"You! Who are you!"

Although Weizhong still looks calm, Qinghuan can see that his heart is guilty at the moment. Although the people around him say that his cultivation level is not comparable to him, they are all first-class masters. Now Qinghuan is swiping it away. , You can imagine how horrified and inexplicable Weizhong's heart is.

Qinghuan did not answer him, but approached step by step, stopped a few meters away from Weizhong, and asked politely: "I have a little pet named Jiguang. I heard that it is with you. Can you return it to me?"

Although it was a questioning, but basically there was no room for Yizhong to refuse.

Thinking of that mysterious spirit beast, he couldn't detect the origin of the spirit beast, thinking of the tremendous help he had received from that spirit beast for four hundred years, but there was a touch of greed in his eyes, he would never return the auspicious light! "I don't know what the girl said about "Jiguang". Why should the girl come to our teacher if she wants to find her own pet?"

"Weizhong, what else do you pretend in front of me?" He smiled at Weizhong's pretense. "Could it be that you want me to call you'Nine Infants'?"

Hearing this, Wei Zhong's expression changed drastically: "I don't know what you are talking about. If you talk nonsense here again, don't blame me for blasting you out!"

"You have this ability, just use it." Qing Huan smiled. "I won't talk nonsense with you, I will return Ji Guang."

"I said, I don't know what'good luck'!" Weizhong roared lowly.

His repeated denials finally made Qing Huan feel impatient. "Really, that's it. You know, you have to return it to me, if you don't know, you have to return it to me."

"The girl is deceiving too much!" As soon as Zhong waved her sleeves, hundreds of disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect swarmed into the hall to surround Qing Huan Tuan, with great intentions of preventing her from leaving the Ten Thousand Sword Sect today. "My Ten Thousand Sword Sect is the right way to cultivate immortals, is it a place where you and the like come in and out at will! Please leave the girl quickly!"

At this moment, a soft voice came over: "Brother Zhong."

"Rong'er." Only Zhong turned his head and saw that it was Mei Aorong, her eyes softened immediately, and seeing her look anxious again, he asked in a low voice, "But something happened?"

Mei Aorong was anxious: "Brother Zhong, Tong'er has not returned since he went out in the early morning. I am so worried about him! This kid is always sensible, and he will never come back so late!"

Not seen for four hundred years, Mei Aorong is still beautiful, but from a graceful female nun to a more charming mature and charming young woman. Her long black hair was twisted into a bun, and she was standing beside Weizhong in a purple skirt.

But Zhongzheng was about to comfort Mei Aorong a few more words, but Qing Huan smiled: "Are you talking about him?"

On her snow-white and delicate palm, a transparent ball of light was trapped with a cursing child. At this moment, seeing Weizhong and Mei Aorong, the child suddenly became excited, and kept beating the ball of light to want to go out.

Weizhong's expression became cold: "If the girl has an enmity with the next, she will directly challenge her door, why is she letting a child out of her anger! If it is spread out, we are not afraid to make the world's monks laugh!"

Qing Huan shrugged indifferently: "You pay me auspicious light, and I will pay your child." Anyway, he is not a good boy. Compared with the baby named A Yuan, this Mei Feitong is a beast. Relying on the appearance of the child, I don't know how many lives were killed in his hands. It would be better for this family to die early.

Although Mei Feitong is already in her sixties and mature in mind, she is very dependent on her parents. She cried immediately. Mei Aorong's heart was about to be broken by him. She looked at Weizhong pitifully and pleaded with her eyes. He returned Ji Guang to Qing Huan. Although the spirit beast is good, it is not as important as the son! Besides, if they lose a spirit beast, they can still hunt a second one, but without Tonger, where can they find a second one?

Although Weizhong is cruel and ruthless towards others, he treats his wife and son with deep affection, and immediately gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you that." After he flicked his robe sleeves, a group of white objects slammed straight towards Qinghuan. Come here. Qinghuan caught it quickly with eyes and hands, and the little life within its tentacles was skinny, and the snow-white fur was stained with dust, and even a few bones were clearly visible when he touched it. She was annoyed, and the red mark on her eyebrows was looming, "Things that do not live or die."

Just as she was about to kill the ring, the Ji Guang in the palm of her hand suddenly meowed, raised her small head, and the red light in her big blue eyes clearly recognized her.

Seeing Ji Guang licking and rubbing Qinghuan's hand, Weizhong felt very upset. He has raised this beast for hundreds of years, but he has never kissed him so much, but always regarded him as an enemy! Otherwise, if he gets a mysterious spirit beast, how can he be willing to absorb it? It's not to blame this little beast for being unfamiliar! Could it be that... this woman is really the master of the little beast?

