Mo Tianyi glimpsed, curiously looking at the tiger skin blanket, full of energy and vitality, is a high-order monster.

"What?" Qingyi put down the book in his hand, moved his foot, stepped on the tiger's head, and pressed down the big head.

Mo Tianqi returned to God, looked around, did not see the shadow of the master, and did not ask the teacher, so that he appeared to find someone, instead of coming to see the master, he had to take out the cold from his arms. Jade Box: "This is the result of the hard work of the masters who have gone through the hard work. I will bring it to the Master."

The tiger lying on the ground turned his ear, and the younger brother was very kind, and he couldn’t move without hesitation.

Qing Qing raised his hand and picked up the Sansang condensate fruit in the jade box. He ordered the tiger's ear with his toes.

The big tiger raised his head and looked at the delicate fruit of the teacher's hand. He blinked. Is this really the crumpled fruit he brought back?

The Qing dynasty pinched the big Sansang condensate fruit, and looked and saw that there seemed to be a lot of juice in the fruit, which was bigger than his mouth. Eating directly would definitely stain the face. I thought about it and put it aside.

When Mo Tianqi saw it, he couldn’t help but persuade him: "Master, this condensed fruit is still fresh and delicious." Condensed fruit is like clay, it should be eaten when it is moist, so that the soul can be wrapped more perfect, plastic The resulting shell is also stronger.

While talking, while raising his hand to take the condensed fruit, Mo Tianqi pulled out a knife, and the condensed fruit was cut into the size of the orange petals in three or two times, neatly coded in the white jade plate, presented to the master.

The big tiger looked at Mo Tianyi’s method of cutting things and his dog’s legs, and felt a little toothache.

The cold eyes looked back and forth between the jade plate and Mo Tianyi, slowly reaching out, picking up a piece and putting it in the mouth.

The soft flesh is ripe, and the sweet juice enters the throat, which really relieves some of the dull pain in the head.

"Yan Lie has seen the uncle." Yan Yan, a beautifully colored and wide-sleeved robe, came in and bowed, and his voice was not ill, with a little smile, and people listened to it.

Mo Tianqi got up and avoided.

"Yeah." Qing Hao raised his hand slightly, indicating that the fire was impolite.

"I have seen my brother." Mo Tianyi raised his hand and met with Yan Lie.

The big tiger at the foot of Qing Dynasty also followed with a voice: "Hey..."

Yan Li smiled back to the ceremony, a pair of peach eyes bent into a crescent, walked over and touched the tiger's head, and then looked up: "This is the case, the last two uncles of the Qingyun Zong who killed under the mountain, the fierce will Pushed to the magic door."

Mo Tianzhen thought of it. At that time, he used the big knife of the magic to kill the Qingyunzong’s practicing monk. What is it called?

"The He Xijiu is the grandson of the Qingyun Zong Yunsong elders. Qingyunzong did not say much after learning about this matter, but Yunsong elders are very angry." Yan Li’s eyes showed a bit of ridicule, but it was not supported by the wall. Hey, this Yunsong elder still holds the pet, every day because it is his only blood.

The people who cultivate the immortals have a long life, and when they want to fly, it is best to break the world. The flaming is not to understand, why Yunsong is paranoid about leaving blood.

"The face is gone." Qing dynasty picked up a condensed fruit and slowly ate it.

Whether it is for the blood, or for the face, Yunsong elders will never give up, and have already taken people to Wu Yunzong. It is said that in order to find out the cause, I will pay a visit to Wo Yunzong.

"The things under the mountain have been disposed of properly, but the elders of Yunsong are not good at dealing with them. They are also prepared to prepare for the uncle," Yan Lie took out a red jade fan for the boneworm. "The Yunsong is a wooden property. Uncle Shi is afraid of losing money. This has saved me half a month of spiritual power in the burning fan, and the uncle can hold it for the unexpected."

Mo Tian frown, this elder to come to visit other sects, but also fight?

Among the magic roads, the devils meet each other, and they will not fight when they meet each other. Everyone has an identity. It is like a small donkey to kill and kill. It is often polite. Why is it the right way to pay attention to the face, is it used to communicate in this barbaric way?

"No," Qingyi pushed open the fan. There are two fans in this fan. It is a fierce spirit. "Is this seat afraid of him?"

Aquatic wood, the clearing of the water properties of the pines on the properties of the wood, is naturally a bit of a loss, but Qingyi is not a simple water root, but a mutated ice root, you can completely kill him with a cone of ice!

Yan Lie heard the words, did not insist, put the treasure fan up, and said a few pieces to meet the Yunsong arrangement, they got up and retire.

"Master, what is this Qingyunzong now?" Mo Tianyi remembers that before he died, Qingyunzong was the first major, and the work has always been a hypocrite style. Now how can it be so unbearable.

