The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

   Chapter 1688 The Humble Furnace of Noble Immortals (36)

  No one can describe the sudden change!

  Under the splendid sky, I saw the old woman withered and suddenly changed into a new look!

Obviously before, everyone thought that Su Qinghuan, the suzerain of the Tianming Sect, was extremely ugly, and the black clothes showed great ominousness. However, at this moment, the peerless beauty with flying hair and crescent eyebrows, but the same black. The clothes exuded an ethereal spirit.

   Is there really such a beautiful woman in this world?

   Obviously there is no powder on his face, but his delicate brows are like spring mountains, and his face is as white as jade. Because of the bright sunshine, it reveals the pink color of the rising sun.

   She floated in midair, her slender figure flying over the mountains like a butterfly, as if she was about to become a fairy in the next instant.

Even Ling Ruoxu, who was dressed in white and handsome in front of her, seemed to have been swept away. Everyone who saw this scene held their breath subconsciously and focused their attention on the woman in black. .

  …

  She is so beautiful.

   Fairy Bibo, who is known as the number one beauty in the world of self-cultivation, was also present, but at this moment, everyone had no intention of comparing Su Qinghuan and Fairy Bibo.

   Fairy Bibo is of course beautiful, but her beauty is like a beauty in her actions and a straight-forward beauty like a jade carving.

   In front of the young woman in black, she was very pale.

  …

  The monks were rarely confused by the appearance of the skin, but at this moment they couldn't help being in a trance. The monks of the Buddhist sect quickly put their hands together and shouted at the obsessed little disciples beside them.

   "Color is emptiness!"

  Those Buddhist disciples in Zen clothes broke free from the intense amazement. They bowed their heads in shame, silently reciting the Buddha's name and sticking to the Qingming of the Spiritual Platform.

   Otherwise, their practice in the past few decades or even hundreds of years will probably be in vain, and they will simply return to the vulgarity.

   And those cultivators who were standing near the Buddhist sect also regained consciousness one after another through the power of the Buddha's elder Buddha name.

  Some of them tried to raise their eyes to see if Su Qinghuan's face at the moment was an illusion, but once they stared a few more times, they felt like they were confused by the woman.

   Even if her eyes didn't swept to them, even if she didn't apply any makeup or her hair was neatly pulled back, her cold and dazzling beauty was still too shocking to people's hearts.

   She doesn't have to do anything, just standing there can turn all beings upside down and make the world her servants.

   Crazy for her, sinking for her.

  …

With the shattering of the phantom face beads, the spirit treasure that the little fox originally used to cover up the mysterious body also suffered a certain impact. Although Su Qinghuan had stabilized as soon as possible, the monks with Nascent Soul cultivation base were still able to detect her presence. The breath of the mysterious body revealed in an instant.

   The sect master of the Xuanqing Sect, who had been watching the battle while standing in the audience, suddenly realized why Su Qinghuan could be so easily heartbroken.

   The immortal uncle Mei pinched his fingers and sighed.

   "Unexpectedly, Sect Master Su turned out to be the Xuanyin Furnace Cauldron who was born during the yin year, the yin moon, the yin sun, and the yin day."

   "It turned out to be her?! Is that the mortal cauldron that the Qin family in Jiangbei was going to dedicate to Immortal Lord Ruoxu?"

   "So, the death of the young master of the Qin family is also related to Sect Master Su?"

   Everyone was stunned for a while.

  Someone who has heard the inside story suddenly made a clear outline of the story. They were watching the god-like man and woman fighting in the air, and suddenly there was a sense of sigh of good fortune.

   "I once heard that the mortal furnace cauldron of the Qin family was originally the daughter of a close friend of the Qin family. It seems that her surname is also Su, but her parents died.

"But who would have thought that the ruthless and ruthless Sect Master Su was once the humble mortal cauldron? Moreover, Sect Master Su seems to have awakened the memory of her previous life. If she could meet Immortal Venerable Ruoxu sooner, maybe the two of them would have woken up earlier. It's a story, right?"

The world of comprehension admires the strong most, and everyone has a love for beauty. At this moment, everyone sees that Su Qinghuan's cultivation is so powerful, and her appearance is even more stunning. A big turn.

   Some people even sighed, Su Qinghuan and Ruoxu Xianzun are such a good match, and they have a previous fate, why can't they reconcile, and have to make such a life and death order?

  …

  Little Fox and Ling Ruoxu were on the high platform, but the two of them still refused to give in to each other, and they had to fight to the death.

  Ling Ruoxu is an unborn genius after all. He has been in the Nascent Soul for a long time. Unlike Su Qinghuan who has just broken the pill, he is not only a little higher than Su Qinghuan, but he is also more familiar with the mobilization of spiritual energy.

   Even if the little fox spirit is stronger than Ling Ruoxu, at this moment the two are not fighting with spirits, but relying on their body cultivation.

  Su Qinghuan gradually showed some signs of weakness.

   Sweat dripped from her forehead,

  Su Qinghuan could even feel that, with the competition platform as the boundary, the temperature in the middle was rising steadily.

   "Qing Huan, admit defeat."

   Ling Ruoxu, who was dressed in white, looked at her indifferently, it was clear that the competition stage was as fierce as fire, but Ling Ruoxu's robe was not stained with even a drop of sweat.

   Seeing Ling Ruoxu's hypocritical expression, Su Qinghuan laughed loudly.

  For ordinary women to make such an insolent smile, I am afraid that they are already full of ugliness, but Su Qinghuan is not. There are faint blood marks on her lips. At this moment, such an indulgent smile is only a little more unspeakable.

   "Let me admit defeat? Unless you die!"

   When the aura of an ordinary cultivator was about to be exhausted, he was afraid that he could not even lift the spirit sword, but Su Qinghuan was not.

   It was obvious that the end of the road was approaching, but it also brought out the glorious power. Ling Ruoxu couldn't avoid it, and the jade crown was instantly split by Su Qinghuan's sword, and a few strands of hair fell.

  Ling Ruoxu's flawless handsome face left a scary bloodstain.

Since entering into Nascent Soul, Immortal Venerable White has not been injured because of fighting for a long time, not to mention Su Qinghuan who is in the first stage of Nascent Soul, and even the Sect Master of Xuanqing Sect in the later stage of Nascent Soul, he can't get it on Ling Ruoxu's side. Half a cent!

  …

   In this world, how could there be such a woman as Su Qinghuan who was born to be rebellious? !

  Ling Ruoxu stared at the person in front of him with a face that was five or six similar to the childhood sweetheart in his previous life. He had no doubt that he would drag on with Su Qinghuan again, but he was afraid that Su Qinghuan would rather die with him if Yuan Ying blew himself up.

  Ling Ruoxu stretched out his slender hand in disbelief. He brushed over the bloodstain on his cheek. The scar didn't seem deep, but it was attached to Su Qinghuan's water system spiritual power.

   The supposedly warm water-type spiritual power was so violently compressed by Su Qinghuan that Ling Ruoxu couldn't bear it.

   "You actually hurt me?!"

   (end of this chapter)