After my Taoist partner was destroyed, the fairy who coveted me took action

Outside the door is Fairy Fan Ya, the special envoy of the Yin-Yang Holy Land!

Pei Yuhan swallowed subconsciously, and his Adam's apple, full of masculine charm, rolled up and down.

This Fan Ya...what does she want to do by coming to me at this time?

Is it possible that my identity has been exposed?! Master's magical power has failed!

Pei Yuhan was undecided and stood there stiffly for a moment, silent.

dong dong——

The person outside the door did not leave because of the silence inside. He still knocked on the door twice with moderate force.

Pei Yuhan guessed that the other party would not leave easily, so he prepared to speak and test it.

"Fairy Fan, Pei was just meditating and didn't notice anyone approaching. Please forgive me."

"Exilian Pei Jian, you are too polite. I am sorry for interrupting you so suddenly."

You know it's rude, but why did you still come here?

Pei Yuhan complained in his heart while circulating his spiritual energy to calm his blood.

Even though Fan Ya's tone outside the door was calm and her words were healthy, she still carried an alluring charm that could make even an impotent man feel aroused and aroused.

This is the horror of practicing the way of blending yin and yang and reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul realm. Currently, Pei Yuhan's cultivation has plummeted and he only has the strength of the early Nascent Soul. Facing such alluring charm, even if he has an incomparably tenacious sword heart, he cannot keep his mind free of distracting thoughts.

Perhaps seeing Pei Yuhan's silence, Fan Ya outside the door took the initiative to speak:

"Pei Jianxian, can you let me in and talk?"

Come in? What are you doing here...

"I have important matters concerning the Holy Land that I need to discuss with the Sword Immortal. Please open the door, Sword Immortal."

Pei Yuhan frowned slightly, but thinking that since it was an important matter for the two major sects, it would be inappropriate for him to keep the door open. In the end, he mobilized his spiritual energy and unlocked the restriction on the door.

Fan Ya had a faint smile on her pink face. When the door opened, her beautiful eyes immediately locked onto the handsome swordsman with black hair and white clothes not far away.

Pei Yuhan sensed the impure gaze and felt very unhappy. He flicked his finger and a piece of white spiritual gauze flew out from the mustard seed ring.

A spiritual gauze that could block the prying eyes of spiritual consciousness surrounded Pei Yuhan and the bed behind him.

When Fan Ya saw Pei Yuhan suddenly do this, she realized that it was her uncontrolled gaze that startled this handsome swordsman, and she suddenly felt angry.

Really, it should be the men who can't help looking at themselves, why is it the other way around today?

It's all because of this pure and cool swordsman, it makes people feel too hot...

"Fairy Fan Ya, please talk about business."

Seeing that Fan Ya had been silent since she came in, Pei Yuhan took the initiative to speak.

Fan Ya nodded, her demeanor changed quickly, becoming businesslike, and she took out various documents and began to discuss with Pei Yuhan.

Seeing that Fan Ya was talking about serious matters, Pei Yuhan also patiently talked to her.

About half an hour passed before Fan Ya put away the paper in front of her, stood up, bowed and said:

"Thank you so much, Pei Jianxian, for answering my doubts. Without Pei Jianxian's introduction to Xuanyuan Dao Sect, the alliance between the two sects might have been delayed for a long time."

"It's my job."

The figure meditating in the white gauze waved his hand casually, as if ordering someone to leave.

But Fan Ya seemed not to understand and continued standing there.

After a few seconds of silence, Pei Yuhan asked, "Fairy Fan Ya, do you have anything else to say?"

Fan Ya chuckled and shook her head, looking at the figure sitting in the white gauze, her beautiful eyes flickering with pink luster.

"Pei Jianxian, I have finished talking about my affairs."

"but--

Our sect's Saint Lady has something else to say."

Chapter 11 I finally found you, Xiaohan

Her Royal Highness the Saint...? !

When Pei Yuhan heard this familiar name, he was stunned at first, and then he felt a chill running from his tailbone to his forehead, and even the evil yang fire in his body wilted.

After all, compared to Ye Liyuan who always avoided the evil yang's anger, the gluttonous saint in those days liked to use her mouths to suppress the evil yang's anger the most.

Pei Yuhan silently held the Thousand Miles Teleportation Talisman in his palm and said in a calm tone:

"Your Highness the Saint? Is she the Saint from your sect who has been in seclusion for seventy years?"

“But Pei did not receive any news about Her Highness the Saint on the list of envoys from your sect issued by Xuanyuan Dao Sect?

A great figure like the Saint Lady secretly joining your sect's delegation is a bit of an underestimation of our Dao Sect's prestige!"

A chilling sword energy emanated from the white gauze curtain, and the temperature in the room seemed to have suddenly changed from the comfortable beginning of spring to the harsh winter. The white frost and snow woven by the sword energy instantly covered Fan Ya within three meters of his body, ready to take him down at any time.

Faced with this situation, Fan Ya still had a decent smile on her face. She no longer looked at Pei Yuhan in the white veil, but bowed slightly towards the open door, apparently in a salute.

It seems like someone important is about to arrive.

.........

In the floating demon lotus of the Yin-Yang Holy Land's special envoys.