"Three hundred years ago, Wo Yunzong was weak and not enough to compete with the two sects. It was only in the tenth battle of the squad, Qingyunzong and Liuyunzong suffered heavy casualties, and it was inevitable that they were anxious." Qing Xiao laughed and lifted Looked at Mo Tianyi, and then lowered his eyes.

Mo Tianyi stunned, did not expect to open the killing ring that year, but it has an impact on the forces in the right path, and I don’t know what the magic road is now.

The big tiger stunned and yawned, lying sideways, stretching his limbs, revealing a white fluffy belly. The white feet lifted and moved to the warm belly.

Qing dynasty slowly finished all the Sansang condensate fruit, reaching out to the white servant to wipe the licking fingertips clean, closed his eyes, and raised his hand to catch people: "This seat has to be closed for a few days, you go. ""

Mo Tian blinked, how did he retreat?

The white beauty rose and the big tiger at the foot stood up and shook the hair.

Frequent retreat is not the right way to practice. It is important to know that spiritual advancement, skillfulness, and mood improvement are also important. To improve the state of mind, if you want to join the WTO. "Master respects..." Mo Tianyi couldn't help but want to remind him of a clear sentence.

Looking at the cold beauty, with a bit of water, it seems that it is sleepy...

Mo Tianyi swallowed the words to his lips and said, "What is the name of the spirit beast?" If the fierce monster does not have a contract, it can't be played like Mo Xiaoqin. In most cases, people are shredded, so of course, this big tiger should be the one that the master said, the spirit of the master.

"Great fat." Qing Yi impatiently waved his hand, turned and went to the inner hall, the fart was followed by the big tiger running to the house, heard the name, suddenly stunned, and the door closed by the bombardment was isolated.

Mo Tianyi walked over and touched the head of the big tiger. He changed his mind at an early age, and he was always unable to put down his guard. But he always had patience with the furry little animals: "Good fat, retreat." Can't bother, let me go, I will give you a barbecue."

"Hey--" The big tiger yelled at him.

"Hey, don't make a noise!" Mo Tianyi poked the tiger's head and turned to walk out of the main hall.

The outside sun is just right, the warm light is on the jade steps outside the Qingning Palace, which is very pleasant. Mo Tianyi squatted on the clothes and sat on the jade steps. He patted the position around him: "Big fat, come, let's talk."

The scorpion tiger rushed over, licking his shoulders and licking his ears, not allowed to be fat!

Mo Tianying’s ear: "Well, I know that you are very happy. Come and tell me, what are the teachers who are retiring on weekdays?"

Ordinary people retreat, as long as ten days and a half months, and more than three years and five years, which is like a master, retreat for two or three days.

The big tiger licks his neck with his hind paws, not telling you, who makes you rude to the brothers!

"The Sansang condensate fruit needs refining after it has been eaten, but I don't know how it is refining..." Mo Tianyi slightly frowned, and after the fruit of the heavenly order was eaten, more or less some reactions, this Sansang He did not eat it, and he did not know if there would be any uncomfortable place.

The more I think, the more I feel that there is a problem with the hurriedly entering the master. Mo Tianqi suddenly got up and shocked the big tiger who was kneeling.

"Great fat, don't make a noise, I am worried about the Master, you have to go in and see." Mo Tian smashed the big tiger, the monster can understand people.

After explaining the big fat, Mo Tianqi walked lightly to the front of the inner temple, thinking for a moment, slowly pulling the soul away from the limbs.

The big tiger squatted behind Mo Tian, ​​and was surprised to find that the person's sense of breath became weaker and weaker. In the end, he could hardly feel his presence.

Mo Tianqi lifted up some stiff wooden hands and slowly pushed the door open and moved in step by step. If he still has to walk, he can put the soul of the soul on the heavenly spirit, so that in the eyes of the monk, he is a tree, but the trick of hiding his whereabouts.

Some of the inner halls were dim, the plain curtains were tightly closed, and the room was quiet.

On the big bed in the middle, I was lying alone.

Mo Tianqi stiffly hooked his lips, and it was really sleeping! Walking slowly, the soft cushion on the ground completely eliminated the footsteps, and the big tigers followed in and stepped into the bed.

Waiting to see the appearance of the bed, Mo Tian stunned.

The surface is like a jade carving, cold and flawless, and the thin lips are light and sloppy. Because it has just finished eating the condensed fruit, it shows a little bit of moisturizing pink. The whole person looks even more beautiful than usual, not for anything else, just because of that one. The long hair of the ink, now turned white!

If a regular person is a silver hair, it must look old, and the white hair becomes more white, but it is not so old, but it is not a creamy white, but a pale milky white. It is strange to think that this should be the case. It seems that the snow is more suitable. That is like a beautiful woman.

The light flashed past, and something broke down in the sea of ​​knowledge. Mo Tianyi looked so slyly and slyly, slowly reaching out, his fingertips twitching and trying to touch the face, but suddenly appeared. The tiger's head blocked the way.