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Chapter 310 Jealousy

Chapter 310 Jealousy

Several people present looked at Mu Sheng and then at An Qingli, wanting to know what An Qingli said, which made the grandmaster surprised and delighted.

An Qingli coughed and said seriously: "Ignore this for now, business is more important."

Then he sent a message and informed his master in detail about the bet.

Shangshan glanced at An Qingli, then looked at Mu Sheng, cupped his hands and said to Mu Sheng, "Thank you, Grandmaster, for taking the time to come here regardless of past grievances."

"Tsk, Shangshan, you are so good at playing, be careful how you get involved." Mu Sheng was in a very happy mood and wanted to pat Shangshan's shoulder again.

But this time, Shang Shan frowned slightly and calmly avoided it, allowing Mu Sheng to miss with his palm.

Mu Sheng shook his gorgeous sleeves and robe, but it was rare for him to be generous and not care about it so much. Anyway, if the Supreme Being accepted a few more mist spirits, they would all be trampled under his feet.

"Hahaha, you are busy working, but don't lose yourself!"

Mu Sheng hugged the little fox and happily went above the white mist.

The monks who were originally trapped in the white mist were put into the sleeves of the ancestor of Tianyun Sect and thrown upward. The trapped monks, including Yue Hongyun and four others, were instantly blown away by a strong wind.

It was sent straight to high altitude.

"Thank you so much, Ancestor Tianyun Sect! Thank you, Ancestor Tianyun Sect!"

The people who were rescued were extremely grateful. Some of them had never even seen the Yuanying monks in this life, but they were taken into the sleeves of the Tribulation Ancestor and saved their lives. It was really a great honor.

They were people who had been personally rescued by the ancestor of the Tribulation Realm, so they were particularly proud of themselves.

The white mist was temporarily quiet, and only the two ancestors of the Tribulation, Qi Min and Qigao, an eighth-level Thunder Winged Tiger, the two Nascent Soul Lords Shangshan Duoze, and the Zhu Zhu were left.

Brother Ji.

The ninth-level Lei Yihu and Mu Sheng were watching the show above the white mist. There were other people watching the show around them, but they were all very far away and did not dare to approach the Mahayana Realm.

"Then so and so, you're just a little guy, why are you here to join in the fun?"

Wu Ling suddenly made a noise. It didn't like An Qingli. He had a scar on his face but could not hide his beauty. His eyes were intelligent and lively, and even attracted Shangshan to look at him carefully twice.

Could it be that the Supreme Being is interested in this little foundation building?

How can that work!

Wu Xingyun is cheap, but Little Foundation Establishment is not cheap either!

The woman on the pear tree crossed her arms in displeasure.

An Qingli shrugged and said, "Then I'll just step back."

"No need." Shangshan said calmly, "One more of you is not more, and one less of you is not more. We just rely on Patriarch Qi Min for everything."

Qi Min took a sip of the wine and said happily: "Then I'll try my best."

"Hey, that little Zhuji." Wu Ling said again, "Stay far away from Shangshan and stand between the two old men who are crossing the tribulation."

An Qingli was quite speechless, but a little fox's voice came from above his head: "My disciple of Mu Sheng, you can stand wherever you want. Good girl, stand on top of Shang Shan's head."

Little Thunder Winged Tiger's heart moved, thinking that Sister Fox was going to let him pull the poop onto Shangshan's head again.

But now that it has reached level four, it can no longer do such embarrassing things.

"Hey, you can have this! Good disciple, step on Shan Shan's head." Mu Sheng glanced at the little fox approvingly, feeling quite proud, and thought to himself, "Shang Shan, you can lend me your apprentice's help, how can you do it without paying some price?"

"Master, stop making trouble, business is important." An Qingli was speechless again, summoned the little Thunder Winged Tiger, turned over and sat on the tiger's back.

Wu Ling crossed his arms again. This little foundation actually had a Thunder Winged Tiger as a demon pet. It was really a rich family background.

Could it be that Shangshan took a fancy to this little girl's family background and took the initiative to marry into her?

When Wu Ling thought about it, she felt a little more resentful.

"Old Ancestor." Little Lei Yihu carried An Qingli and walked to the side of the eighth-level Lei Yihu.

"Don't dare." The eighth-level Thunder Winged Tiger got down on all fours and turned into a fierce tiger. Its size instantly became twice its normal size, allowing the little Thunder Winged Tiger and An Qingli to sit on its back.

"Then it's better to obey orders than to be respectful." An Qingli and Xiao Huzi jumped up and sat on the broad tiger's back.

"Hey!" Wu Ling's eyes turned red again. What happened now? This eighth-level Thunder Winged Tiger actually showed respect to Little Zhuji's demon pet, and even let Little Zhuji sit on its back.

Not to mention Wu Ling, even Mu Sheng was a little jealous.

The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger next to me never allowed me to sit on its back.

Sitting on the back is a master-servant relationship, not an equal relationship.

"Why, Mu Sheng, are you jealous?" the ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger asked cheerfully.

Mu Sheng nodded matter-of-factly, feeling a little expectant in his heart.

If he could really sit on the back of the majestic ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger, another picture of the Grandmaster Riding the Beast would be sold like crazy.

"Then come on." The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger also grew in stature. He cheerfully stretched out his hand, hugged Mu Sheng's waist, carried him to his left shoulder, and sat on him.

But what is helpless is that the ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger is in human form, and Mu Sheng sits on its shoulders, just like a child sitting on his father's shoulders.

A kind father and a filial son.

"Put me down." Mu Sheng, who was dressed in rich clothes, covered his face and bowed his back. He was so ashamed that he seemed to hear the ridicule in the distance.

The people watching from a distance were indeed covering their mouths to hold back laughter.

The picture of the master covering his face is selling like crazy in Tianyun Zongfang Market.

In the white mist, the search has officially begun and will last for seven days.

The Tianyun Sect's team gathered together and searched carefully bit by bit.

The little tiger rolled around on the broad tiger's back of his ancestor and asked An Qingli boredly: "Master, just now the master was here, why did you say good things to this good person? The little fox still remembers his grudge."

"Is that a good thing?" An Qingli, a small Zhuji who was regarded as an outsider, sat cross-legged on the tiger's back and replied calmly, "Shangshan, the future number one in the sect, is not just a name.

That’s it. It’s impossible for the sect to always rely on you, the Thunder Winged Tiger Clan, and maybe, in the future, my disciples and grandchildren will still need to rely on the Supreme Being to protect them.”

"That's true."

Little Huzi nodded after being taught. These ancestors of his came here for the elixir. If Mu Sheng had any good intentions, these ancestors would disperse.

When the time comes, those who have grudges against the sect and have agendas may attack the sect in groups, just like they did against the Huayan Sect.

If you are not strong enough, it is inevitable to climb high and fall heavy.

Xiao Huzi has been practicing with An Qingli for more than ten years. He has seen many such things. One consort was beheaded. The consort's family, the man mined and the woman worked as a prostitute, provoked resentful spirits and caused trouble in the princess's house.

It's a mess.

The eighth-level Thunder Winged Tiger, accompanying Ancestor Qi Min, slowly walked step by step through the white mist jungle.

"How is it?" Ancestor Qi Min sent a message to An Qingli.

An Qingli asked Xiao Lingxi before replying calmly: "No trace has been found yet, but this fog spirit may exist in two forms."

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