"Okay, don't be coquettish, I told you to stay with him, but I didn't tell you to make yourself like this." Qing Huan sighed, and his index finger lightly tapped the **** red lightning on Ji Guang's eyebrows. Shape imprint. Suddenly, the white light flourished, and in the blink of an eye, the haggard little white cat had disappeared, replaced by ribbed wings, white all-over body, and only the beast with fiery red mane. Its eyes are blue, with red light flashing occasionally, its momentum is like electricity, galloping like thunder, holy like snow, unattainable, and daunting. But at the same time, it is extremely beautiful, which makes people can't help but be silly.

However, such a divine beast that people admired, fell down in front of Qing Huan. Qing Huan took the opportunity to sit on Ji Guang's back, gently combing the warm fur with her slender fingers, and sighed, "The original shape is so beautiful."

Ji Guang screamed proudly, obviously he was also satisfied with his perfect and sacred appearance.

But I regret it! If he had known that the kitten named Jiguang would have such a form, he would never return it anyway! At this moment, the only way to get Tonger back is to find a way for Jiguang's affairs! So he clasped his fist and said: "Girl, now I return Ji Guang, can the girl let the dog go?"

"Previously, didn't you say that you didn't know what Jiguang was and where was Jiguang?" Qing Huan asked.

The disciples in the hall also felt strange, turning their heads to look at Weizhong, waiting for him to give an answer. Wei Zhong's heart squeezed. He is used to being aloof now, and he has forgotten... Most of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect do not know his true face at all! But how does he explain it? Just as his brain was turning rapidly, Mei Aorong Lian moved lightly, stepped forward and bowed to Qing Huan slightly: "Girl, the kitten was picked up by the dog accidentally while playing in the mountains. He loves it very much and insists that we and my wife take care of him. I never thought that this is a girl's spirit beast. If it offends, I will ask the girl Haihan." After speaking, he gave a deep respect.

If this is someone else, it must be fine. But Qing Huan is not someone else. She ignored the loopholes in Mei Aorong's words, stroked Ji Guang's red mane, and said: "Spirit beast? My Ji Guang is not a spirit beast, it is a divine beast."

Mythical beast? ! The legendary... only exists, no one has seen it, and the world basically thinks that it doesn't exist... a mythical beast? !

If only 80% of the regrets were only 80% of the previous only, then now, it has already exploded. He stared at Ji Guang greedily, considering how much benefit he could get from it. No wonder... no wonder! It's no wonder that this little beast has been absorbed by him for cultivation, but he hasn't died, and he has lived for four hundred years! Other spirit beasts, even high-level eighth-level spirit beasts, can hold it for a few months at most. Only this little beast, otherwise he would not keep it for so long!

So how powerful is this woman as the owner of the beast? But Zhong didn't know. He couldn't feel Qinghuan's level. She walked lightly and silently, and seemed to have no cultivation base, but from her performance, she was by no means simple! It is said that those who have really won the Dadao can control the coercion as they like. Others can't see it at all. Could it be said that... But for the first time, the identity of Qinghuan's "Uncle Master" has no doubt: "Dare to ask girl Fangling geometry?"

geometry? Qing Huan laughed and said, "I'm very old, very, very old."

Weizhong rolled his eyes and took the lead and knelt down: "The disciple pays homage to Uncle Master!"

Mei Aorong deserved to be the wife he had thought through, and she knelt down immediately. A real husband and wife took the lead, and other disciples naturally put away their swords and bowed down one after another: "The disciples wait to see the uncle master!"

A person who knows the current affairs is really a handsome, if only Zhong did not deviate from the right way, with his disposition, Qinghuan was indeed willing to help him, it's a pity. She sat on Ji Guang's back and threw Zhong Guang Tuan towards Weizhong: "Return your son."

Only Zhongxian took it, Mei Feitong was already crying with tears and a snot, and Mei Aorong's heart was pierced by the heart-piercing look. A woman is born with maternal love, and now that she is no longer a waste of the five spiritual roots of the year, but a powerful monk who is about to enter the deity stage, and her son has returned safely to her, Mei Aorong can't help it Go and seek justice with Qing Huan: "Uncle Shi, our Wan Jianzong always pays attention to the two characters of etiquette. Although my son has a stubborn character, he is not evil. Why does Uncle Shi treat him like this? He is just a child!" After speaking, holding Mei Feitong, tears fell. "My poor boy!"

The disciples in the hall saw her crying with pears and rain, and Mei Aorong's image among the disciples was very decent, and immediately attracted the sympathy of many people. This is her habitual method. She has never failed for hundreds of years. I don’t know how much she wants to compete with her, or the sisters who love Weizhong lose in this trick, so she used it without even thinking about it. .

But it is too strong to look down on such a weak clown. Qing Huan just glanced at her, and Mei Aorong felt an indescribable pressure that made her breathless.