Hearing this, anger flashed in Huo Yu's eyes, "Xiao Yueyue, my name is not Xiao Huihui!"
"Okay, Xiao Honghong." Long Qingyue followed the good example, and if he wasn't called Xiao Huihui, let's change his name. Xiao Honghong seemed pretty good, and it just matched his bright red feathers.
Huo Yu's face darkened, and he seemed to be angry.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'll call you Xiaohuo from now on." Long Qingyue curled her lips, scanned the wooden box in the ring with her mind, and the corners of her lips under the black cloth slightly curved in a graceful arc.
"Little girl, you are so courageous. You are probably the only one in the world who dares to steal the secret collection of books from my Thousand Buddha Pagoda. You are indeed the disciple of the old man Ling Xiao." Just as Long Qingyue and Huo Yu were about to leave.
At that moment, a deep and old voice suddenly sounded in the sky, and before Long Qingyue and Huo Yu could react, a white shadow suddenly appeared in front of them.
Her silver hair was flying in the dark night, her eyes were shining brightly, as bright as stars and as deep as a pool, and a rather kind smile appeared on her slightly old face.
It is Yun Fuchen, the master of Thousand Buddha Pagoda.
Long Qingyue paused, and a flash of surprise flashed in his bright black eyes. He actually saw through her identity at a glance. Of course, she never thought that Yun Miao betrayed her. Although she had not been with Yun Miao for a long time,
But she is still very clear about Yun Miao's temperament.
The two of them were like old friends who had known each other for many years, with an invisible sense of familiarity and understanding.
Yun Fuchen is so powerful. She has lived for hundreds of years and has seen everything in the world. It is not surprising that she can identify her identity at a glance.
"Master Yun Pagoda, please forgive me for offending me, but these collections of books are really important to me." After Yun Fuchen saw through her identity, Long Qingyue was not embarrassed by it. She was afraid, and her black eyes were still indifferent.
calm.
"It's a pity that you are not my Thousand Buddha Pagoda disciple, so you can't let you take these books away." Yun Fuchen waved his sleeves, and saw wooden boxes automatically flying out of Long Qingyue's ring and flying into Yunfu.
In Chen's hand, it disappeared, apparently being taken into the ring by him.
Long Qingyue was stunned, as if she didn't expect Yun Fuchen to have such strength, and she didn't need the consent of the owner of the ring to directly take away these wooden boxes, as if he was the owner of the Piaomiao Lihuo Ring.
But she also knew in her heart that Yun Fuchen had shown mercy, otherwise she could have been killed just because of her stealing important books from the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.
Although it was a pity, there was no other way but to watch helplessly as the thing that was finally obtained flew into Yun Fuchen's hands.
"This kid is really special. He can actually regard the seal of my Thousand Buddha Pagoda as if it were nothing." Yun Fuchen's eyes fell on Huo Yu, and a trace of surprise seemed to flash in his eyes.
At this moment, another stream of light came from the dark sky. Before anyone arrived, the words came first, "Boy, you stole something from my Thousand Buddha Pagoda and you want to run away!"
Then a sword light struck, and the silvery white light suddenly lit up the dark forest, as bright as day.
Long Qingyue's eyes changed. The power of this blow was too strong. Yunfushan used at least 80% of his spiritual power!
Just when Long Qingyue was about to resist, Yun Fuchen waved his sleeve, and the silver sword light gradually disappeared in mid-air like water waves, as if the silver lightning was intercepted in the middle of the attack.
The forest flashed again and darkness returned.
Yun Fushan fell down and looked at Yun Fuchen with some displeasure, "Tower Master, why do you want to stop me?"
"Leaving a path for others means leaving a path for yourself. Besides, she has her own reasons, so there is no need to kill them all." Yun Fuchen's indifferent gaze swept over Yunfu Mountain, and his tone was calm and noble, like an immortal.
