My cute little junior sister is too curly

He didn't want it, he just looked at Mo Jinghong, how many spirit stones did he give the little apprentice?
He was really just curious!
Feng Qingran: ...

Master, don't you call it disrespectful of integrity?
"Fuck! This Mo Jinghong is too inhuman! How can he be treated differently!" Ye Wentian stared at the storage bag with a heartbroken expression.

It's not that he hasn't seen the world, it's that he has never owned so many spirit stones in his life!
Thirty thousand top grade spirit stones!

Equal to [-] million low-grade spirit stones!

"Little apprentice, you give me all these. If your seventh senior brother asks, how will you explain?" Ye Wentian's handsome eyes lit up, and his heart beat wildly.

With these [-] best products, sell these monster corpses.

He can store at least [-] top-grade spirit stones in his hand.

Fifty thousand top-grade spirit stones are enough to buy several jars... Taibai Immortal Noodles!
"Huh? I..." Feng Qingran was thinking, her eyes fell on Ye Wentian's back, and her almond eyes suddenly widened.

Ye Wentian didn't notice Feng Qingran's abnormality, but excitedly said: "Little apprentice, telling lies will definitely not fool your seventh senior brother. You must have both truth and falsehood, avoid the serious and take the light!"

"But don't mention me in front of him, otherwise he will definitely guess that I took these spirit stones, you can cry directly in front of him, and then say: Senior brother spends a little spirit stone, and senior brother will intervene... "

"Little apprentice, what's wrong with your eyes? Are you cramping?" Ye Wentian saw Feng Qingran blinking at him desperately, but didn't react.

If it was in the past, he would definitely understand what Feng Qingran meant, but at this moment, his thoughts are all on the spirit stone.

"Master, why don't you continue talking?"

A cold voice suddenly reached Ye Wentian's ears.

Ye Wentian froze, turned around stiffly, "Jinghong... why are you here? How long have you been here? No, you... listen to my sophistry, no... you listen to my explanation, I actually want to test it Little apprentice..."

On Ye Wentian's face, there was no embarrassment of dumping the blame, only the guilty conscience when facing Mo Jinghong.

"Old man, do you believe what you said?" Mu Qianjue at the side shook his jade fan slightly, his peach blossom eyes were full of smiles, and he looked like he was watching the show.

Mo Jinghong was tall and tall, plump and handsome, with twinkling eyes.

Mo Jinghong looked at the piles of monster corpses behind the two, his eyes became deep and sharp, revealing an indescribable coldness.

Seeing the cold smile on the corner of Mo Jinghong's mouth, Ye Wentian shuddered.

Finished!

He seemed to have forgotten that the secret realms in Lingyun Sect were all set up by Mo Jinghong!

There must be such a fat-headed fish here, Mo Jinghong must have kept it useful...

Ye Wentian directly pushed Feng Qingran to the front with the idea of ​​being a dead fellow Taoist and not dying of Pingdao, "Jinghong, it was the little apprentice who wanted to eat fish, so I killed all the fish."

Ye Wentian was absolutely certain that Mo Jinghong would not blame Feng Qingran!

Feng Qingran looked dazed, and met Shang Mo's cold eyes.

A sentence came to her mind, there is no danger, the master is the greatest danger!

Mu Qianjue on the side raised his eyebrows, his handsome face was full of smiles, and said suavely: "Little sister, I can't tell, you have a big appetite? You are almost as good as Luanjin!"

Ye Wentian glared at Mu Qianjue, brat, you are here to fight against him, right?
Mu Qianjue smiled and nodded, as if to say: Yes!It was on purpose, come and hit me!
The two stared at each other, not like master and apprentice at all.

Sudden--

Ye Wentian felt a lightness in his hand, and watched the storage bag fall into Mo Jinghong's hand.

Mo Jinghong returned the storage bag to Feng Qingran, "Master, I must be embarrassed to take the spirit stone of my junior sister."

Ye Wentian stared at the storage bag eagerly, he was very embarrassed!
"Junior sister, remember, elders will never ask juniors for spirit stones, otherwise they will definitely be stabbed in the back by monks." Mo Jinghong's words blocked Ye Wentian's way.

Ye Wentian is not afraid of poking his spine, he is afraid that Mo Jinghong will settle accounts with him.

After all, I killed all the monsters raised by Mo Jinghong!
"Senior Brother Seven, I remember." A certain thought flashed through Feng Qingran's mind, overturning the previous thought.

Mo Jinghong took out two teleportation talismans, handed them to Mu Qianjue and Ye Wentian, and said to them, "Go back to the sect first, and the other four senior brothers, follow Master closely and don't let him run around."

"Okay." Mu Qianjue had no objection.

When passing through the sword mound, Mo Jinghong helped him get a good thing.

As for Ye Wentian!
At most, he can be regarded as a half-hearted master...

Ye Wentian didn't want to leave, he stared at the corpses of those magical beasts, "Jinghong, I have no credit but also hard work, why don't I share some of them?"

Mo Jinghong's eyes were cold, and with a flick of his sleeves, the teleportation talisman in their hands lit up and disappeared in place.

"Senior Brother Seven, I was wrong." Feng Qingran lowered her head, feeling the low air pressure. She felt an unprecedented sense of oppression on Mo Jinghong.

This was the first time that Mo Jinghong showed her coldness.

"Junior Junior Sister, do you know what's wrong?" Mo Jinghong's face was peerless, and the shadows in his phoenix eyes flowed, implying a trace of helplessness.

"I...I..." She didn't know what was wrong!

"You get a magic weapon, and you dare to make a contract easily? Who taught you?" Mo Jinghong's cold eyes gleamed with a deep light.

