The Western Jin Dynasty was powerful and powerful, dominating one side and surpassing other countries in strength.
Among the Seven Kingdoms, it is an unshakable existence.
Once the identity of the new Emperor Fengqi's immortal cultivator was exposed, the six kingdoms were shocked.
The royal families of various countries are more or less connected with the world of cultivating immortals and understand the strength of the hundreds of families of immortals.
The Kunlun School is one of the three sects of immortality, and the royal families of all countries are afraid of it.
If the new emperor of Fengqi wants to rule the world, with the backing of the Kunlun faction, it is not impossible to crush all countries and achieve great things.
Xuanyuan Li, the crown prince of the Western Jin Dynasty, is sitting directly opposite to a group of immortal masters.
Ye Kongming's playful laughter was clearly heard.
"Brother, that mouth is open, talking nonsense, it's really hateful."
Accompanying Xuanyuan Li to Liyang to participate in the grand ceremony, the eldest princess of the Western Jin Dynasty, Xuanyuan Qing glared at Ye Kongming with beautiful eyes.
"Qing'er, don't be rude."
Xuanyuan Li was startled, scolded her coldly, and gave her a silent look.
"snort."
Xuanyuan Qing was still unconvinced, she puffed her cheeks and glared at each other.
"Brother, speak carefully."
Immortal cultivators have sharp eyes and ears, and the conversation between Xuanyuan Li and Xuanyuan Qing was transmitted to the ears of the senior brothers and sisters word by word.
Lin Qingluo helplessly supported his forehead.
Senior brother's ability to pull hatred is really too strong.
The senior brother just said, what can she do to me?
Ye Kongming sent voice through his mind, blinked his eyelids, laughed wantonly, and wrote the words "disdainful" on his face brightly.
"Hey."
Lin Qingluo smiled helplessly, ignoring the brother's jokes.
"Qingyu, come here, and thank you benefactor."
Pei Huang motioned for his disciples to send congratulatory gifts, beckoned, and called his son to him.
"What are you doing? Get up."
How could Lin Qingluo accept his great gift? With a wave of his right hand, a soft spiritual force lifted him up.
"Miss Lin is Qingyu's lifesaver, so she should kowtow."
Pei Qingyu sincerely thanked her with **** eyes flashing brightly.
"My girl saved you because of God's will in the dark."
Lin Qingluo's eyes flickered when he thought of the Jinghong Sword Spirit, and he felt guilty.
"God's will?"
Pei Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, staring at the valiant little girl, his ears blushed suspiciously.
"Young Sovereign looks pretty good."
Lin Qingluo didn't care about the young man's small thoughts, and smiled warmly: "I have also grown a lot taller."
Pei Qingyu took a breath, and the smile froze on his face.
The size is flawed!
He was stunted since he was a child, and at the age of fourteen, he was much shorter than ordinary people.
With red lips and white teeth, Yuxue's cute little appearance, at first glance, looks like a child of seven or eight years old.
"Boy, it's okay to grow up later."
Lin Qingluo had a keen mind, and saw his fleeting little disappointment, and smiled and comforted: "Eat more calcium-rich foods, exercise more, and you will grow taller soon."
"Um."
Pei Qingyu's eyes lit up, showing obvious joy.
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"Seniors, it's getting late, and the dinner can begin."
Lin Jinyun walked in from outside the main hall, facing the crowd of immortal masters, gracefully and calmly, he bowed his hands together.
"Hahaha, good."
Ye Kongming was in a good mood, looking at the graceful back with admiration, and smiled wantonly.
Pavilion Master Fengyue gave him a sideways look, and felt sour again.
Another good seed was snatched away by the Kunlun faction.