years old, eating chubby and a little silly.

The master never got close to them on weekdays, and they didn't know what the master's attitude was towards the little junior sister.

Anyway, since the little junior sister was discovered, the master didn't say that he would drive her away.

HeI have come to ask Master with courage, hoping it will be useful.

Mo Ye's eyes darkened.

Qing Jiujiu is the mascot of his Lingyun Peak. If she makes a mistake, he can take care of it himself. When will it be the turn of outsiders to discipline her?

Little 108 looked at Mo Ye's indifferent expression, and his heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

It's over. Master is definitely not going to take care of it.

This is not surprising. After all, the little sister was so bold that she climbed into Master's bed. Master was so compassionate that he didn't slap her to death directly, but how could he still protect her?

Thinking of this.

Little 108 couldn't help crying again.

"Let's go and take a look."

Mo Ye put down the teacup in his hand, his body was light, and his moon-white robe was not sticky at all, and he slowly floated out.

At the same time.

The weather in March is changeable from morning to night.

Just now, there was still sunshine, and now it has begun to rustle with cold rain.

Qing Jiujiu, who was sleeping soundly, had a cold face, which made her feel a little uneasy. She pursed her lips and nose, curled up, and put her little head into the quilt, wrapped tightly, like a white and chubby silkworm.

In a daze, she felt a little pain in her head, her heart was beating very fast, and it felt like a volcano erupted from her chest, invading her limbs and bones.

She was an alcoholic in her previous life, and thought this was a normal phenomenon of being drunk. She smacked her lips and didn't take it seriously, and continued to sleep unshakably.

Suddenly.

A vague sword appeared in her sea of ​​consciousness, floating.

The sword body was transparent, with brilliant light, the tip of the sword fell to the ground, and the hilt stretched to the sky.

[Host, please move your mind and try to break the mountains and rivers with one sword! 】

"One sword breaks the mountains and rivers..."

The sleepy Qing Jiujiu muttered, and rolled over again. The quilt spread out, and she lay on her back with her legs spread out. Her two buns also spread out, and her chubby little face swelled up and down with her snoring.

She hasn't even broken through to the level of a warrior, and she's not even a Qi Refiner, but she can break the mountains and rivers with one sword. Isn't this ridiculous?

To break the mountains and rivers with a sword, you must be at least at the peak of the Nascent Soul.

Even if the system in her body is powerful, can it be powerful enough to let her break through five major levels in a row?

No matter what, continue to sleep.

The rain gradually got heavier, and it was as cold as an ice cone.

Even though the other disciples had Xuanqi to protect their bodies, they still felt a little cold.

But Qing Jiujiu didn't react at all.

The brothers were not surprised.

Although Qing Jiujiu had no cultivation at all, her physique was amazing.

The two groups had been confronting each other for a quarter of an hour.

The law enforcement disciples of Zixia Peak wanted to capture Qing Jiujiu.

The 107 brothers protected her well and refused to give up.

Mimantian's face became more and more ugly.

Ye Youqing and other law enforcement disciples were even more trembling with anger.

The other 70 peaks' disciples who heard the news and rushed over were full of expressions of gloating.