"You! Who are you!"

Although Wei Zhong was still calm, Qing Huan could see that he felt weak at the moment. Although the people around him were not as good as him in their cultivation, they were all top-notch players. Now that Qing Huan waved her, you can imagine how shocked Wei Zhong was inexplicably.

Qinghuan did not answer him, but walked step by step, stopped a few meters away from Weizhong, and asked politely: "I have a little pet named Ji Guang. I heard that I can give it back to me from your place?"

Although it was a question, there was basically no room for Wei Zhong to refuse.

Thinking of the mysterious spirit beast that he could not find out the origin, thinking of the huge help he had received in the spirit beast over the past four hundred years, a hint of greed flashed through Wei Zhong's eyes, and he would never return the auspicious light! "I don't know what the 'auspicious light' is what the girl said. Why do I come to my sect if I want to find my pet?"

"Wei Zhong, what else are you pretending to be in front of me?" Qing Huan laughed at Wei Zhong's pretending. "Did you want me to call you 'Jiuying'?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhong's expression changed drastically: "I don't know what you are saying. If you are talking nonsense here again, don't blame me for blasting you out!"

"If you have this ability, just use it." Qing Huan laughed. "I won't talk nonsense to you, and I will return Ji Guang."

"I said, I don't know what 'Ji Guang'!" Wei Zhong roared softly.

His repeated denials finally made Qinghuan feel impatient. "Is that right? 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."

"Miss is too bullying!" Wei Zhong waved his sleeves, and hundreds of disciples of Wanjian Sect rushed into the hall and surrounded Qing Huan, with the intention of making her unable to get out of Wanjian Sect today. "My Wanjian Sect is the right way to cultivate immortals, so why are you and others entering and leaving at will! Please leave 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. When he saw her anxious expression, he asked in a low voice: "But something happened?"

Mei Aorong was anxious: "Brother Zhong, Tonger has not returned since he left in the morning. I am so worried about him! This child has always been sensible and will never come back so late!"

After not seeing her for four hundred years, Mei Aorong is still beautiful, but she has changed from a graceful female cultivator to a more charming, mature and charming young woman. Her long black hair was tied into a bun, and she stood beside Wei Zhong in a purple silk skirt. The couple looked particularly good.

Wei Zhong was about to comfort Mei Aorong a few more words, but Qinghuan laughed: "Are you talking about him?"

On her snow-white and tender palm, a transparent light ball was trapped in a child who was cursing with a fierce face. At this moment, when she saw Wei Zhong and Mei Aorong, the child was immediately excited and kept beating the light ball and trying to go out.

Wei Zhong's expression turned cold: "If a girl has a grudge against her, she will come to challenge her directly, so why would she vent her anger on a child? If it spreads out, she is not afraid of making jokes from the monks in the world!"

Qinghuan shrugged indifferently: "If you give me Jiguang, I will give you your child." Anyway, it's not a good child. 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 lives he has killed in my hands, so it would be better for this family to die early.

Although Mei Feitong is in her sixties and mature mind, she is particularly dependent on her parents. She started crying immediately. Mei Aorong's heart is about to be broken by him. She looked at Wei Zhong pitifully and begged him to return Ji Guang to Qinghuan with her eyes. Although the spirit beast is good, it is not as important as her son! Besides, if they lose a spirit beast, they can still hunt the second one, but if they don't have a child, where should they find the second one?

Although Wei Zhong was cruel and ruthless to others, he treated his wife and son with deep affection. He gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you." After that, he swung his sleeves and a white object hit Qinghuan straight. Qinghuan quickly caught his eyes and hands. The little life within his tentacles was covered with skinny skin, and the snow-white fur was stained with dust. After touching her, she even had a few bones clearly visible. She was annoyed, and the red mark on the eyebrows became faintly visible, "Things that don't know what they are alive or dead."

Just as she was about to start a killing, Ji Guang in her palm suddenly meowed, raised her little head, and her big blue eyes were shining red, obviously she recognized her.

Seeing Ji Guang licking and rubbing Qinghuan's hand, Wei Zhong felt very upset. He had been raising this beast for hundreds of years, but he had never kissed him like this. Instead, he always regarded him as an enemy! Otherwise, if he got the mysterious spirit beast, how could he be willing to suck it? Isn't it because this little beast is not well-versed! Could it be that... this woman is really the owner of the little beast?

