The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

Ye Chen finally left with Senior Sister Qi.

In Tianmo City, Ye Chen left his avatar, and that avatar was pulled by Ye Chen's qi, that is to say, although Ye Chen left Tianmo Sect, every move of Tianmo Sect would be in Ye Chen's under control.

Ye Chen flew with the seventh sister Yujian.

During the flight, I saw Sister Seven in Ye Chen's arms.

Ye Chen hugged the slender waist of the seventh sister Zhao Xiyao with both hands, and then posted it on the back of the seventh sister.

"Little Junior Brother, your swordsmanship is so strong!" Sister Seven looked back at Ye Chen and said.

"Where is it, where is it comparable to you, Senior Sister Seven!" Ye Chen said with a smile.

Immediately, Senior Sister Seven blushed.

She naturally knew what Ye Chen was referring to by this 'sword control'.

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Seventh senior sister Zhao Xiyao also helped Ye Chen with his sword.

At this time, Ye Chen was a little anxious.

Senior Sister Seven felt it immediately.

"Little Junior Brother, this is above the sky!" Senior Sister Seven looked at Ye Chen with a blushing face and said.

Ye Chen smiled, and then Yu Jian went straight into the cloud.

The two are above the clouds.

I saw that under them, there were several extremely thin clouds in the sky, some as white as freshly picked cotton, and some as reddish as the color of drunkenness on the face of a beautiful woman.

The sky is exceptionally high, exceptionally blue, and the clouds are exceptionally white and soft and demure.

The clouds floated and floated on the top of the peak, as if they were dancing lightly, and they seemed to want to cover up something, adding to the mystery and confusion.

That white cloud is also empty, floating around in the clear sky, making people jealous; it seems to be just above the head, the first weight is the second weight, I really wish I could pick one and hold it in my arms!

Ye Chen embraced this Zhao Xiyao, and the two were romantically above the sky.

"Senior sister, don't you think it's more romantic above the clouds?"

"Besides, there will be no one here, why are you shy?"

At this time, Zhao Xiyao let out a coquettish anger.

"Humph! Then, cheap you kid!"

Got the tacit approval of Seventh Senior Sister.

Ye Chen couldn't be idle for a moment.

While riding his sword, he embraced Senior Sister Seven with both hands.

The two were above the clouds, while rushing on their way, while...

At this moment, Ye Chen is in the control of the sword.

Seventh Senior Sister is also riding the sword.

However, what the two of them control is not a sword.

Ye Chen controls his own sword.

The Seventh Senior Sister is controlling the little Junior Brother's sword.

In this way, the two rushed towards the Holy Land of Immortal Fate.

Ye Chen was going to visit the Holy Land of Immortal Fate first. After all, he was the patriarch of the Holy Land of Immortal Fate, so it was more convincing to go to the Ascension Conference from the Holy Land of Immortal Fate.

The Ascension Conference was held at the top of Dongyue Mountain.

At that time, all the immortal gates will definitely go there.

Just like the martial arts contest held by the Demon Sect, the quality of this Immortal Ascension Conference is not at all lower than the martial arts contest held by the Demon Sect.

The winner of this Immortal Ascension Conference will become a peer of the righteous path.

You must know that being able to lead the entire Righteous Path is no less valuable than leading the entire Heavenly Demon Sect.

Ye Chen and the seventh sister are above the flying sword.

At this time, they came to a forest.

In this forest, there are only red maple leaves everywhere.

"Little Junior Brother, look!"

Ye Chen hugged Senior Sister Qi and looked towards the mountain forest.

The sky is high and the clouds are wide, and the mountains and rivers are dyed by layers of forests. Standing on the top of the high mountain, looking at the clear sky with high sky and light clouds, and watching the maple leaves in the forest.

While walking, look at the mountains and rivers in this layer of forest, although the autumn wind is bleak, but the red maple is like a fire with a unique charm.

The maple leaves at this time are like burning flames, shining brightly in the sun, dancing in the autumn wind,

cheering, as if singing softly

At this time, the maple leaves seem to be whispering against their ears. Occasionally, there is a leaf falling with the wind, hovering in the air for a long time, as light as a beautiful girl dancing around, and like a reluctant tree. embrace.

The red maple leaves are showing the greatness of life, after the budding in spring and the storage in summer.

In this golden autumn, there is a strong passion, and the fiery red leaves are reflected in front of Ye Chen and the others.

The maple leaves reflect the frost red, the sunset is strong in the river, the maple leaves under the sunset glow red the mountains and rivers, and the brilliant red flashes the light of the sunset. Every vein on the maple leaves exudes brilliance and charming charm.

The fiery red sunset reflects the fiery maple leaves, and the flames are gorgeous and scorching. The late autumn under the sunset is no less than the blooming spring flowers.

Looking from a distance, the bright red piece looks like a blazing flame, like a burning cloud, challenging Qiuhan.

The color of maple flashes with eye-catching joy, reflecting the dazzling sunshine of the sun. Like a group of burning flames, with passion and self-confidence, looking forward to finding beauty from this splendor, looking forward to it, shining with brilliance in the eyes of amazement.

"Little Junior Brother, isn't this maple leaf very romantic!" Senior Sister Qi looked at Ye Chen and asked.

Ye Chenhuai hugged Senior Sister Qi, and then Yu Jian stopped.

"Little Junior Brother, what are you going to do?" Seventh Senior Sister asked in shock.

Ye Chen smiled and said, "This maple leaf is so beautiful, how can we not appreciate it?"

The two fell down and looked at the maple leaves all over the mountain.

At this moment, the poetry in Ye Chen's chest gradually rose.

Park and sit in love with maple trees late, frost leaves are red in February flowers!