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Heaven's Pride 32

He remembered that day, Uncle Yinglong rushed in like a wind and shook his tail twice at Tianmiao. That was Uncle Yinglong!

Also, Uncle Yinglong is usually very stingy, and he actually "spent a lot of money" for Tianmiao.

Thinking of this, the cold sweat on the head of the forehead was getting faster and faster.

He should wake up and talk about it, what kind of dreams of blue sky and daylight?

The head of the sect wiped the cold sweat and then thought about the benefits again.

No matter how powerful Tianmiao is, he has no malicious intentions to Ye Chenfeng and Canglang Sect, and he should be really familiar with Ying Long. Even for Ying Long's sake, he will not be able to do it with Cang.

Let’s do something unfavorable to Langzong.

On the contrary, it will be for Ying Long's face or the face of his own bastard. Once Canglang Sect is in trouble, this powerful sword spirit will help.

Thinking of this, the head of the sect stopped sweating and began to feel happy.

At this time, the head of the sect still firmly believed that Wuyi Tianmiao was a sword spirit, perhaps the sword spirit who had been with the powerful before.

...

Ye Chenfeng had reached the Wanbian Peak at this time, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as Ying Long was carefully choosing jewelry and clothes for Tianmiao.

As soon as he saw Ye Chenfeng coming, Yinglong said hello: "Ah, Ice Boy, come and help Tiantian choose. What do you think of this hairpin? It looks very good at Tiantian's temperament. What about this robe? What about this robe? Ah

, Who made this? It’s very good, elegant and beautiful, and it looks so beautiful every day.”

"It's me, it's me." A monk stepped forward excitedly and replied.

"Oh, it's not bad, keep working hard, and refine better styles next time. I'll give you these." Ying Long took out a handful of refining materials and gave the excited monk casually.

The monk endured it and endured it so he didn't roar to the sky and said that he had made a fortune. The things Yinglong gave were worth more than a hundred times that of the robes he had refined! Even if he couldn't use them, he could sell them and exchange them for what he needed

The materials for refining weapons are enough for him to use for ten or eight years.

Ye Chenfeng walked to Tianmiao silently, watching Tianmiao play with an exquisite hairpin in his hand, but he was about to speak, but he stopped because a paper crane was sent to fly to him.

That was the head of the sect’s commander paper crane.

Ye Chenfeng took the paper crane, and the voice of the head of the sect reached his mind. Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly, and said to Tianmiao: "Tianmiao, the head of the sect wants us to do a mission."

"Yes." Tian Miao put away the hairpin in his hand, stood up with a smile, "When will we set off?"

"Now." Ye Chen Feng said that he had separated from the head of the sect. He did not say this at that time. It seemed that he had suddenly received a report when he returned to the main hall, so he was in a hurry to send a message to him.

"Ah, where are you going?" Yinglong pushed a bunch of things in his hand and said hurriedly to those people, "When you finish your daily work, come back and pick it up. Don't slack off. Work hard, don't do it

All my mind is used to make tricks. After practicing, I will refine what I need. Otherwise, I will break your legs. You can't put the cart before the horse, and Canglang Sect cannot be destroyed in your hands."

Ye Chenfeng looked at Ying Long with some surprise. He didn't expect Ying Long to say such a thing.

"Then let's go." Tianmiao looked at Ye Chenfeng who was a little surprised and smiled, "Ying Long is sometimes a little unreliable, but he is still very clear about major issues and will not forget his own mission.

Or to be precise, you will never forget your promise, your promise to the founding ancestor of Canglang Sect.”

Ye Chenfeng was slightly shocked. Looking at Ying Long, who was still scolding the disciples of Wanbian Peak, he felt that he seemed to recognize this Uncle Ying Long, who usually only knows how to eat, drink, and bask in the sun for the first time.


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