Cross To Be The Emperor

"Miss, someone is here."

Ye Xiang sighed softly.

I saw a small bridge on the lotus pond.

A figure slowly appeared at the bridgehead, it was Qin Fan.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in blue, handsome as jade, with a slender figure and handsome face, even compared with Long Ziyang, he is not far behind.

But his strength is even more against the sky than Long Ziyang.

He was actually at the pinnacle of the Martial Emperor, exuding an indistinctly sunny aura all over his body, one would be envious just by looking at him.

Although Qin Fan is only Qin Shengze's schoolboy, he is not much higher than a handyman. However, following Qin Shengze's practice with the immortals for more than ten years, getting Qin Shengze's guidance, how can it be compared to ordinary people.

Even the arrogances of Wuzhou, and even the Son of God, have no chance of cultivation compared to him. You must know that Qin Shengze is a true immortal, and one of his advices is indirectly the advice of an immortal.

The conditions in martial arts are much better than those of the Wuzhou Tianjiao who have not lived in Wudi for three thousand years.

He smiled slightly, with a hint of arrogance. Although he was only Qin Shengze's school boy, compared to the arrogance of Wuzhou, he also had the capital to be proud.

"I've heard for a long time that Ms. Long is an arrogant figure, and she is also stunningly beautiful. When I saw her today, she really lived up to her reputation. If she was in Tianzhou, her achievements might not be comparable to that of Qin."

he said softly.

Slowly walk towards the small pavilion in the center of the lotus pond.

"Mr. Qin, please sit down and drink tea."

Long Zijun waved his hand and said in a soft voice, his words and deeds were quite in everyone's demeanor.

There is a stone table in the pavilion, and there are spiritual fruits and spiritual tea on the table.

This fruit, this tea, is much better than the Yuanling fruit that was used to entertain all the geniuses in the Thirty-Three Wei Junfeng last time.

Yuan Lingguo is just a mysterious-level spiritual thing, and this tea is the Tianxing lotus in the Tianxing lotus pond.

The fruit is Tianxing lotus seed.

The tea is Tianxing lotus seed tea.

"Then respect is worse than obedience."

Qin Fan smiled and drank the tea in one gulp, and immediately felt a strong aura go straight into his lungs. The tea made by prefecture-level spiritual beings is considered the best even in Tianzhou. And he is just Qin Shengze's book boy, so it's hard to say normally.

His opportunity to practice lies in Qin Shengze's personal guidance, as well as the exercises.

These cultivation resources, after all, are just book boys, and they won't get too much.

"Tea is good tea, but in Tianzhou, even my servants would not drink this kind of tea. Miss Long is so kind to me today, but I can't refuse."

Qin Fan said softly.

"Oh, Tianzhou is so rich?"

Long Zijun was slightly taken aback, feeling a little disdainful in his heart.

It is true that she has never been to Tianzhou, but don't forget that Kyushu was once a whole. Although there has been no news of the upper three states in the past few thousand years, everything in the upper three states is not unfamiliar to the middle three states and the lower three states.

Unless it is these thousands of years, earth-shaking changes have taken place.

Otherwise, the earth-level spirits are not mortal even in China.

And if it is true that Tianzhou is so rich that prefecture-level spirits are nothing, then Wuzhou and Wuzhou are two different worlds.

What else are you doing in Wuzhou?

With just one sentence, Long Zijun felt disdainful towards Qin Qin and didn't want to talk to him.

Although Li Hengxuan was hateful, he never said such unfounded and exaggerated words. In fact, it was precisely because Li Hengxuan was too strong in front of Long Zijun that Long Zijun loved and hated him at the same time.

"Tianzhou is now a land of fairies, and it is not the same as ordinary children like the three middle states and the lower three states. The wealth of Tianzhou is unimaginable even in Wuzhou!"

Qin Fan laughed in a low voice.

But he didn't know that just one sentence left an exaggerated impression in Long Zijun's heart.

No one can underestimate Long Zijun.

