Why My Cultivation Method So Different？

Xue Henchou's eyes were red, and the corner of his mouth was twitching. Obviously, he was quite angry.    

Speaking of which, who wouldn't be angry if he disturbed their beautiful business?    

"It's me."    

Lang Jiuzhou and Ye Qingxuan also came to the alley. The one who attacked was Lang Jiuzhou.    

Xue Henchou looked at the source of the sound. His eyes were spitting fire. The fist in his hand made cracking sounds. He looked at Lang Jiuzhou and said, "Are you the one who disturbed my beautiful life?"    

Lang Jiuzhou laughed contemptuously, "Yes, it's me. Why? You don't accept it? "    

"I'm convinced... I'm convinced... I'm convinced, your mother!"    

Instantly, a fist full of anger smashed towards Lang Jiuzhou.    

"Good job!" Lang Jiuzhou laughed heartily, "Sword, come!"    

Following Lang Jiuzhou's call, the sword that was inserted into the ground seemed to have a spirit of its own as it instantly appeared in Lang Jiuzhou's hand.    

"Sword, rise with the wind!"    

Lang Jiuzhou shouted out loudly. A terrifying sword energy accompanied by the wind slashed towards Xue Henchou.    

For some reason, Xue Henchou felt a terrifying pressure from this sword energy, and his entire body was suppressed to the point where he couldn't even breathe.    

"Puff!"    

Xue Henchou spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at his abdomen. He had already been slashed several hundred times by the invisible blade!    

He looked at Lang Jiuzhou in disbelief and fell to the ground, unable to get up.    

Perhaps even if Xue Henchou died, he wouldn't know that the person he was fighting was one of the few Mahayana Stage warriors in the world that could be counted on one's fingers!    

Lang Jiuzhou wiped the blood off his sword and shook his head with slight dissatisfaction. "Sigh, it seems like my sword skills have regressed again. I still need a sword to deal with a Tribulation Crossing Stage warrior."    

As he spoke, he kicked Xue Henchou's corpse in complaint.    

Hearing this, the corner of Ye Qingxuan's mouth kept twitching. He really wanted to give him a punch. Tribulation Crossing Stage or scum? A sword strike? Go and fight an immortal, I'll make you forget about it.    

Ye Qingxuan suddenly remembered that there seemed to be another girl, so he came to Lan Qinghan and leaned over to comfort her. "Miss, the evil person has been taken care of by us. It's safe now. You can go home now."    

However, Lan Qinghan didn't reply. She just stared at Ye Qingxuan blankly. She covered her mouth with her hand and looked at Ye Qingxuan obsessively.    

She thought to herself that there was actually such a handsome man in this world and such a powerful follower. He must have an extraordinary identity and must be from the same family as her.    

"Miss?"    

After Ye Qingxuan asked again, Lan Qinghan finally came back to her senses.    

Lan Qinghan blinked her beautiful eyes and said with an enchanting face, "Then thank you, Young Master."    

"No problem." After saying that, she turned around and left.    

Compared to the turbid spirit, this degree of charm was like heaven and earth. If the turbid spirit was here, Ye Qingxuan really wouldn't be able to resist it.    

After all, it was a genuine demon.    

Lan Qinghan:???    

Lan Qinghan was stunned. This young master was so innocent. Didn't you say you would send me home? Could it be that I am not beautiful enough? Not charming enough?    

Right, you are not charming enough.    

"Wait!" Lan Qinghan immediately stopped Ye Qingxuan.    

Ye Qingxuan frowned. Could it be that this girl was stuttering? She only spoke now?    

"What's the matter, young lady?" Ye Qingxuan asked.    

"May I know young master's name?" Lan Qinghan twisted her small waist and asked.    

"Ye Wuchen."    

Ye Qingxuan still revealed his fake name.    

After saying that, he turned around and left with Lang Jiuzhou.    

