Why My Cultivation Method So Different？

He looked at Ning Zixun with a confused expression.    

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan had woken up, Ning Zixun stepped forward and said urgently, "Senior brother, the Holy Son Ceremony has already begun. If you don't go now, it will be too late!"    

Ye Qingxuan blinked his eyes after hearing this. He was extremely confused. Damn it, wasn't the last Holy Son Ceremony only held a few years ago?    

Why was it held again?    

Ning Zixun seemed to have heard the doubt in Ye Qingxuan's heart and explained,    

"Senior Brother Qingxuan, actually, the Saint's Ceremony this time was also a sudden event. After all, Luotian Sect Master wants the geniuses from the other four provinces to join as well."    

Ye Qingxuan exhaled a breath of air and stood up slowly. "Alright, I got it."    

His body kept trembling, and the excitement in his heart was suddenly born. Damn it! I'm finally going to ask for the name of this Son of God!    

Oh heavens! Oh earth! You've finally opened your eyes!    

Finally, there was no need to wear a veil!    

In Ning Zixun's eyes, Ye Qingxuan's excited expression was an incomparably lonely back view.    

Ning Zixun's heart was somewhat clogged. Looking at her senior brother's lonely back view, she felt that she had done something wrong.    

A sense of shame rose in her heart. Will senior brother ignore me in the future? Will he take me in as a concubine? From now on, I will enter the Cold Palace and not see the light of day? If Senior Brother can forgive me, I'll do anything.    

Then... That's fine too.    

When she thought of this, Ning Zixun's face instantly turned red.    

"That... Zixun." Ye Qingxuan patted Ning Zixun's shoulder.    

"Ah! Senior Brother Ye, I can do it. "    

Ning Zixun immediately called out.    

Ye Qingxuan's movements froze. No... I will let you carry me for a while. The demonic aura on the white tiger's body is too heavy, I am afraid it will cause discomfort.    

"That... Zixun, can you give me a ride?"    

Ye Qingxuan asked.    

Ning Zixun realized that she had lost control of herself and her face turned even redder. She nodded slightly.    

Her shy little face and her pink earlobes were already ripe.    

Ye Qingxuan could not help but be somewhat fascinated. He shook his head and did not think about that matter. However, his eyes still unconsciously looked towards Ning Zixun's earlobe.    

This little earlobe was like a cherry, making people have a desire to eat it.    

Ye Qingxuan patted his face. He had been cursing himself in his heart. Damn it, Ye Qingxuan, Ye Qingxuan, when did you become so weak?    

You didn't even let go of an earlobe? Are you still human?    

"Cough cough, Zixun, let's not delay any longer and set off."    

Ye Qingxuan immediately made a request. He had no choice but to go so early because he was afraid. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself if he was not careful.    

"Ah? Oh, okay."    

Ning Zixun also recovered her senses.    

" Disciple! Don't leave yet!"    

Right at this moment, Venerable Lightless flew over on his sword and landed in Ancestral Spirit Mountain.    

He hurriedly came in front of Ye Qingxuan and passed him a sword manual. He smiled and said, "Disciple, this is the sword manual that shocked the Jianghu all those years ago. Now, I will teach it to you. I hope you can cherish it."    

Ye Qingxuan took the sword manual and looked at it with his head lowered. The corner of his mouth twitched. Wasn't this the basic sword technique of Qingyun Sect?!    

He raised his head and looked at Venerable Phaseless. Venerable Phaseless smiled embarrassedly and said, Master, this is the basic sword technique of ___." Cough cough, Qingxuan... Actually, the last page of Qingyun's sword technique is still very powerful."    

Venerable Phaseless said in a serious manner.    

The corner of Ye Qingxuan's mouth twitched. What the f * ck! If I hadn't seen the sect disciples use this sword manual in a martial arts competition and lose all of their underpants, I would have believed it.    

However, Ye Qingxuan still pretended to be grateful and said, "Thank you, Master, for your gift."    

"No thanks, no thanks. Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."    

After saying that, he disappeared like a wisp of smoke.    

Ye Qingxuan was speechless. Even if you cheated your disciple, you wouldn't do such a thing.    

I want to see how superb the sword technique of the Qingyun is!    

