"You! Who are you!"

Although Wei Zhong still has a calm appearance, Qing Huan can see that his heart is empty at the moment. Although the people around him are not as good as him, they are all first-class players. , you can imagine how terrified Wei Zhong felt in his heart.

Qing Huan did not answer him, but approached step by step, stopped a few meters away from Wei Zhong, and asked politely, "I have a pet named Ji Guang, I heard that it is with you, Can you give it back to me?"

Although it was an interrogation, there was basically no room for Wei Zhong to refuse.

Thinking of that mysterious spirit beast, whose origin he couldn't find out at all, thinking of the huge help he had received from that spirit beast over the past four hundred years, but there was a glint of greed in the bottom of Zhong's eyes, and he would never give Jiguang back! "I don't know what the girl said about 'Jiguang'. Why did the girl want to find her own pet, so why did she come to teach me?"

"Wei Zhong, what are you pretending to be in front of me?" Qing laughed happily at Wei Zhong's pretence. "Could it be, do you want me to call you 'Jiuying'?"

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

"You have the ability, just use it." Qing smiled happily. "I'm not talking nonsense with you, I will return Jiguang."

"I said, I don't know what 'Jiguang' is!" Wei Zhong growled lowly.

His repeated denials finally made Qing Huan feel impatient. "Well, that's fine. You know, you have to give it back to me, and if you don't know, you have to give it back to me."

"The girl is too deceiving!" Wei Zhongyi waved his sleeves, and hundreds of Wanjianzong disciples rushed into the hall to surround Qinghuan, with the intention of preventing her from leaving Wanjianzong today. "My Ten Thousand Swords Sect is the righteous way of cultivating immortals. How can you and others come and go at will! Please leave the girl quickly!"

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

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

Mei Aorong was furious: "Brother Zhong, Tong Er hasn't returned since he left in the early morning. I'm so worried about him! This child has always been sensible, and he will never come back so late!"

After 400 years of not seeing her, Mei Aorong is still beautiful, but she has changed from a splendid female cultivator to a more charming, mature and charming young woman. Her jet-black long hair was tied into a bun, and she was standing beside Wei Zhong in a purple dress. The couple looked very talented and beautiful.

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

On her snow-white and tender palm, a transparent ball of light was trapped in a child who was full of swearing and scolding. At this moment, seeing Wei Zhong and Mei Aorong, the child immediately became excited and kept pounding the ball of light as he wanted to go out.

Wei Zhong's expression turned cold: "If the girl has a grudge against the subordinates, she would go to the door to challenge her directly, why would she take a child to vent her anger! If it spreads out, I'm not afraid to make the world's monks laugh!"

Qing Huan shrugged indifferently: "You give me Jiguang, and I will give back your child." Anyway, he is not a good boy. Compared with the doll named A Yuan, this Mei Feitong is simply a beast. Relying on the appearance of the child, I don't know how many people's lives were buried in their hands, it would be better for the family to die earlier.

Although Mei Feitong was in her sixties and had a mature mind, she was very dependent on her parents. She started crying immediately. Mei Aorong's heart was about to be broken by him. She looked at Weizhong pitifully and begged with her eyes. He returned Jiguang to Qinghuan. Although the spirit beast is good, it is not worth the importance of the son! Besides, if they lost one spirit beast, they could still hunt for the second one, but without the child, where would they go to find the second one?

Although Wei Zhong was cruel and ruthless towards others, he was very affectionate towards his wife and son, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you will be." After saying that, a white object smashed straight at Qing Huan. come over. Qing Huan caught it quickly with his eyes and hands. The little life within his reach was bony, and the snow-white fur was stained with dust. When he touched it, even a few bones were clearly visible. She was annoyed, and the red mark between her eyebrows was looming, "I don't know what is dead or alive."

Just when she was about to start the killing ring, Ji Guang in the palm of her hand suddenly meowed, raised her head, and her big blue eyes glowed red, obviously recognizing her.

Seeing Jiguang licking and rubbing against Qinghuan's hand, Weizhong felt very unhappy. He had raised this beast for hundreds of years, but he had never kissed him like this before, but he always regarded him as an enemy! Otherwise, how could he be willing to absorb the mysterious spirit beast? It's not that this little beast is unfamiliar! Could it be that... this woman is really the owner of the little beast?

