"Something?" Duanmu Yawang looked at the Taoist priest and smiled: "I didn't see it."

Taoist Fuchen stared straight into her eyes, not letting off the slightest emotion in her eyes: "Really?"

Duanmuya looked up and looked at him fearlessly: "Really, I'm asleep and don't know anything."

Duanmu Yawang didn't lie.

She didn't see anything falling, but when she opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful **** sitting on her.

Her family's fire is nothing.

"You lied!" The other three people immediately came to Taoist Fuchen, staring at Duanmu Yawang suspiciously after hearing this, "The moment the heavenly mutation appears, the world is shaking, how can you be able to sleep?"

"Why can't I fall asleep?" Duanmu Yawang asked back, "What does a vision from the horizon have to do with me sleeping?"

"..."

After hearing Duanmu Yawang's words, several monks were speechless.

The woman and the Taoist priest holding the whisk in her heart said: "Brother, it is estimated that only some big families of the martial arts know about the fall of the ancient beasts. He is a blue-eyed trash and is alone, so he probably doesn't know about it at all. ?"

The monk Fuchen stayed silent, pondered for a moment, and perhaps felt reasonable, nodded, and no longer looked aggressively at Duanmu Yawang.

However, when his eyes scanned the finger of Duanmu Yawang's hand, he couldn't help but ask: "Where did the finger of your hand come from?"

Duan Muya narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "Senior should still be a high-ranking monk, why would he be interested in an ornament in the hands of the junior?"

When Monk Whichen heard this, his face became dark.

Listening to what Duanmu Yawang meant, it seemed as if he was coveting her.

This made his face a bit sad, especially in front of his junior and younger sisters.

He frowned: "When did I say that I was interested in this accessory of you? The thing in your hand is very valuable at first glance. It doesn't look like something like you. I just wanted to persuade you to get it. Where to go."

Ah!

The words are better than singing!

Of course Duanmu Yawang wouldn't believe him, raised her eyebrows and asked, "So, what the monk meant..."

The monk with the whisk in his hand looked polite: "Take it over and take a look."

have a look?

He really showed it to him. Will it still be hers if he pulls the finger?

Duanmu Yawang is not stupid, her eyes are cold, "I don't like to let others see my things."

Several other monks, who hadn't noticed the finger of Duanmu Yawang's hand, mentioned the Taoist priests who had handled the whisk. They looked at Duanmu Yawang's hand and were taken aback.

So holy, so pure a finger!

You know everything at a glance!

The old sect master of their sect also has a finger.

His fingers are also white and round, pure and clear.

It is said that the old sect master’s pull finger hidden mystery, and there are endless mysterious auras in it. When the old sect master is practicing, it absorbs the clear and pure auras it releases, and the speed is several times that of ordinary auras!

This is why the old suzerain was able to open up sects back then!

However, looking from a distance, the white jade pull finger in the hand of the blue eyed waste in front of him was even clearer and purer than that of the suzerain!

Moreover, it still has a holy light in the dark night!

Even if you just look at it, you know that this finger is definitely not comparable to the old Sect Master's hand!

After just one glance, the surprise in the eyes of several cultivators turned into greed.

If, let them get this finger...

The eyes of the other people were noticed by the monk holding the Buddha Chen, his eyes were dim without a trace, and he looked at Duanmu Ya: "It's not your thing, you shouldn't hold it."

Duanmu Yawang was angrily smiled: "This senior, why do you think this thing is not mine at first glance? Besides, even if it is not mine, it is not yours? Why are you going?"

After that, she smiled again, raising her eyebrows and staring at the four people: "Couldn't it, several seniors who saw my fingers look good, plan to coax and **** them?"

After being poked into the center, a few people’s faces flashed with shame: "Stop talking nonsense here, do you know who we are? We are a fourth-class monk of the Hua Sect, and my brother is a third-class monk. He will want you. thing?"

"That's good." Duanmu Yawang smiled, "I am most afraid of those who see something conspicuous on others, and want to come and see it, and then take it away after closing their eyes."

Duanmu Yawang's words meant something, and it was impossible for the four monks to hear it.

When I heard it, my face was terribly ugly.

Duanmu Yawang didn't bother to look at their expressions. Turning her eyes, she smiled and said, "However, the Huazong sect is notoriously upright and upright, and it is also a high-level cultivator. I believe that these seniors will not do these things."

"This is natural." Duanmu Yawang buckled a high hat, and the four of them were in a good mood, and they suddenly forgot their unhappiness.

The monk with the whisk in his hand took a deep look at Duanmu Ya. At this time, the female monk asked him: "Brother, there are no traces of ancient beasts here. What should we do next?"

Monk Fuchen retracted his gaze from Duanmu Yawang, without saying a word, he lowered his head and began to pinch something quickly for divination.

The other three people calmed down and didn't dare to disturb him.

"Seniors talk slowly, juniors won't bother you." Duanmu Yawang yawned and said lazily: "Junior will go to rest first."

After that, he held the quilt, stretched his waist, and walked away while stepping on the branches of the tree.

The other three monks looked at her secretly, staring at the white jade fingers in her hand, with different thoughts.

Duanmu Yawang didn't see the sight of those people, and found another towering tree suitable for sleeping. One raised his breath, slowly climbed up the tree, spread the quilt and lay down.

She quietly glanced at the ring on her hand.

It seems that good things are always eye-catching, and it seems that this finger can't be so easily exposed in the future.

Little Bailu quietly looked at the four monks in the medical system and swallowed foam: "Master, will those people let you go?"

"It depends on their strength." Duan Muya closed her eyes and spoke with Xiao Bailu, "If they are so strong that they can save Xiao Huo Fei in my medical system, then they will definitely not. Will let me go so easily."

"Oh." Xiao Bailu replied, and then still very uneasy: "What if they have this strength? With your ability, you must be unable to beat them!"

"I don't think they have this strength." Duanmu Yawang said directly: "If they had this strength, they would have come directly to the east at first. Why did they go to the north and the south?"