"Okay, don't act cute. I asked you to be by his side, but I didn't ask you to make yourself look like this." Qinghuan sighed, and gently tapped Ji Guang's index finger at the lightning-shaped mark with bloody brows. Suddenly, the white light was soaring. In the blink of an eye, the little white cat with haggard fur disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a divine beast with wings with snow-white body, with only a fiery mane. Its eyes were blue, and sometimes red light flashed by, its momentum was like lightning, rushing like thunder, holy as snow, unattainable, and daunting. But at the same time, it was extremely beautiful, making people unable to help but look at it.

However, this divine beast that was admired by people fell down in front of Qinghuan. Qinghuan took advantage of the opportunity to sit on Ji Guang's back, and her slender fingers gently combed the warm fur, and sighed softly: "The original shape is so beautiful."

Ji Guang screamed proudly, obviously he was also satisfied with his perfect and sacred appearance.

Wei Zhong regretted it! If he had known that the kitten named Ji Guang would have such a shape, he would never have returned it no matter what! At this moment, he could only take the child back first and find a way to do something about Ji Guang! So he clasped his fists and said, "Girl, now I have returned Ji Guang, can I put the dog on my back?"

"Previously, didn't you say you didn't know what Ji Guang is or where Ji Guang is?" Qing Huan asked.

The disciples in the hall also felt strange, turned their heads to look at Wei Zhong, waiting for him to give an answer. Wei Zhong was very nervous, and he was used to being arrogant and forgot... Most of the disciples of the Wanjian Sect didn't know his true face at all! But how should he explain? Just as his brain was rotating rapidly, Mei Aorong moved her lotus steps and walked up to salute Qinghuan slightly: "Girl, the kitten was accidentally picked up by a dog playing in the mountains. He loved it very much and insisted that we and my wife take care of him. I never thought that this was the girl's spirit beast. If you offend me, please forgive me." As he said that, he gave a deep bow.

If this is someone else, it would be fine. But Qinghuan is not someone else. She ignored the loophole in Mei Aorong's words, stroked Ji Guang's fiery mane, and said, "Spiritual Beast? My Ji Guang is not a spirit beast, it is a divine beast."

The divine beast?! It is said that... it exists, and no one has seen it before. People in the world basically think that it does not exist... the divine beast?!

If Wei Zhong's regret was only 80% before, then now it was already out of the blue. He stared at Ji Guang greedily, considering how much benefit he could get from it. No wonder... No wonder! No wonder this little beast has been absorbed by him, but he has never died. He has lived for four hundred years! Other spirit beasts, even the high-level eighth-level spirit beast, will last for a few months at most. Only this little beast, otherwise he would not have stayed it for so long!

So as the owner of the divine beast, how powerful is this woman? Wei Zhong doesn't know. He couldn't feel Qinghuan's level. Her steps were light and silent. She seemed to have no cultivation, but from her performance, she was never simple! It is said that people who truly achieved the great way could control their pressure as they please, and others could not see it at all. Could it be that... Wei Zhong frowned and lost doubts about Qinghuan's identity as the "uncle master" for the first time: "Dare you ask how old the girl is?"

Geometry? Qing Huan laughed and said, "I'm very old, very old."

Wei Zhong rolled his eyes and took the lead in kneeling down: "Disciple, pay homage to Master Uncle!"

Mei Aorong deserves to be his wife whom he thought of, and immediately knelt down. A real couple in charge of the sect took the lead, so the other disciples naturally put away the swords in their hands and bowed one after another: "Disciples are waiting to pay homage to the uncle of the master!"

He is really a master of the times. If Wei Zhong has not deviated from the right path, with his nature, Qinghuan is indeed willing to help him. Unfortunately, she sat on Ji Guang's back and threw the light ball in her hand towards Wei Zhong: "Give it back to your son."

Wei Zhong almost took it, Mei Feitong was crying and tears were snotted, and her heart-wrenching appearance made Mei Aorong feel like a knife. Women are born with maternal love, and now they are no longer the use of the five spirit roots of the past, but a powerful monk who is about to enter the God Transformation Stage. His son has returned to his side safely. Mei Aorong couldn't help but ask for justice with Qinghuan: "Uncle Master, our Wanjian Sect has always paid attention to the word "rituals". Although my son has a bad personality, he has no bad intentions. Why did Uncle Master treat him like this? He is still a child!" After saying that, he hugged Mei Feitong and tears fell. "My poor child!"

Seeing that she was crying, Mei Aorong's image among the disciples was very upright, she immediately attracted many people's sympathy. This was her usual method. She had never failed for hundreds of years. I don't know how many want to compete with her or the sister who admired Weizhong lost to her in this move, so she used it without thinking.
Chapter completed!