Sect Leader, Please Respect Yourself, I'm Really A Gentleman

Chapter 300 What are you doing?

Li Yangping immediately woke up from the cultivation state.

When I opened my eyes, I found Feng Yijing standing in front of her pretty.

He was looking at him suspiciously.

“How do you know that Pan Dao is here?”

Li Yangping smiled and said, “The disciples and masters have a clear heart.”

“As long as the master comes, the disciple will be able to sense it.”

“The rebels are talking nonsense again.”

Feng Yijing flushed and took a sip.

Looking at this charming master, Li Yangping somehow thought of someone.

Holy Maiden Zheng Ruchun.

I haven’t seen her for a long time.

I don’t know how she is…

Just when his thoughts were dissipating, Feng Yijing suddenly came over, “Adverse disciples, what bad ideas are you thinking of in your heart.”

Li Yangping recovered and saw Feng Yijing slowly sitting in his arms.

Is looking up at her.

Feng Yijing didn’t wear a veil at this time, and there were hardly any shortcomings on her Qingli Wushuang face.

Looking at him with eyes open, his eyes are full of affection.

At this moment, his heartbeat quickened.

“No, no bad idea.”

Li Yangping shook his head, regretful in his heart.

“I hold Master in my arms, but the other woman I think of is simply ridiculous.”

“All right.”

Feng Yijing didn’t care, so she buried her head in Li Yangping’s chest quietly.

Leaning quietly.

There was Li Yangping’s strong heartbeat in his ears.

The air instantly became warm.

After a while, Feng Yijing said in a dull voice, “Adverse disciples, do you remember what you promised to be poor?”

Li Yangping nodded, “Sure, I promised Master Yi Jing, the disciple will never forget it.”

Feng Yijing raised her black and white eyes and said, “Then what did you say you agreed to the channel?”

Li Yangping: …

Embarrassed with a smile: “I don’t know which Master Yi Jing is talking about? There are too many promises, right.”

He had promised too many promises, and he couldn’t figure out which one it was for a while.

After all, it’s just a verbal promise.

Feng Yijing: …

Pouting aggrievedly, faintly said: “Pan Dao knows, you don’t care about it at all.”

“It’s just a trick to coax Poor Dao.”

“The disciple knows.”

Li Yangping scratched his head, “But I need a little hint.”

“Humph.”

Feng Yijing gave Li Yangping angrily, “After the previous meeting between Pindao and Shi Feiyan, she did not object to our being together, what did you promise to Pindao?”

After speaking, he waited expectantly for Li Yangping’s answer.

“Ah…this.”

Li Yangping’s words were poor, and he started to think back crazily.

After thinking for a long time, he cautiously asked, “Does the disciple promise Master to be with Master forever?”

Feng Yijing shook her head, “Not this.”

“What’s that? My baby?”

“Also, it’s not this.”

“I really want to take a bite of Jinger?”

“…Infantile, what are you talking about in a mess.”

“The more you talk, the more ridiculous.”

Feng Yijing couldn’t stand it anymore and immediately tightened her face.

Although his expression was cold, his red cheeks revealed his shyness at this time.

Without holding back, he directly pinched Li Yangping’s waist, “You said before that even everyone in the nearby Shenzhou will not disappoint the poor.”

“That’s it.”

Li Yangping nodded, and said in a sensible way: “The disciple remembered, this is the game.”

Feng Yijing: …

Feng Yijing helped her forehead helplessly.

This guy is too not wanting face.

Faceless and skinless.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Pan Dao has known for a long time that with your status and talents, there will be no shortage of women by your side.”

Speaking of this, Feng Yijing said in a low voice: “But you promised that the poor Dao will never lose me, so you have to remember…If you live up to the poor Dao, hum.”

“Pan Dao smashed you with a single sword.”

As he spoke, he made two gestures with his hands.

But his mouth is very hard, but the actual voice is soft.

Li Yangping was stunned.

“Is the Master worried about this?”

“if not?”

Feng Yijing lowered her head and said aggrieved: “Your relationship with Zhao Lingchuan is getting closer and closer.”

“Master Lingchuan for a while, Master Lingchuan for a while, hum, I have forgotten the poor Dao out of the clouds for a long time.”

Hearing this, Li Yangping was a little bit amused, “So Master Yi Jing is jealous?”

Feng Yijing didn’t refute, but groaned: “So what? Isn’t it allowed to be jealous of the poor?”

Li Yangping smiled and said, “But didn’t the Master said before that I didn’t care if there were other women around my disciple?”

Feng Yijing frowned and said, “But Zhao Lingchuan is not another woman.”

Although she and Li Yangping are mentors and apprentices, they still have a dao companion relationship.

Although the relationship is embarrassing, but also very happy.

Because in her opinion, the relationship with Li Yangping is the most special one.

Even if the master is a dao companion, isn’t there two relationships?

But suddenly there appeared a Zhao Lingchuan who was also Li Yangping’s master.

He even had an ambiguous relationship with Li Yangping.

This… embarrassing.

The identity is the same, they are all heads of the sect, the emperor-level supreme.

The relationship is still the same, both are Li Yangping’s master.

Now Zhao Lingchuan is in exactly the same condition as her.

This gave her a sense of crisis.

“What if Li Yangping has Zhao Lingchuan and doesn’t like him in the future?”

Once this sense of crisis arises, it threatens her all the time.

Let her toss and turn.

She had never been in a relationship before. Who knew that men and women in love would suffer so much?

Li Yangping saw Feng Yijing’s worry at a glance, and said quickly, “Master, doesn’t it mean that you don’t want new disciples?”

“Believe it.” Feng Yijing nodded seriously.

He hesitated and said, “But…”

“There is no later round.”

Li Yangping frowned and thought for a while, as if he had decided something.

The whole person’s face became solemn.

Even the spirit power in Dantian began to surge.

There was a golden light in his eyes.

A special sound came from the air.

Perceiving all this, Feng Yijing was stunned: “What are you doing?”

Li Yangping did not speak, but looked towards the void, and said seriously: “Today, I, Li Yangping, swear to heaven and earth that I will never fail Feng Yijing in this life. If I violate this oath, my soul will fall into The Underworld and be immortal.”

Li Yangping spoke very quietly, but every word was very clear.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a string of golden characters in the air.

Very solemn and mysterious.

When the last word fell, the oath disappeared in the air.

This is China’s famous world oath.

Only a cultivator can stand, and he swears by Heavenly Dao.

With Heavenly Dao as the witness, if someone violates the oath of heaven and earth.

Then it will be rejected by the law of heaven and earth.

The whole world will put pressure on him, and his soul will be scattered.

This kind of mysterious Karma relationship, as the Cultivation Base increases, the more ancient books for this kind of thing.

Many cultivators believe in their fate, and no one wants to take their own life as a gambling.

Even the emperor-level supreme is the same.

Always be in awe of the laws of heaven and earth.

After all, who would dare to fight Heavenly Dao?

The emperor-level supreme is not good either.

After Feng Yijing reacted, she said with a shocked look: “Rebel, what are you doing? This is the oath of heaven and earth. If you violate it, you will really die.”

Li Yangping turned pale at the moment, but smiled and said: “Master, don’t you still believe the disciple?”

Feng Yijing stared at her blankly.

Mist filled his eyes.

Tears couldn’t stop falling from the sockets.

He quickly grabbed his sleeves and said in a sobbing tone: “Rebel, when did Pindao say that he didn’t believe you?”

“Are you guys on purpose.”

“Pan Dao really fell into your hands…”