The fairies who had just dressed up neatly outside were now lying there in casual and even vulgar movements, not caring at all about their sudden exposure.

"Well, Pei Jianxian didn't show up today. I wanted to see if he was as charming and handsome as the rumors said."

"Yeah, that's a real bummer."

Yan Yaoyao swung the fan in her hand in boredom, not knowing whether she was angry at not seeing Pei Jianxian's heroic figure, or angry at not seizing the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"What do you think, if we could draw the essence from that sword immortal once, how much would our cultivation level increase?" Suddenly a female cultivator began to fantasize.

“Generally speaking, male cultivators who practice cold-attributed Taoism cannot absorb as much Yang energy as cultivators who practice thunder and fire.

But that sword immortal is so handsome, his bones must be in harmony with the rhythm of the Heavenly Dao, plus his spotless and pure sword body...hiss~he is definitely the best dual cultivation partner!"

"Exquisite... You said Pei Jianxian's Taoist partner is almost useless now. Do we have a chance to hook up with him?"

"Are you overthinking this, little slut?

There are probably countless female cultivators who like Pei Jianxian in Xuanyuan Dao Sect alone. Unless we force our way into her, Pei Jianxian would start with Xuanyuan Dao Sect if he really wants to flirt with her. How could he be interested in a group of women like us who practice the Yin-Yang Dao?"

"Hmph, I think you are the one with short-sightedness. Only ignorant teenagers who have never eaten meat and young scholars would like those fairies who pretend to be dignified and noble. Mature men still like coquettish witches the most~!" Yan Yaoyao suddenly laughed.

"Then if you have the guts, go and flirt with Pei Jianxian and see if he can chop you down with his sword."

"Go ahead, and when we get along, don't beg me to give you a sip of soup!"

The female cultivators were arguing, not noticing the murderous intent in the eyes of a chores disciple named "Shui'er" in the corner.

Suddenly, Shui'er sensed something. A brilliant smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. With the help of some magic weapon to conceal her aura, she swaggered away in front of many Nascent Soul cultivators.

…………

Tread-

A female cultivator dressed in simple chores uniform walked into Pei Jianxian's dormitory with leisurely steps. Her unhurried steps were like a tiger patrolling its territory.

"Your Highness the Saint."

Fan Ya saluted to the errand disciple in a very humble manner.

Shui'er glanced at Fan Ya and saw the irrepressible pink glow in her eyes, and her face became a little gloomy.

"Are you lusting after my things?"

"........."

"You go out first. I will punish you with the Six Desires Whip tonight."

After hearing about the "Six Desires Indulgence Whip", Fan Ya's legs couldn't help but tremble and a look of fear appeared on her face.

But she didn't dare to disobey Shui'er's order at this time, so she retreated directly.

By the way, he also helped Shui'er and Pei Yuhan close the door and set up an absolute soundproofing ban.

At this time, Pei Yuhan and Shui'er were the only ones left in the room.

Shui'er was the first to break the strange silence. She cancelled the disguise spell on her face and revealed her true face.

Her long, slightly curly black hair fell to her snake-like waist, and her fox-like, narrow, burgundy eyes narrowed into thin lines, revealing an incomparable charm as if they could speak.

Compared to the expressionless fox girl Bai Jingjing, she is ten thousand times more feminine, as if she is the peerless fox demon who enchants everyone and turns the world upside down.

Shang Miaoyan moved her slightly fleshy yet slender legs in a seductive cat-like manner, walking towards Pei Yuhan step by step. Her smooth feet with perfect sexy shapes stepped on the floor, but were spotless.

She stretched out her hand as if she wanted to lift the white veil and see with her own eyes the man she had been thinking about for more than four hundred and thirty-eight thousand hours.

In an instant, a desolate sword sound was heard from the white gauze.

The chilling sword energy crisscrossed and transformed into a spider-web-like dense network of threads, surrounding Shang Miaoyan. As long as she moved slightly and triggered a sword energy thread, the dense sword energy network would be completely closed.

Faced with this crisis, Shang Miaoyan remained calm and chuckled:

"How could a Hanyang Sword Immortal of Xuanyuan Dao Sect be so afraid of a weak woman like me?"

Pei Yuhan did not respond to Shang Miaoyan's words, but asked in a cold voice: "Are you really the Saintess of Yin Yang Holy Land? I heard that the Saintess entered the Nascent Soul stage a hundred years ago. Now that a hundred years have passed, her strength must be at least above the Spiritualization stage."

"Why is your aura not even as good as a normal Nascent Soul?"

Shang Miaoyan did not explain this. Her charming, narrow fox eyes stared at the figure meditating in the white gauze, full of infatuation.

"Xiaohan, are you concerned about me?"

"I don't even know you."

"Really? Then what's with the marks on my body?"

There was a magic weapon on Shang Miaoyan's waist that was shining brightly, and the sword energy threads wrapped around her were melting like ice and snow in the sun.

After resuming her movement, Shang Miaoyan put her hands on her waist, untied them gently, and then pulled, and the errand disciple's clothes fell to the ground smoothly.

"Shame on you! What do you want to do?!"

When Pei Yuhan saw Shang Miaoyan suddenly take off her clothes, his heart tightened and he subconsciously held the phone in his hand.