Chen Yang could see that what was retracting back as heavy as stagnant sand before was simply an act!
"It's fishing!"
“Fishing for fishing!”
Wan Yingluo was not satisfied with catching the giant's head. She was obviously fishing to see what she could catch, and then packed it up and took it away.
Who would have thought that what came was the three-headed demon Yinglong that he couldn't afford to offend.
She immediately twitched her arms and screamed.
Chen Yang was stuck for a long time, and finally sighed in his heart: "He is indeed a master of the Demon Sect."
"It's so high and so magical!"
Wan Yingluo didn't seem to be embarrassed at all by the younger disciples when she almost caught a shark while fishing. She threw it away and caught it with great interest, playing with the giant's head in her hand.
Chen Yang also followed the giant's head up and down several times before he recognized it.
"The previous giant's head shocked the human race. It was huge and had seven or eight eyes. How terrifying was it?"
"At this moment."
"It condensed into a small black ball on Wan Yingluo's hand, about the same size as a table tennis ball. It was played like a yo-yo. It's really difficult to recognize it."
Wan Yingluo tossed it around for a while, seemed bored, turned around and glanced at Chen Yang, her lips pursed, but she didn't speak.
Chen Yang took the lead and said with great tact: "If my uncle hadn't struck first, this giant's head would have almost escaped. Please allow me, my junior, to borrow flowers and offer it to Buddha, and dedicate it to my uncle."
Wan Yingluo's lips curved up, and she slowly shook her head and said, "This is a trophy for a kid like you. As an elder, I shouldn't take it away from you."
"It's just that this giant head has attracted the attention of many elders in the inner sect, and you can't keep it."
Chen Yang nodded, he believed this.
Although he did not witness the arrival of Master Gu and others, or the scene where a group of elders were stopped at the inner gate mountain gate, it did not mean that Chen Yang was not mentally prepared.
The movement caused by Gai Fantian was too great, and the movement of the giant's head breathing through the array was even greater.
It cannot be covered.
Chen Yang was at peace in his heart and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Offering this giant's head to Wan Yingluo was indeed his true intention.
"Not to mention the kindness of Wan Yingluo's previous reminder. I just said that I gave you the benefit in advance. I see that this is a good elder. If you don't hurry up and hug Hua's thigh, when will you wait?"
Wan Yingluo tilted her ears, as if she heard something. This scene made Chen Yang's heart skip a beat. She was worried that if the senior Daxiu had some magic power to listen to the inner voice, he would hear something he shouldn't, such as sliding his thigh.
That's a shame.
Fortunately, Wan Yingluo spoke again and just said: "Well, as an elder, I can't accept your child's treasure for nothing, so I will give this to you."
When Chen Yang heard that there was a gift to be received, his spirits suddenly lifted.
There was no resentment in the first place, but now I feel even more satisfied.
Chen Yang acted like he meant it, without any cover-up, and looked at Wan Yingluo with eager eyes.
As for the hypocritical words of retreat, Chen Yang would not use them to show off his embarrassment in front of such a senior Daxiu, they are all left over from other people's fun.
Wan Yingluo threw the giant's head into the air, then used her free hand to fumble around in the baby's swaddling clothes, took out something, pushed it towards Chen Yang, and then calmly caught the fallen giant's head.
Chen Yang hurriedly took it with both hands.
"Huh?"
He saw something as light as a feather in his palm, and some of the two-foot-long monks were confused.
It was an incense stick the size of a palm.
The whole body of the incense stick is light golden, and the pottery body is glazed. It looks like there is a hole in the forest, which leads directly to the inside of the crater. It can be seen that there are scattered huts in the village, with human figures among them, and chickens and dogs chatting with each other.
While Chen Yang was still observing, Wan Yingluo introduced: "This object is from when I was a young girl. When I borrowed the power of my teacher to travel around the world for the first time, I met a strange man in a small world that was about to come to an end."
"In that small world, there is a way of cultivation called literary spirit. The monks use poems, songs, and theoretical articles to resonate with all the saints. After cultivating the literary spirit in their chests, they can speak in sentences and follow the law."
"That strange man is a leader among others. When others are about to die, he chants an article, every word of which is precious, and floats in the sky to become a beautiful article of stars."
"When literature is exhausted, people are extinct."
"His Taoist body and magical power collapsed, and then he absorbed that article, and finally formed this method treasure.