Chapter 421 Xiaoyu Xianguan, Are You Jealous of My Talent?

Zifangyun Palace is the residence of the Queen of Heaven. It is magnificent and magnificent. From the outside, there are three palaces on the left, middle and right inside.

The main hall is the guest hall, and the left and right are the sleeping hall and the monastery.

Among them, the pavilion and corridor are the most beautiful scenery of Zifangyun Palace. Here you can overlook the fairy mountains and sea of ​​clouds, and overlook the wonders of the world.

Suddenly, a silent black light quickly flew into the reception hall.

At this moment, there was only Tu Yao with a cold face in the hall, sitting high on the main seat. A hooded man in black robe suddenly appeared below, with a silver mask covering less than half of his face.

"Reporting to the Queen of Heaven, Xuanji Palace is as usual. Except for necessary visits, Ye Shen has been staying in the palace and has never gone out. She just recently accepted a little demon as an immortal attendant."

Tuyao snorted coldly:

"Sure enough, he has not changed his wilderness habits and just likes to be with monsters."

The man in black robe continued:

"After returning to the court after winning the battle under the Fire God Temple, he went to the Xuanji Palace not long ago, where he seemed to have tea and reminisce about the past."

A hint of helplessness flashed in Tu Yao's eyes:

"This silly kid doesn't know what thief calls out to catch thief. Why is there no doubt in his heart that such a coincidence happened?"

Her phoenix eyes were cold:

"I don't even know that I am a wolf now. If I hadn't planned for him, I would have given up the position of Emperor of Heaven without even knowing it."

"You should keep an eye on Runyu. If there is any trouble, report it immediately."

"yes."

After the man in black robe finished speaking, he turned into black smoke and disappeared from the place.

Three months later.

Xuanji Palace, in the back garden.

"Xiaoyu Xianhuan, can you believe it? During this period of time, my cultivation has been vigorously improved, and the spiritual power in my body has been increasing."

"Compared with the past, the speed of cultivation is completely different. The progress is more than ten times faster. In a few months, not only has the cultivation level improved to a large level, but also eight to nine hundred years of spiritual power have been increased."

"My magical skills that were sometimes effective and sometimes ineffective are now extremely sophisticated."

Jin Mi excitedly grabbed Yang Jiao's sleeve:

"Also, and Xiaoyu Xianhuan, since you unlocked that seal of mine, haven't there been a lot of exercises in my mind? The water-based exercises you asked me to take before, I have almost become small now. It’s done.”

"I believe that after I have completed my skills, not only will my spiritual power reach three thousand years, but my cultivation level will also come naturally, and I will truly become an immortal."

"Furthermore, I can master many of the water magic techniques you taught me during this period, and I can master them as soon as I practice them."

“To this day, I know what the joy of practice is.”

When she said this, she couldn't help but fall into narcissism, shook her head and said:

"Hahaha, I never expected that I, Jin Mi, would turn out to be a genius in cultivation."

"I'm afraid it won't be long before I can make great progress on the road of cultivation, be promoted to a Heavenly Immortal, or even a Golden Immortal, and become a respected god in the six realms."

Yang Jiao leisurely said:

"So, the monthly salary of the future Supreme God Jin Mi must be beyond your reach."

Suddenly, Jin Mi's figure froze, and the temper that he had cultivated for thousands of years to see spiritual power like his life broke out, like a kitten guarding its food, he immediately said:

"No matter how small an ant is, it's still meat. Besides, I earned the immortal salary through hard work, so why not?"

She couldn't help but said suspiciously:

"Xiao Yu Xian Guan, are you jealous of my talent?"

Jin Mi paused slightly, coughed slightly, and patted Yang Jiao on the shoulder:

"We are all friends. Don't worry. I will become more powerful in the future and I will protect you."

Yang Jiao looked at Jin Mi with her tail in the air and flicked her forehead:

"Protect me? You're still far behind!"

Jin Mi exclaimed:

"Ouch!"

She gasped and rubbed her forehead:

"Xiaoyu Fairy, are you so angry? Forget it, forget it, we fruit makers are naturally not as knowledgeable as you fish."

Yang Jiao raised his eyebrows slightly:

"You remember my words very clearly and know how to hide your true identity."

When Jin Mi heard this, he said:

"Can I say that I said it smoothly? I have been a fruit spirit for four thousand years, so of course I can't change my words in just a few months."

Yang Jiao didn't take it seriously and said:

"That's good, keep it up."

When Jin Mi heard this, he seemed to remember something and said:

"Xiao Yu Xian Guan, can you do me a favor? Please run for me. Although I live in the sky now, it is my duty to collect flowers and make honey. You flowers in the sky are really too snobbish. "

While she was talking, she walked to a flower bush full of delicate flowers, then reached out and picked a flower. In an instant, the flower turned into clouds and disappeared.

"Xiaoyu Immortal, take a look, these flowers know how to bully an elf like me who has not yet become an immortal and has low spiritual power."

"So, can you help me pick flowers?"

Yang Jiao walked over slowly and said softly:

"Thousands of years ago, there was a love-hate entanglement between the Emperor of Heaven and the First Flower God of the Flower World."

"So, the Flower God was so angry that he cast a spell to destroy all the flowers and plants in the heaven."

"As a result, not a single blade of grass grew in the heaven. The Emperor of Heaven had no choice but to use clouds to transform thousands of flowers and plants, which spread all over the heaven. Therefore, these flowers and plants are not real. Once picked, they will turn into clouds and smoke."

Jin Mi frowned:

"So, then I won't be able to collect honey."

Yang Jiao looked at Jin Mi's extremely troubled expression, and a smile appeared on his cold and calm expression:

"Not bad. I hope you will continue to practice wholeheartedly in the future. You want to improve your realm and spiritual power, as well as your hobby of collecting flowers and making honey."

Jin Mi looked confused:

"Cultivation can help me quickly increase my spiritual power. It is my duty to collect flowers and make honey. Of course I will always maintain it."

The smile on Yang Jiao's face grew stronger and he said:

"Practice requires relaxation. It's getting late. Didn't you say you wanted to see me on duty? Let's go."

Jin Mi shouted happily:

"Come on, come on, I've been suffocating from the constant retreat during this period."

Not long after, the two came to Xinghan's vast star-distributing platform.

"Wow, so beautiful!"

Jin Mi looked at the extraordinarily clear starry sky, and looked at the distant stars, which were like broken light and feathery awns, exuding warm and bright light. The stars twinkled little by little, which was so beautiful.

She also saw Yang Jiao using the technique of spreading stars with his hand, like handfuls of pearls and handfuls of broken stars scattered on the jasper plate.

Tea time.

After Yang Jiao finished the night under the stars, Jin Mi suddenly realized and said:

"Xiao Yu Xian Guan, it turns out that you are not only a deer herder, but also the God of Night in the heavens."

Yang Jiao said calmly:

"You're just a powerless little god. There is a more beautiful and special place not far away than this. Do you want to take a look?"

Jin Mi nodded repeatedly:

"Yeah!"

After a while, Yang Jiao took Jin Mi to the Tianhe River in the heaven.

"Wow! This is Tianhe!"

Jin Mi couldn't help but open his hands, as if he wanted to go forward and hug him.

I saw that the top and bottom of the Milky Way are integrated into one, and the five colors complement each other. Looking up and looking, the scenes are different, like dreams and illusions, like poems and songs, which are fascinating to the ears and eyes, and touching to the heart.