Yu Qingqian didn't expect that the leading ancestor of Tingyin Pavilion would call him.

   "What's your order, senior?"

  The beautiful woman's eyes were deep and complicated, and she said, "I want to ask you something."

   "Senior, may I ask you!" Yu Qingqian was a little inexplicable.

   Especially seeing the complex expressions of the female disciples in the Tingyin Pavilion, and looking at him with hostility and looking at a thief, Yu Qingqian was even more baffled.

   When did she provoke the people in Tingyin Pavilion? Or stole something from Tingyin Pavilion? How could she not know.

  The beautiful woman didn't go around in circles, and asked straight to the point: "The spiritual thing you released in the valley before was the nine-colored magic lotus?"

   "Yes!" Yu Qing nodded lightly, even more confused.

  What is the relationship between your nine-colored magic lotus and Tingyin Pavilion? Do you need to ask in such a complicated tone? Do the disciples of Tingyin Pavilion need to be so hostile to themselves?

   Yu Qingqian still sensed something was wrong.

   "Since the nine-colored magic lotus has already formed a contract with you, I want to ask when you formed the contract." The beautiful woman's tone was straightforward and there was a little more questioning.

   This man's questioning tone made Yu Qingqian amused, "What is the identity of the senior to ask me this question? Why should I tell you?"

   Yu Qingqian was a little angry at the eyes of the senior officials and disciples of the Tingyin Pavilion.

   She is not made of mud, she dares to resist the great ancestor of Xuanyougu, let alone the beautiful woman of Tingyin Pavilion.

Before the beautiful woman could speak, the beautiful woman who had organized other female disciples to launch a sonic attack in the "Valley" said angrily, "Why didn't you tell us? Could it be because you have a guilty conscience for stealing the nine-colored magic lotus? already?"

   Whether in her eyes, expression or tone, she looks like Yu Qingqian is a thief.

  Yu Qingqian was stunned for a while, and then a hostile aura radiated out, causing the surrounding Guiyuan Sect disciples to shudder. Feng Chen also took the little turtle into his body and opened his eyes.

   "You said that I stole the nine-colored magic lotus?" Yu Qingqian narrowed her eyes, and unintentionally released her anger and suffocation towards the beautiful woman.

   She only had one thought at this moment, what reason did Tingyinge want to use to rob her Xiaojiu.

  The nine-colored magic lotus has accompanied Yu Qingqian for so many years, and it goes without saying that she has feelings, how could she tolerate others thinking about her little treasure.

  The beautiful female disciple was swept up in blood by Yu Qingqian's suffocating energy and suffocating pressure, and her back was chilled.

   She gritted her teeth and said firmly: "The nine-colored magic lotus is the holy soul flower of our Tingyin Pavilion, but you have formed a contract. Didn't you steal the contract by trickery?"

   In the hearts of the disciples of the Tingyin Pavilion, the nine-colored magic lotus is the unattainable and most holy sect soul flower. They always believed that the nine-colored magic lotus should bloom in a secret place in the Tingyin Pavilion.

  So when they saw Yu Qingqian summoning the nine-colored magic lotus and using it to resist those filthy skeleton creatures, they couldn't accept it.

   The original impression of Yu Qingqian was not disgusting, but it immediately rose to a feeling of disgust or even hatred.

  Especially when they heard the question from their ancestors, they even thought that Yu Qingqian was a thief. For some unknown reason, they stole the nine-colored magic lotus from Tingyin Pavilion.

  The Great Demon King not only stole their soul flowers, but now he is so righteously refusing to answer when they formed a contract. Isn't this a ghost in his heart?