He winked at the burly disciple and said bluntly: "Big fat sheep, I can't find any background clues."
"Among the fellow sects who can be ranked in the inner sect, I have never heard of anyone whose immortal weapon spirit is this little brat."
"If you ask me, it's probably a guy who got an unexpected fortune who wanted to come to Longsheyuan to find a backer, so he chose Senior Brother Jing."
"There is no other possibility."
The latter's brows relaxed, he put away his Qiankun bag calmly and said: "Are you sure?"
The Black Scar disciple patted his chest and said, "We are inseparable from each other."
The burly disciple smiled and waved his hand impatiently: "Go away, little one. Do you want to stay for tea?"
Dao Huo'er never looked back, his petite body turned into a wave of fire and rose into the sky.
Faintly, I seemed to hear her say with murderous intent: "We will meet again."
The burly disciple said arrogantly: "What if we meet again? What can you do to me?"
"Even if you make a mistake this time and indirectly offend Senior Brother Jing, I will fight to the death for three days to face the wall. As for you, I want you, master and servant, to survive in the future."
"Senior Brother Jing is the first direct disciple, and my second brother is the sixth direct disciple."
"My uncle is one of the thirteen immortal generals in Shuiyun Immortal Realm, and my aunt works under the steward Hong Po."
"In terms of background and backing, what do you have to fight against me?"
Spitting fiercely, he opened the Qiankun bag and divided the loot and said: "One and a half million each, remember to show filial piety."
"I honor my second brother, you honor your cousin."
"We have the full power to join forces and make a good profit from this goalkeeping position."
The Black Scar disciple said flatteringly: "I only want one million, and the rest is yours."
"Senior Brother Zhong, you have contributed more than me, and you have more people who respect you than me."
"I only need to honor my cousin, but you are different. In addition to honoring your second brother, you also have to send a copy to your uncle and aunt."
"We agreed to split it equally, how can I take advantage of you?"
The burly disciple's eyes showed deep meaning, and he couldn't help but praise: "You're a sensible boy. Well, I'll take it to heart."
...
On the other side, Dao Huo'er, who hurried back to Shuijuyuan, was extremely angry.
Before the person fell from the air, a frantic voice was already echoing angrily in the yard: "Suning, I'm being bullied, do you care?"
"Ugh, baby, I feel wronged."
"Robber, shameless, despicable."
"They even rob children of their belongings. This Shuiyun Fairyland is clearly a den of robbers."
"Quickly, give me a trump card refined by Luo Chen, and I will raze the Dragon Snake Courtyard to the ground."
"Ah, I'm so angry."
There were constant screams and the fire was jumping up and down, almost setting fire to the yard.
Suning, who had finished refining the elixir for Zhuo Xiaoding, heard the noise and immediately jumped out.
"What's wrong? Who messed with you?"
He touched Dao Huo'er's head and comforted him with a warm voice: "It's okay, I'm here."
The little girl was about to cry, looking pitifully aggrieved and choked with sobs: "The fairy crystal is gone."
"Ugh, they took away the fairy crystal you wanted to give to Senior Brother Jing and called me a cat and a dog."
"The big man also beat me and refused to let me go."
Suning said anxiously: "Are you injured?"
Dao Huo'er squatted beside the flower stand and said feebly: "My heart is hurt."
"Hey, forget it, those two inner disciples are not weak in cultivation, you can't compete with them."
"Write down this debt for now, and then avenge me when you can beat them."
"You don't want to owe Qiao Wantang a favor, and I don't want you to owe a favor because of me."
"Hey, where are you going?"
While he was talking, when Dao Huo'er raised his head, Suning had already disappeared.