"Okay, don't act like a spoiled child, I told you to stay by his side with him, but I didn't tell you to make yourself look like this." Qing Huan sighed, and lightly tapped Jiguang's brows with blood-red lightning with her index finger shape imprint. Immediately, the white light flourished, and in the blink of an eye, the haggard-haired little white cat disappeared, replaced by a divine beast with ribbed wings, a snow-white body, and only a fiery red mane. Its eyes are blue, red light flashes occasionally, its momentum is like electricity, it is galloping like thunder, it is holy like snow, and it is unattainable and daunting. But at the same time, it is extremely beautiful, which makes people unable to stop looking at it.

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

Jiguang let out an arrogant cry, and it was obvious that he was also satisfied with his perfect and divine appearance.

Wei Zhong regrets it! If he had known that the kitten named Jiguang would have such a shape, he would never have returned it anyway! At this moment, the only way is to get Tonger back first, and then think of a solution for Jiguang's affairs! So he clasped his fists and said, "Girl, now that I have returned Jiguang, can you let go of the dog?"

"Before, didn't you say you didn't know what Jiguang was or where Jiguang was?" Qing Huan asked.

The disciples in the hall also felt strange and turned to look at Wei Zhong, waiting for him to give an answer. Wei Zhongxin was stunned, he was used to being aloof, and he forgot... Most of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect did not know his true face at all! But how would he explain it? Just as his brain was spinning rapidly, Mei Aorong moved the lotus step lightly, stepped forward and bowed slightly to Qing Huan: "Girl, that kitten was accidentally picked up by the dog playing in the mountains, He loves it very much, and he insists that our husband and wife take care of him. I never thought that this is a girl's spirit beast, and if I offend you, I will ask the girl Haihan." After speaking, he gave a deep salute.

If it were someone else, it would definitely be fine. But Qinghuan was not someone else. She ignored the loopholes in Mei Aorong's words, stroked Jiguang's fiery red mane, and said, "Spirit beast? My Jiguang is not a spiritual beast, it is a divine beast."

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

If Weizhong's regret was only 80% before, then now, it has already exploded. He stared greedily at Ji-gwang, considering how much he could benefit from it. No wonder...no wonder! No wonder this little beast has been absorbed and cultivated by him, but he has not died, and has lived for four hundred years! Other spirit beasts, even high-level eighth-level spirit beasts, can last for a few months at most, only this little beast, otherwise he would not have kept it for so long!

So as the owner of the divine beast, how powerful is this woman? Wei Zhong didn't know. He couldn't feel the level of Qinghuan. She walked lightly and silently, and seemed to have no cultivation, but from her performance, she was by no means simple! It is said that those who have truly attained the Dao can control the coercion at will, and others can't see it at all. Could it be that... Wei Zhong frowned, and for the first time, he had no doubts about Qing Huan's "Uncle Master" status: "Dare to ask the girl Fangling. geometry?"

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

Wei Zhong rolled his eyes, took the lead and knelt down: "This disciple pays respects to the uncle!"

Mei Aorong was worthy of being the wife he thought of, and immediately knelt down. With the acting head teacher and the real husband and wife taking the lead, the other disciples naturally put away their swords and bowed down one after another: "Disciples, wait to meet the uncle!"

It's really a good man who knows the current affairs. If Wei Zhong didn't deviate from the right path, with his character, Qing Huan would indeed be willing to help him, but it's a pity. Sitting on Ji Guang's back, she threw the light ball in her hand towards Wei Zhong: "Return your son."

But Zhong Xianjian took it, Mei Feitong was crying tears and snot, and Mei Aorong's heart was broken by her heart-piercing appearance. Women are born with maternal love, and now that she is no longer a waste of five spiritual roots, but a powerful cultivator who is about to enter the stage of spiritual transformation, and her son has returned safely, Mei Aorong can't help it. Going to seek justice with Qing Huan: "Master Uncle, our Wanjian Sect always pays attention to etiquette. Although my son has a stubborn personality, he has no bad intentions. Why did Uncle Master treat him like this? He is just a child!" After speaking, holding Mei Feitong, tears fell. "My poor child!"

When all the disciples in the hall saw her crying so much, Mei Aorong's usual image among the disciples was very decent, and immediately aroused the sympathy of many people. This is her usual method. She has never failed for hundreds of years. don't know how many times want to compete with her, or the senior sisters who love Weizhong lost to her, so she used it without thinking. .

But it's too powerful to look down on such a clown-like weakness. Qing Huan just glanced at her, and Mei Aorong felt an indescribable pressure that made her breathless.