Chapter 312 The Demon Lord lurking in the Immortal Sect is a fool 3

In less than half an hour, Elder Whitebeard and the leader brought the group of disciples who bullied Song Xun to Kong Qing's Yunshang Palace.

Looking at the trembling young disciples kneeling in front of him, Kong Qing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with an indifferent smile on his face.

Soon, her eyes were attracted by the young man standing next to the leader.

The man's face was like a crown jade, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Every feature was perfect, and he looked like Yu Yanchi's handsome face of a gentleman and a scumbag.

But he is more like the ancient version of Yu Yanchi, dressed in white clothes that beat the snow, and his narrow eyes are like gurgling spring water, as warm and moist as the spring breeze.

He always lowered his head, not daring to peek into the faces of his ancestors who were in high positions.

Kong Qing blinked subconsciously and learned his identity from the jade plaque hanging on his waist.

Ming Qing, the most important disciple of the Immortal Sect and the proud disciple of the leader Ye Ping.

In the original plot, he was the first disciple of the Immortal Sect that Song Xun killed. He was directly pierced by thousands of swords and his death was extremely tragic.

Oh.

Looking at his face that resembled Yu Yanchi, Kong Qing instantly guessed his identity: "Tsk, he is the Bai Yuan of this world, right?"

When she directly called Bai Yuan by his first name, the system's eyelids jumped in fright: [Yes...]

He wanted to remind him loudly, but his courage did not allow him to do so.

"Okay~" Kong Qing nodded, holding his chin with one hand, listening lazily to the answer given by the white-bearded elder.

When he finished speaking, Kong Qing didn't say a word, and all the Xianmen disciples kneeling on the ground suddenly vomited blood and died.

The incident happened suddenly, and everyone was shocked and looked at the immortal disciples who had lost all breath in disbelief.

Behind them, Song Xun quietly curled his lips, a dark light of pleasure flashing in his brown pupils.

Look, you will have to pay a heavy price sooner or later...

Ignoring their frightened expressions, Kong Qing lightly opened her red lips: "People with despicable nature are not worthy of being my disciples."

Her cold and ethereal voice echoed melodiously in the majestic hall. Although it had no waves, it carried an undeniable pressure.

Ye Ping's eyes darkened, and he immediately raised his hands and knelt down: "Ancestor is wise."

After him, Mingqing also knelt down and said, "Ancestor is wise."

Mingqing's voice is as gentle as his name, like a noble son's voice, deep and pleasant to the ear.

Kong Qing was very satisfied and looked at him with undisguised eyes: "Ming Qing?"

When she heard her calling him, Mingqing immediately responded respectfully: "Disciple is here."

He always lowered his eyes, his black hair was combed with a crown, and he had a snow-white jade hairpin in his hair. His whole body exuded a sense of elegance and Taoism.

After only looking at it for a few seconds, Kong Qing withdrew his gaze: "He is born with immortal bones and has good qualifications."

Hearing this, Ye Ping immediately smiled and said: "Aqing's qualifications are indeed good. He is already a golden elixir at the age of twenty, and is one of the most outstanding disciples in the sect."

Reaching the golden elixir stage at the age of only twenty may not be enough to be seen in front of Kong Qing, but in the eyes of others, he is simply a rare genius.

Kong Qing nodded and continued to say lazily and calmly: "Anyway, I have been released from seclusion. Ming Qing, are you willing to worship me as your master and become the first disciple of my Yunshang Palace?"

As soon as these words came out, the other elders were all extremely shocked, and their eyes turned hot when they looked at Ming Qing.

You know, for thousands of years, Kong Qing has always refused to accept a disciple, and this time he actually offered to accept Ming Qing as his disciple!

They were even happier than Mingqing himself, and they quickly agreed on his behalf: "Mingqing has excellent qualifications, and it is the most suitable thing for him to serve as my ancestor!"

"Yes, Mingqing has already reached the golden elixir stage after only ten years of entry. If you can worship the ancestor, I believe that it won't take long for you to become the second Mahayana person in our sect!"

"Quick, quick, quick, nephew Mingqing, why don't you come over and pay homage to our ancestor!"

Each of them urged Mingqing to become a disciple quickly.

Mingqing did not hesitate, stood up, walked forward a few steps, and then knelt down to Kong Qing: "Master, please accept my disciple's obeisance!"

After saying that, he kowtowed three times, and his forehead, which was originally as bright as white jade, suddenly became red, swollen and oozing blood.

However, she was instantly cured by Kong Qing's magic. Her expression was still neither sad nor happy, but the corners of her lips raised a small arc: "Yeah."

As she did, a silver-white long sword that exuded powerful spiritual power suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of Mingqing.

Kong Qing: "Take it, consider it as a meeting gift from my master."

Mingqing's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he knew its identity.

Noticing his expression, Kong Qing subconsciously curled her lips.

He is indeed the incarnation of Bai Yuan, he is so knowledgeable.

At the same time, Mingqing's heart was already in turmoil.

Because this sword is the legendary ancient sword, Ling!

This divine sword originated from ancient times. It already had a spirit called Ling. It has always been the dream of countless swordsmen!

Trying his best to suppress the joy in his heart, Mingqing immediately kowtowed heavily again: "My disciple, thank you Master!"

Kong Qing nodded lightly and said, "Yeah."

Although he didn't recognize this sword, Ye Ping still showed a look of relief.

He was indeed his most proud disciple, he just had the ability!

The other elders began to congratulate Ming Qing one after another, completely unaware of Song Xun who was ignored in the corner.

Although he was only twelve or thirteen years old, there was an extremely cruel dark light rolling in his eyes, and the fists hidden in his clothes were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to crush the air.

He was envious and angry at the same time. How come Mingqing had such achievements at such a young age, but he was reduced to this situation.

Obviously, the master praised him for his extraordinary talent and that he was the only one who could compare with Ming Qing!

Just when everyone was immersed in the joy of Ming Qing becoming Kong Qing's first disciple, Kong Qing, who was sitting in a high position, spoke again: "Song Xun."

She suddenly called Song Xun's name.

Hearing this, Song Xun immediately crawled out of the crowd and replied: "Disciple Song Xun, I have met our ancestor!"

Compared to before, he was no longer very scared. When he knelt on the ground, his shoulders were only shaking slightly.

Kong Qing stared at him expressionlessly and accurately stated what was wrong with his body: "Your qualifications are pretty good, but because of the blocked meridians, you are unable to gather your energy and concentrate, so you have been unable to build the foundation."

Song Xun's body was very strange. If it weren't for a boss of Kong Qing's level, he wouldn't be able to see the problem inside his body.

Knowing that his qualifications were indeed very good, Song Xun became excited and looked up at her expectantly: "Excuse me, ancestor, how can this disciple open up the blocked meridians?!"

Perhaps he was so excited that he forgot his fear and actually dared to face Kong Qing, which frightened the white-bearded elder to take a deep breath.

Kong Qing didn't care about this, and stared at him calmly with her gleaming beautiful eyes: "You are willing to worship me as your teacher together with Ming Qing, and I will find a way to open your meridians for you."

Song Xun obviously didn't expect Kong Qing to say such words, and was stunned on the spot. If it weren't for the urgent voice of the white-bearded elder coming from behind, he might not have been able to recover for a long time.

Elder Whitebeard: "He must be willing! Song Xun, why don't you come over and pay homage to the ancestor!"
Chapter completed!