As the daughter of Longwuzhou, if you treat her as a village girl, then only you will make a fool of yourself.

At this moment, Qin Fan is a clown in Long Zijun's heart.

If it wasn't because he wanted to provoke Li Hengxuan, Long Zijun would never even see him.

Qin Fan continued: "Fortunately, Qin came to Wuzhou this time. When Miss and Qin get married, Miss Long will be able to see the prosperity of Tianzhou."

"It's not urgent, we'll talk about it later."

Long Zijun smiled, she saw Qin Fan just to express her opinion to Li Hengxuan and make Li Hengxuan give up, how could she really marry him.

"Xiang'er, add some tea."

She said calmly, she noticed that the tea in Qin Fan's cup had bottomed out.

If, as Qin Fan said, even his servants would not drink this kind of spiritual tea in Tianzhou, how could it be so?

Ye Xiang nodded.

Picking up the emerald green teapot, a stream of light green tea liquid fell from the teapot and poured into the cup accurately.

But not too much, not too little, enough to fill a teacup.

Neither overflowing nor lacking.

During this period, a faint, calming spiritual fragrance radiated out and wafted throughout the small pavilion.

The power of this aura is refreshing.

"Miss's kindness is hard to turn down, so Qin will have another drink."

Qin Fan only thought that he smiled gracefully, picked up the teacup again, and drank the spiritual tea in the cup again.

Only the real immortal Qin Shengze can only drink earth-level spiritual tea.

For Qin Fan, it is quite precious.

He thought he was very tall in front of Long Zijun, but in fact he was just a book boy. Even though I have a good talent because I practiced with Qin Shengze, and I reached the peak Martial Emperor, but after all, I have a little knowledge, and only two cups of spiritual tea revealed my true nature in front of Long Zijun.

Even Ye Xiang frowned, noticing something was wrong, and seeing Qin Fan finish his drink in one gulp, he couldn't help being puzzled.

The so-called immortals, have they never seen earth-level spirit tea? Why do you still look like you still have something to say?

People drink tea as a product, taste its taste.

And this fairy drinks tea like a cow's drink, he doesn't even taste the taste, or it's not because he doesn't know how to taste it, but because he is reluctant to taste it?

"Miss, Mr. Qin is probably thirsty, and the servants will go to prepare."

Ye Xiang bowed slightly and sighed in a low voice.

A pot of spiritual tea is only four or five small cups, and Long Zijun's cup has not yet been finished, and Qin Fan drank two cups by himself, looking like he still wants it.

According to Qin Fan's drinking method, the remaining two cups in the pot are not enough.

"No need."

Qin Fan froze for a moment, waved his hands, and seemed to realize that he was being rude, so he quickly stopped him.

He chuckled softly: "Usually Qin would not move this quality of spiritual tea, but today Miss Long's kindness is hard to refuse, so she only drank two cups at once."

"Yeah, Xiang'er doesn't need to."

Long Zijun smiled slightly, and she saved another pot.

Earth-level spirit tea is not an ordinary thing to her, but it is also a luxury to drink it alone.

She went on to say: "Young Master Qin, who is a fairy, how can he value spiritual tea of ​​this quality from my Long family?"

"Miss Long is worrying too much."

Qin Fan smiled slightly and said, "It's not that I look down upon it, it's just that the quality of this tea is far from the one I usually drink."

'Pack. '

Long Zijun smiled disdainfully.

If this is the so-called fairy, then this fairy is actually just a pussy that can't be seen on the stage.

Just out of self-cultivation, Long Zijun didn't want to expose him on the spot.

"Why don't you drink, miss?"

Qin Fan still didn't know it, and said with a smile.

"Miss, here we come."

At the same time, Ye Xiang also whispered, looking towards the bridge, another person walked slowly.

But if it wasn't Li Hengxuan who turned into the special envoy 'Han Heng', who else?

"Don't blame Mr. Qin."

Long Zijun pursed his lips and smiled, looked at Li Hengxuan over there, raised his teacup, and saluted Qin Fan.