Lan Qinghan still wanted to stop him, but he had already disappeared. She smiled sweetly and muttered, "Ye Wuchen... Ye Wuchen... What a good name... He really is a person with character."    

Bullshit, Ye Qingxuan was not a fake. Hehehe.    

...    

The two of them returned to the inn.    

Ye Qingxuan was preparing to participate in the so-called princess selection.    

It didn't matter if he could choose or not, the main thing was that it would be a waste if he didn't want the money.    

The next day.    

The sun set in the west, and the night fell.    

Ye Qingxuan and Lang Jiuzhou also came to the kingdom square.    

In a certain square in the kingdom, there were close to a thousand cultivators.    

Some of them were here to choose a son-in-law, while others were here to join in the fun and get some benefits like Ye Qingxuan and ___.    

There were also some people who came to see beauties.    

"Brother, who is the beauty that you were talking about just now?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but ask curiously.    

Although he didn't have a perverted heart, seeing so many cultivators come here just to see a beauty, one could imagine that this beauty should be very beautiful.    

"Thirty years ago, the king of Zhuolie Empire, Lan Kousheng, gave birth to a daughter called Lan Qinghan. That is a rare beauty." Someone said.    

"This girl is not only beautiful, but also has extraordinary talent in cultivation. It's said that she started cultivating when she was six years old, and now she's a Nascent Infant Stage warrior. "    

"Damn, it can't be. In just thirty years, she's already a Nascent Infant Stage warrior?"    

"Her talent is truly extraordinary."    

At this moment, many people were discussing Princess Lan Qinghan's topic at the banquet.    

Lang Jiuzhou smiled when he heard that. "Thirty years of Nascent Infant Stage, that's only so much!"    

In the past, he was also six years old, and when he was forty years old, he had reached Nascent Infant Stage.    

Although he was a few years slower than Lan Qinghan, one should know that Lan Qinghan was the princess of a country, and the resources she could get were far more than Lang Jiuzhou, who was cultivating among rogue cultivators.    

But then he said, "My young master reached the Spirit Separating Stage at the age of eighteen."    

Many people were shocked when they heard this.    

"What? Eighteen years old in the Spirit Separating Stage Realm?"    

"Keep bragging! 18 years old Spirit Separating Stage Realm, how is this possible?"    

"That's right, even if you start cultivating in your mother's womb, it's still impossible."    

"The king is only a Tribulation Crossing Stage at two hundred years old!"    

"Impossible! Even if he is, he is still the direct disciple of the number one sect in Cultivation Realm!"    

"Hiss! Are you talking about that sect and that terrifying guy?!"    

"Are you talking about Xu Feng from the Immortal Sect?"    

"If there is, only Xu Feng can be compared to him!"    

"No, no, no, there is still son of God, Ye Qingxuan."    

After all, Ye Qingxuan had not been famous for a long time. Therefore, the first person many people thought of was Xu Feng.    

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan quickly gave Lang Jiuzhou a look, signaling him not to expose himself.    

Obviously, Lang Jiuzhou was talking about him.    

But, you can just chat with him, why do you have to get involved with me?    

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan was wearing a black face cloth, covering his nose and mouth. Only his eyes were exposed.    

Even so, he still attracted the attention of many girls present.    

It couldn't be helped, he was too handsome. A face cloth couldn't block the charm that flowed out of his eyes.    

Unless, he covered his entire head.    

But even so, it was still difficult to conceal the charisma of his every move.    

"The King and Princess are out!"    

At this moment, everyone turned their gazes over.    

A man wearing a purple-gold royal robe walked out, followed by a woman in white. It was the so-called Princess Lan Qinghan.    

It was only to see that her white robe was purer than snow. She had an outstanding bearing and was incomparably enchanting.    

However, the interesting thing was that she was the same as Ye Qingxuan. Her appearance was concealed, and she wore a white veil on her face.    

Ye Qingxuan looked at her from afar, and couldn't help but frown.    

"Why do I feel that this girl looks familiar? I seem to have seen her somewhere before?"