Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"Damn it! You're still here! This Tianlei has taken root in our Yuncang sect, right?"

"Is this still an advanced thunder tribulation? How many strikes have you made? It makes me dizzy to count!"

"This thunder is a bit evil. Couldn't it be after the little devil? Is our ancestor being implicated?"

The disciples talked a lot about everything. Tian Lei was not surprised at this, so everyone just stepped aside and watched the excitement.

The headmaster and all the elders were all present, looking at the seemingly endless calamity thunder with confusion.

"Such anomalies are extremely rare. It seems like a promotion and the birth of a treasure. What do you think?"

"Is it the magical power of the Ladder to Heaven?"

Before a few people could discuss one, two or three, they saw three people appearing in the sky.

"I've met my ancestor."

The Supreme Elder raised his hand, and all the Yuncang sect disciples who were bowing to salute were lifted up to stand upright.

"You are not allowed to move around without permission when you return to the defensive formation. Zihe, please take charge."

The leader obeyed the order and led all the disciples to retreat.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, Mr. Ling should be fine. It's just that the ladder to the sky is closed and cannot be entered by force. It's better to wait for a while and wait and see what happens."

Although the Supreme Elder's expression was calm, his eyes shone with excitement.

The green dragon has already recovered its original body, staring with a pair of big copper bell eyes, and the clouds are spreading and relaxing as it breathes out!

"With the combined strength of the three of us, we may not be able to give it a try. Those two juniors have very shallow cultivation, so if they encounter difficulties, they may not be able to cope with them."

When Cheng Kun heard what it said, he became even more anxious and gathered his strength to launch his move.

"Then what are you waiting for! Quickly open this broken ladder and save my Zheng'er!"

"Don't get excited! Aren't you afraid of hurting your son?" The elder Taishang hurriedly stopped him, not caring about his image as a fairy.

"If this ladder to heaven is really so easy to break, do you think it will be your turn? If you fail, it will backfire on your son, and you will regret it then!"

Cheng Kun resentfully released his spiritual power and stared at him as if he wanted to fight.

"Then you should think of a way for me! Nothing will happen to my Zheng'er!"

The Supreme Elder gave a bitter smile, but his eyes were still shining.

"Calm down. Brother Jiao is right. Your son has a great opportunity. Stop worrying about it. Just wait quietly. What's the use of glaring at me!"

The commotion outside could not affect Su Haitang and Su Haitang in the Stairway to Heaven.

"Daughter-in-law, are you okay?"

Cheng Yuanzheng hugged Su Haitang tightly as he woke up. The surprise of regaining something almost made him shed manly tears!

"What's the matter? I took some supplements and got upgraded."

Su Haitang took the initiative to stand on tiptoes and kiss him. His whole body ached from being strangled by him, but he didn't show it.

The man who had always been strong suddenly showed signs of weakness, and the impact was as powerful as an earthquake or tsunami, which made her heart go soft.

"young married woman."

Cheng Yuanzheng murmured softly, and quickly took back the initiative, turning his back on the guests, and continued to intensify her comforting kisses.

The temperature continued to rise, and the surrounding air seemed to become thinner.

Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, everything is going on irresistibly!

No one wanted to resist.

Xiaoyu cut off the live broadcast again, glanced at the unbreakable restriction, lowered her eyes and continued practicing.

He had a hunch that he was close to the answer soon.

But this premonition was not very good and made him very uneasy.

He is still too weak to help his sister and keeps dragging her down.

But now that he was at this stage, complaining would not help, so he could only seize the time to practice and talk to comfort himself.