I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The fragmentation of the Frost Town Tower has attracted the attention of almost everyone on the battlefield.

Almost everyone breathed and looked at the white fog.

Anlin is no exception. He helped Xuan Chengcheng, who was seriously injured, and looked at the bottom of the pit nervously. He wanted to come out with three three-armed monsters.

Soon, that figure appeared in the eyes of everyone.

An Lin opened his mouth and almost forced it in place.

Lying in the trough, how is he still!

Out came out is a handsome man, he looks a little thin, and the self-destructive man is actually nine points similar.

In addition to the color change from silver to the current black, these two people are almost exactly the same!

Many of the young disciples of Zongmen are also in the same place. They don’t understand why the town’s magic tower stood in the ancestral hall for hundreds of years. The crackdown would be a seemingly weak human being.

There are only a few elders of the sect. Everyone looks dignified and looks at the handsome man with vigilance.

The man rubbed his hand with some fuzzy eyes and looked around, and could not help but stand in the same place.

On the ruins, the body of the disciple of Wanling, the body of the snow woman, lying quietly on the ground.

Those who are still alive have stopped fighting and turned their eyes to themselves.

Only the overwhelming array of golden guards and the roar of the sky in the sky indicate that an earth-shattering battle is taking place here.

"It turned out to be like this..." The man came back and smiled bitterly.

He turned his eyes to the battlefield and had pity in his eyes: "The Tianxia Peak turned out to be like this..."

An elder of Wanling Xianzong stood up and shouted: "Are you Chen Qinghang or Bingfu!?"

An Lin blinked, Chen Qinghang, Bing Fu?

He is not a special question for this kind of heart. This person is obviously a man. What kind of ghost is Bing Fu?

If you do a multiple-choice question, I choose Chen Qinghang!

Unexpectedly, the man on the field was a bit stunned and his face had a struggling look.

The dusty memory was slowly opened, and the past gradually came to mind.

......

......

His name is Chen Qinghang, a genius of Wanling Xianzong's millennium.

At the age of seventeen, Yu Ling, who was a 21-year-old god, has reached the peak of the gods when he is less than a hundred years old. He has to glimpse the realm of returning to the virtual world and become the most stunning monk in Kyushu.

At that time, he was so arrogant and unparalleled.

However, in a battle with the Snow Maiden, he was forced to a desperate situation by the palaces of the three major palaces.

This war broke his body, and because of the role of life-saving appliances, the soul was able to escape.

Only in the moment of escape, his soul is also ruined by the frost sword.

In the end, the soul is about to dissipate the moment and fall into the lotus pond...

......

Yes, as you think, he was born again with lotus roots.

"Hey, hello... wake up!"

A crisp voice came.

The man opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at it with some stunned eyes, then the vision was fixed on the face of the delicate and lovely girl.

"Well..." The man shook his head and felt a pain in his head, and he groaned in pain.

"Hey, honestly, are you a man!?" The girl put her hands on her hips and leaned down. The silver hair shook his face, and there was a faint scent. The golden eyes stared curiously at the man's eyes.

"Well... I am a man." The man felt a pain in his head and was very confused.

However, he is a man, that's right.

The girl smiled: "I said, you have mushrooms under your arm, and there are two eggs, definitely male!"

The man looked dull and looked at his armpit, only to find that he did not seem to wear clothes...

He was shocked and quickly grabbed his lower body and shouted: "You...you all saw it!?"

The girl nodded. "Of course, I have studied it well before."

the study? The man screamed and gnashed his teeth: "You... how can you play like this!"

The girl's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled: "I am a rogue? If this is a rogue, you suddenly appear all over the lotus pond of my house. So, is it that you are the first to rogue?"

The man’s mouth trembled, but he did not know how to refute it.

"Man, what is your name?" the girl asked.

"Name..." The man was stunned. His mind was blank. Except for some instincts and common sense, he couldn't think of anything.

"I don't even know the name?" The girl wrinkled the small, cute nose, and the golden voice flashed slightly, and she looked at her face. "If you don't... you are called ice!"

The man’s eyes are round and round: “I am a man!”

The girl is also a glimpse of the moment, and it exudes a mighty majesty: "From now on, you are a woman! Your name is Bing Fu, it is my dream toy, understand??"

The man felt the power of the gods shrouded the whole body. He felt that he was facing the girl. It seemed to face a very great existence. It instantly disappeared: "Yes, what you said is right!"

In this way, the girl named Mengzhi received a toy named Bing Fu on this day.

Meng Zhi is very happy. She has a toy that can't find a second piece in the whole continent: a living man, if you think about it, you will feel it!

Bingfu put on the blue robe of Mengzhi, although the appearance of Bingfu is delicate and delicate, but the robe is still too British.

In order to show femininity, Meng Zhi installed a homemade fake chest.

Looking at the high-pitched chest of the ice, Meng Zhi laughed and rolled, and was very satisfied with his toy.

Bing Fu does not have much resistance to this matter.

His past is like white paper, all he has to do now is to survive.

In order to survive here, he still has an identity, that is, Meng Zhi's personal maid.

After understanding, he also knows the continent he is in, the name is the ice cold holy place.

This is a place where the whole continent is all women, which is why Mengzhi must let him be a woman.

Because here, men can only be art of ice sculpture.

The identity of Mengzhi is not simple.

There are thirty-six holy palaces in the holy place of ice. She is the daughter of one of the palaces of the holy palace. She is respected and noble, and has a noble blood of the holy king. The future achievements are limitless.

There is Mengzhi cover, and the life of Bingfu has a good taste. Usually, I practice the ice heart and practice with Mengzhi. I have nothing to do with the treasure of heaven and earth, and occasionally go hunting.

The days are gone day by day.

One day, Bing Fu lay on top of a boulder, immersed in the sun.

There is a feeling in my heart, this toy is too good!

In addition to doing what the servant should do every day, he is completely living a life of one million people. The treasure food can be enjoyed at any time, and the high-level cultivation method is to learn.

I have to say that he likes it a bit.

Here... it’s just heaven!

At this time, Meng Zhi wore a long white dress and strolled around. He said with a soft but majestic voice: "Toys, what are you thinking about?"

Bing Fu blinked and smiled: "Report owner, I am thinking about when you can get away from childlike fun and stop calling my toys."

Mengzhi heard the words and said: "Toy is a lifelong thing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even if it is broken! It can't change the fact that you are my toy."

The mouth of the ice is so screaming, this sentence sounds so terrible.

Mengzhi stretched out a smooth and delicate arm, wrapped around the neck of the ice, and smiled: "This girl must be a high priest in the cold and holy place, so that there will be no restrictions on what to do, why do you want to do it? Well, it’s cool to think about it!”

"Hey, toys, what do you want to do in the future?"

Xiao Fu listened to the whisper of the ear and smiled and said: "I am your toy, what else can I do, of course, always guarding you."

Mengzhi heard the words slightly lowering his head, and the delicate little face appeared a red glow. The small mouth slightly raised: "Respond to the perfect score, go, go to the treasure room, the owner will reward you with a fruit-fruit!"

Bing Fu Le smiled, taking a dream of the dream of Zhi Zhi, he has long been familiar with the light, no effort.

This is not, another fruit is coming!