Mo Jinghong did not expect the scabbard of the Dragon Emperor Sword to appear so early.

Not to mention that Feng Qingran would get the scabbard and unintentionally open the sword mound.

If Zhuoyan hadn't told him about the Qingluan sword and scabbard, he might have planned to wait a few days before coming in.

Although there is danger hidden in the sword mound, it is not enough to threaten Feng Qingran's life, but it can make her strength grow rapidly.

Feng Qingran stood still, not daring to move, nor to speak.

When Mo Jinghong saw Feng Qingran who was like a quail, the coldness in his body dissipated, and he said in a deep voice: "Junior Sister, do you know why those aristocratic children with outstanding talents and abundant resources insist on entering the sect?"

Feng Qingran raised her head, met Shang Mo Jinghong's picturesque eyes, and shook her head.

Mo Jinghong's eyes were peaceful, "Because the sect holds secrets that the family doesn't know, in the world of immortality, it's not just about burying your head in cultivation, it also needs the guidance of someone with high knowledge. There are many things that are not recorded in ancient books."

"Just like junior sister, you prepared the formulas and exercises for everyone, and you will also make comments."

"Don't act rashly in the future, you can ask me anything you don't understand, and I won't hurt you." Mo Jinghong's eyes were deep and bright, shining like stars.

Feng Qingran's beautiful eyes looked forward, and the light in her eyes was as bright as spring flowers, "Senior Brother Seven, I'm sorry."

Feng Qingran apologized sincerely this time.

She made a big mistake this time. Knowing that the scabbard was not simple, she chose a direct contract because of something in her memory.

She is afraid that things will change later, and she wants to prove a fact.

She remembered that in the original book, Su Yanran took blood from Feng Qingran before contracting the scabbard.

After that, the scabbard was successfully contracted.

Later, when Su Yanran found the Dragon Emperor Sword, Feng Qingran was already dead.

But one thing is clearly written, that is, Su Yanran only contracted the scabbard, not the Dragon Emperor Sword.

The Dragon Emperor Sword can be used by Su Yanran because Su Yanran repaired its flaws.

All kinds of clues are connected together.

Let Feng Qingran guess, perhaps this sword should have belonged to Feng Qingran.

It should also belong to her now!

Mo Jinghong's crimson lips curled slightly, "Junior Junior Sister, put away these monsters first, and I will take you to find the Dragon Emperor Sword."

These magical beasts were indeed raised here by him, but not to protect them, but to cover up the aura of the Dragon Emperor Sword.

Those ferocious beasts have been looking for the whereabouts of the Dragon Emperor Sword in order to leave the Ten Directions Domain.

They don't know that the Dragon Emperor Sword is under their noses.

Fortunately, Ye Wentian didn't take Feng Qingran down the river, otherwise no one would be able to save them.

The water in the river is weak, and once it sinks, it is impossible to float up without a special boat.

In addition, the weak water can block the smell, so that the fierce beast is completely ignorant of what happened here.

"Senior Brother Seven, Master caught this..." Feng Qingran chose his words carefully.

"Take it all, he must be embarrassed to ask for it."

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The two walked about three miles along the river.

Mo Jinghong stopped, "It's right here, but whether you can subdue the Dragon Emperor Sword or not depends on the junior sister herself."

"Senior brother, I will definitely subdue it!" Feng Qingran's eyes flashed determination, she could not give up any chance to become stronger.

Ever since Ye Wentian told her about the Five Elements Spiritual Root.

Feng Qingran vaguely felt that perhaps her enemy was not Su Yanran, but the Dao of Heaven behind her.

After all, Su Yanran is powerful because Su Yanran is the heroine in the book, and because of her intuition for treasure hunting, there will even be treasures delivered to her door.

Including a group of male supporting actors, rushing to deliver resources to Su Yanran.

But these things may all be arranged by heaven.

Because the stronger Su Yanran is, the less chance she has to stand up as a female supporting role, and the chance of being able to cultivate the Dao is slimmer.

In this way, Tiandao doesn't need to worry, and there is one more person on his head.

Mo Jinghong looked at the river, his eyes were cold, and his face, which turned all living beings upside down, was extremely handsome.

His pair of phoenix eyes are as deep as a cold pool, his whole body is noble, and there is a supreme dignity that cannot be concealed between his brows.

Mo Jinghong raised his hands, drawing something quickly in the air, his sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a swimming dragon, as graceful as Jinghong, the red light in his eyes flashed past.

Suddenly, a vortex appeared in the river in front of him.

This vortex is different from the vortex created by Ye Wentian.

The vortex flows very fast, but the surrounding river is calm and calm.

Suddenly, streaks of golden light shot out from the vortex.

The more golden light shot out, the more pressure Feng Qingran felt.

Soon, the overwhelming coercion hit Feng Qingran, making Feng Qingran's soul tremble.

Feng Qingran mobilized the remaining spiritual power in her body to resist the terrifying coercion.

But like an ant shaking an elephant, it is completely useless.

Feng Qingran's forehead was covered with fine sweat, her lips were slightly pale, but her apricot eyes shone with determination like glass.

As the golden light became more and more prosperous, the golden light gradually gathered into a huge golden dragon.

The phantom of the golden dragon hovered above the river, but those hollow pupils made people feel pressured.

"Junior Sister, this is the sword spirit you want to subdue, let it submit to you, and the Dragon Emperor Sword will recognize you as master!" Mo Jinghong's voice was cold.

Looking at the circling golden dragon, Feng Qingran felt chills on her back and her heart was beating like a drum, but she still walked to the bank of the river firmly.

When Feng Qingran walked to the bank of the river, the phantom in midair became more solid.

Immediately afterwards, an angry voice sounded, "The ants also want to be my master!"