Therefore, Ye Qingxuan flipped open the sword technique of the Qingyun and walked step by step according to the content of the sword technique.    

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and connected the moves very well.    

It was nothing. The main reason was to show off.    

The sword wind blew Ye Qingxuan's clothes, causing them to flutter in the wind.    

Each and every move seemed to have merged with nature.    

Combined with Ye Qingxuan's immortal aura, he looked like an immortal who had descended to the mortal world.    

At this time, an old Taoist in white clothes slowly landed in Ancestral Spirit Mountain.    

The white-clothed old Daoist looked at Ye Qingxuan with a surprised expression. He thought to himself, 'There is actually such a celestial being in this world!'    

This person was none other than the world's number one Daoist Qingxu. This time, he was here to oversee the West Region.    

Coincidentally, he passed by the Qingyun Holy Land along the way. He had heard of the Qingyun Holy Land before. It was a place where Saints were nurtured.    

Therefore, he couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart and wanted to find out what was going on. Coincidentally, he had arrived at the Ancestral Spirit Mountain and just happened to see Ye Qingxuan riding his sword.    

This made him incomparably certain that this person was definitely not a Saint!    

Right at this moment, Ye Qingxuan stopped swinging his sword.    

Boom!    

Explosions sounded in the sky.    

Daoist Qingxu raised his head.    

He saw that the sky above the sect was dark and full of dark clouds.    

Lightning dragons were surging within the dark clouds, as if they were waiting.    

Ning Zixun's expression was calm. She was already used to this kind of scene.    

On the other hand, Daoist Qingxu's reaction was explosive.    

What the heck!    

This was a f * cking dragon!    

Daoist Qingxu was shocked. The Dragon Clan was born with pride. The person who attracted him must be a peerless God's favored. The most important thing was that the Dragon Clan had already been destroyed!    

At this moment.    

Sudden Thrust!    

Ye Qingxuan thrust his sword forward.    

It was such a simple strike.    

Daoist Qingxu saw a strong wind surrounding the sword and rushing forward.    

The lightning dragon in the sky was also drawn down.    

Immortal!    

A very appropriate name appeared in Daoist Qingxu's mind.    

He drew his sword!    

After the sword was drawn, the thunder dragon and sword aura also surrounded him.    

Ye Qingxuan knew that this f * cking special effect had appeared again.    

What the f * ck!    

Daoist Qingxu was scared silly once again.    

This was the f * cking sword rhythm!    

It was something that could only be triggered by the immortal of the sword! In other words... this is a f * cking sword immortal!!    

A small Cultivation Realm is actually so full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons!    

Daoist Qingxu felt that his worldview was about to be overturned. He had cultivated the Sword Dao for his entire life and had not even reached the realm of One with the Sword. This made Daoist Qingxu have an impulse to acknowledge him as his master.    

Ye Qingxuan kept the sword into the sword bridge and looked up at the sky. He slowly spat out the words that made people want to hit him, "Ai, so weak..."    

Hearing this, Daoist Qingxu almost spat out a mouthful of blood. This was called weak. Then my life of cultivation will be in vain.    

This was not being modest. This sword technique was really weak, and the special effect that appeared was not particularly spectacular.    

The Dragon Fist and the Eight View Palace Lantern are still reliable. Everything else is just floating clouds.    

Thus, he wanted to leave. But at this moment, Ye Qingxuan saw the dumbfounded Daoist Qingxu.    

It just so happened that Daoist Qingxu was also looking at him. The two of them looked at each other.    

Suddenly, Daoist Qingxu came in front of Ye Qingxuan and kneeled down. "Disciple Qingxu greets master!"    

Ye Qingxuan:???    

Ning Zixun was confused.    

"F * ck!"    

Lang Jiuzhou, who was passing by, was so shocked that he almost rushed up to the clouds.    

F * ck!    

This was Qingxu!    

He was truly the number one under the heavens!    

Although he was on par with Daoist Qingxu, Daoist Qingxu was the strongest expert that they all agreed on.    

He was worthy of being called the number one under the heavens!    

But now, he was kneeling in front of Ye Qingxuan. Why wasn't he surprised?     2