Han Wan's nose wrinkled, and a trace of confusion flashed across her watery pupils.

"Fellow Daoist Han, your spirit beast is hindering Ye."

A cold male voice reached Han Wan's ears. She followed the sound and saw that the most lonely monk in the team named Ye had ended his retreat at some point and was standing in the hall of the suite.

At this time, a strange green snake with a pair of purple flesh wings blocked in front of him, hissing and spitting out snake messages, and kept making strange and irritable screams.

"Sorry, Fellow Daoist Ye lives in seclusion. It is not familiar with your aura, so it shows hostility."

Han Wan Shuang smiled apologetically and put up a shield to cover the strange snake.

This is the green water-patterned snake she bought from Xu Qiaoqiao at the ferry of Xikou Island for thirteen thousand spiritual stones.

Two days ago, after successfully taming the snake, she placed it in the hall to let it breathe.

Unexpectedly, this snake was so hostile to Chen Ping.

"boom"

The strange snake violently hit the yellow shield, causing the light shield to tremble. It seemed to be quite powerful.

Seeing this, Han Wan's expression changed, and with a wave of her sleeves, she put the green water-patterned snake into the spirit beast bracelet.

"It has low intelligence, and I can't teach it well. Fellow Taoist Ye, please don't care about it."

Han Wan Shuang bowed slightly and said in a lukewarm tone.

At the same time, she was particularly puzzled. How could the Blue Water Pattern Snake continue to attack after being comforted by her?

However, the other party was only in the late stage of foundation building, and he sincerely apologized, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

"Hey, this little snake is only at the peak of the first level. Are you afraid that it will bite you, Fellow Daoist Ye?"

Li Hongyan looked at him and said calmly.

"Ye just doesn't like the snake clan."

After explaining softly, Chen Ping closed his mouth and stood alone, keeping a few feet away from everyone.

The reason why he is so easy to talk to is purely because of the violent reaction of the Blue Water Pattern Snake, which was actually provoked by him deliberately using his spiritual consciousness.

Han Wanshuang went everywhere to buy monsters from the Bishui clan, but he always kept them in mind.

It's a pity that he hasn't seen any clue yet.

"Zhou Wuchun, you arrived a little later than the agreed time."

In the golden boat, a sweet and crisp female voice came out, and then the blue light flashed on the bow of the boat, and a slender young girl appeared silently in the air.

This woman is about six feet tall, with long red hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes closed, and circles of swirling black patterns carved on her arms.

"The error of one or two hours seems to be quite normal in deep-sea routes. Please forgive me, Fellow Taoist Xiong."

With a flash of inspiration, a white-robed scholar suddenly appeared, one foot hovering, it was Zhou Wuchun who was guarding the Wind Slayer.

"Haha, the Zhou family monks' magical powers are not very good, but finding all kinds of lame excuses is your strong point."

A cold look appeared on the girl's face, and her closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of dull red eyes.

As he glanced at the strange girl with his peripheral vision, Chen Ping secretly became wary.

There was no sign of life in this woman, but instead she was filled with a strong aura of death.

Because she is not a living person at all, but a human puppet controlled by monks.

Within the Yinluo Sect, only Xiong Dingtian, a well-known puppet master, is qualified to create third-level high-quality puppets.

"What a shame, this guy is deliberately trying to make things difficult for me because of his advanced cultivation!"

Being humiliated by fellow monks in public made Zhou Wuchun furious.

But he kept Wu Pavilion Master's warning in mind and said in a low voice: "Don't blame me, fellow Taoist Xiong, this matter is entirely Zhou's responsibility."

Xiong Dingtian's weird temper is as well-known as his supernatural powers. Now that his clan brother is not around, offending him will definitely not bring good results.

"snort!"

There was a wave in front of the girl, and the figure of a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe with ordinary facial features emerged little by little.

"Zhou Wuchun, you don't think that if you take a step back, the world will be brighter, right?"

The man in gray robe tilted his lips and said indifferently: "You delayed me for two hours. One hour is fifty thousand spiritual stones. Give me one hundred thousand, and I won't hold you accountable."

"Fellow Taoist Xiong, harmony brings wealth."

A stream of light green light fell, and Wu Feihe slowly walked out and stood between Zhou Wuchun and Xiong Dingtian.

Wu Feihe also had an extremely headache at this time.

Xiong Dingtian's temper was so weird that she wasn't sure whether he would give her face.

"Since Pavilion Master Wu has opened the Golden Mouth, you, Zhou Wuchun, will be considered lucky today."

After pondering for a moment, Xiong Dingtian said condescendingly.

One hundred thousand spirit stones are not important at all, humiliating Zhou Jiayuan Dan in public is his purpose.

During the war that year, one of his grandsons, who was promising Yuan Dan, died in the hands of a member of the Zhou family. If Gu Zhenren, the head of Lan Yue Sect, had not issued an edict not to allow the two sides to restart the killing, he would have wanted to tear all the Zhou family members to pieces on the spot.

"Fellow Taoist Xiong, please come to my secret retreat room for a cup of tea."

Seeing that Xiong Dingtian did not pester him relentlessly, Wu Feihe breathed a sigh of relief and invited with a smile.

"Pavilion Master Wu, you're welcome. Xiong just happens to have something to explain to the Pavilion Master."

Cupping his hands, Xiong Dingtian swayed and sat on the girl's smooth, jade-like neck.

"Ouch!"

The girl puppet let out a low roar, revealing a mouthful of blood-red sharp teeth.

A strong man riding a short girl, this scene is as weird as possible.

But among the hundreds of foundation builders watching in the two spiritual ships, no one dared to show their laughter.

Even Zhou Wuchun, who was in the Yuan Dan realm, was bullied by him as if he were giving a lesson to his juniors. If they had the slightest offense, it would be the same as actively sending their heads to be chopped off!

"The spirit ship keeps moving forward!"

Xiong Dingtian ordered coldly.

Then he flicked the back of the girl's head with his finger, and the puppet's seemingly thin limbs suddenly spread out, like a grasshopper, it jumped very far, and shot directly into the top box of the Windkiller.
Chapter completed!