Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

On Longchi Mountain, Qin Xuan and Jun Wushuang sat with each other, sipping light tea.

The fragrant fragrance of tea, even the best in Kyoto, may not be tasted by the famous family, because this tea comes from Shennong.

"The taste is still a little worse!" Qin Xuan was slightly dissatisfied after drinking one cup.

Qin Yan'er's complexion slightly changed on the side, "Emperor Qing, I will make another pot."

If the tea is not good, it is of course that her maid is not doing well.

"Use spiritual liquid!" Qin Xuan smiled faintly and pointed.

Qin Yan'er couldn't help but pick up the teapot and hurried away.

Jun Wushuang's brows were furrowed, and the tail finger of his right hand holding the teacup was slightly licking. She seemed to be restraining something. She was in the Longchi Spirit Vessel, and the spiritual energy became foggy, and the ordinary people would feel the coldness of the lungs and the refreshing spirit after breathing once. But to Jun Wushuang, it was like inhaling thick smoke.

The spirit swallowing bloodline swallows the aura all the time. After staying in a place full of aura for a long time, the critical point of the aura in Jun Wushuang's body will explode even earlier.

This is a life-threatening matter.

But Jun Wushuang was still holding it back. What she thought in her heart was all the great opportunity Qin Xuan said.

She didn't think Qin Xuan was lying to him, Jun Wushuang knew very well that he had never qualified for this.

Qin Xuan looked at Jun Wushuang's appearance and smiled softly, "Although it is painful, this place is still a little good for you."

Jun Wushuang was startled, a little puzzled.

"Before the next time the spirit swallowing bloodline erupts, if I can help you heal, these auras will be the foundation of your path!" Qin Xuan didn't say too much, there will be a few years before Jun Wushuang's aura erupts.

Realm of Golden Core?

Qin Xuan smiled faintly. He didn't intend to delay it for too long. It was just a golden pill. If it weren't limited by the environment, he had already made it.

Looking at Mo Qinglian and Qin Yan'er, they are already in the Golden Core Realm. He, the Qing Emperor, is still in the Qi Refining Realm, which is really unreasonable.

Jun Wu's double-sided color was shocked, "Please Qingdi for advice!"

At this time, Qin Yan'er had once again brewed a pot of Ling tea, the tea was white and green, but it was a little bit fragrant, but the entrance was unforgettable.

"Stay in this mountain for ten days, it will be a little bit painful!" Qin Xuan put down his teacup, "but it will be good for you in the future, and one thing you need to know is that the journey of cultivation is long, boring, and far better than before. Staying home. Asking to suffer is a million times better than these ten days."

Qin Xuan stood up leisurely, "You decide by yourself."

Qin Xuan walked with his hand holding his hand, ignoring Jun Wushuang, but a few days after that, there was one more person in the big formation, his face pale, and he tolerated the pain but never left the formation.

In the past few days, Qin Xuan hadn't been cultivating all the time.

Condensing the golden core is not a temporary result. The most important thing is that now the dragon pond spiritual veins are not enough for him to cultivate, it is very small.

During this period of time, Qin Xuan occasionally took a look at the elixir in the medicine garden and took the elixir to pour it out. Occasionally, I took out the Shenmu Profound Ding and refined the Yinglong Nigu, but it was a pity that after a few days of training, Yinglong Nigu had not even been refined, and even the Shenmu Xuanding was flushed red by the green fire.

Occasionally, Qin Xuan would talk to Qin Ling and explain the mystery of the scriptures, mixed with a few interesting things in the realm of cultivation.

Occasionally, Qin Xuan would use the finger as a sword to discuss with Mo Qinglian to solve his confusion.

Occasionally, Qin Xuan would stand in the dry character villa, watch TV, occasionally surf the Internet, and sometimes even play a game.

The road is long, stealing a floating life for a few days.

Except for Qin Xuan's leisurely life, I'm afraid there is only Qin Ling.

For the path of cultivation, Qin Ling is not like Qin Yan'er and Mo Qinglian. She is more reckless. When she wants to practice, she will practice for a while. If she doesn't want to practice, she will have fun with the mother and son of King Bear, and occasionally even pull Qin Yan'er. Go shopping.

Qin Xuan never urged him, and occasionally saw Qin Ling having fun, and seemed to smile knowingly.

...

Outside the Qianzi villa, Qin Ling pouted.

At the beginning, she was indeed very excited, looking at the wonders in the large formation on the top of Longchi Mountain. It's a pity that after having fun these days, she feels a little bored.

After all, she is still a child's character, loves the new and dislikes the old.

But just now, Qin Ling wanted to drag Mo Qinglian and Qin Yan'er to go shopping, but unfortunately, they refused.

Therefore, Qin Ling was very unhappy, she was a little unhappy on the swing in front of the villa.

Suddenly, Qin Ling's gaze paused, and her gaze fell on the figure walking not far away.

This is a woman, about thirty years old, holding a Tibetan mastiff almost one meter tall in her hand.

She seemed to be walking the dog. The Tibetan Mastiff was very fierce, and her eyes were like choosing people. After seeing Qin Ling, she just stared at it and didn't care.

But Qin Ling's eyes lit up slightly. She had not seen the Tibetan Mastiff, and this Tibetan Mastiff was very mighty.

The woman also saw Qin Ling, and she was startled slightly.

"Little sister, are you alone at home?" The woman asked with a smile, her eyes falling into the dry character villa.

The owner of the Qianzi Villa is very mysterious in the entire Longchishan villa. The entire Longchi Villa area is just this big. Most of the people here are dignitaries and they almost know each other. Only the owner of the Qianzi Villa, the whole No one seems to have known the Longchi Villa area.

Some people know that the owner here is a beautiful woman.

The woman was a little disappointed and sneered secretly. If Mo Qinglian was here, she would definitely know who this woman was.

When Qin Xuan returned, it was this woman who scolded a vixen, but was frightened by Qin Xuan.

"Of course not!" Qin Ling was innocent, and there was no doubt about him, "Brother Qin Xuan, sister Qinglian, sister Yan'er, and sister Wushuang are all there."

This time, it was the woman's turn to be surprised.

Are all there?

Her eyes fell on the villa, and she couldn't help but wonder.

In the past few days, she will come almost every day, and she is still holding the pure-blooded Tibetan Mastiff that her husband spent millions to buy. It is a pity that she rarely sees people entering or leaving this villa.

The woman's mind is also very simple and not complicated. The previous jealousy of Mo Qinglian and the frightened Qin Xuan gave her a bit of resentment towards the owner of this dry character villa.

As for bringing the Tibetan Mastiff, it's just a show of prestige. After all, this Tibetan Mastiff is only three or five strong men who will feel frightened. Women also have some vicious thoughts, such as accidentally letting this Tibetan mastiff tore the vixen’s face... It’s just that the woman knows very well that this is impossible, she is not stupid enough to hurt herself, even though her family It can be regarded as either rich or expensive.

"Auntie, is this your dog?" Qin Ling quickly noticed the Tibetan mastiff, and asked curiously.

Auntie?

The woman's face turned black involuntarily, and her smile froze.

"Yes!" She gritted her teeth and uttered a word. Now she felt that the girl with a simple face in front of her didn't seem to be a good person anymore.