Rebirth of the Peerless Demon Pet

That kid was always stupidly asking him all kinds of basic knowledge about Taoism that even a newborn cub should know, and always yelled Brother Ran, Brother Ran, his small mouth was sweet, and his face was soft, let the following Feng Ran, who was born out of the shell without any younger brothers and sisters, is so soft in his heart that he likes him very much.

The so-called good fortune tricks people, nothing more than this.

No one could have imagined that it would end up like this.

Feng Ran stared blankly at Feng Chi who didn't change his face, and wanted to say something, when he heard someone calling his name behind him——

"Your Highness Ran, why did you come here?" A handsome young man in emerald green attire ran over with strides. When he saw Feng Ran, he was naturally surprised.

As if being stung by something, Feng Ran jumped up and showed a panicked expression for a moment, then glanced at Feng Chi again, and immediately became calm again forcefully.

Feng Ran turned around, stared at Kong Ling, and said: "Who told you to run around, why don't you go back and watch the game quickly, don't run around, do you need to take care of where this son is running? "

Kong Ling was a little at a loss by Feng Ran's attitude, and immediately showed a look of grievance, and said: "It was Empress Feng who asked me to look for you. What are you doing so fiercely? I didn't make you angry."

Feng Ran said angrily: "When you appear in front of my son, if you block my eyes, you are provoking me. You should leave quickly, and don't let me see you again!"

Kong Ling had already passed Feng Ran, and when he saw Feng Chi, he was taken aback for a moment, maybe he didn't recognize who it was, then he lowered his eyes and cried out, "Who am I, it's His Highness Feng Chi , I heard from His Majesty earlier that His Royal Highness Feng Chi has already planned to leave the Feng Clan and never come back, I don’t know when he will leave?”

Feng Chi clearly felt the target from Kong Ling.

But he has never had much contact with these peacocks, so he doesn't need to say anything.

Feng Chi didn't intend to open his mouth and turn around to leave, but he heard that Feng Ran had already blown his hair, and said: "What are you asking so much for? It's enough to take care of the tail hair on your buttocks. When will he leave? Not something you can ask."

Kong Ling showed resentment again, but soon returned to normal, and whispered: "Okay, I will listen to Your Highness."

Feng Ran: "..."

Seeing his behavior, Feng Ran immediately felt like goosebumps were exploding. First he met Feng Chi, and then he met such a difficult master. At this time, he was in a very bad mood, so he flicked his sleeves fiercely. Turned around and turned into a phoenix bird and flew towards the sky.

"Your Highness, don't run so fast, wait for Ling'er!" Kong Ling called out, seeing that Feng Ran had disappeared in place, and immediately changed his previous weak and pitiful appearance, and turned cold into a pair of emerald green clothes. Staring straight at Feng Chi, he said: "His Royal Highness Feng Chi, since you want to leave, you should go far away, don't think about His Highness Ran all day long."

Feng Chi said indifferently: "You don't need to teach me a lesson."

Kong Ling smiled and said: "In a few days, I will be engaged to Feng Ran. As the most talented young master of the Peacock Clan, I am naturally worthy of His Highness Ran. After the engagement, I will get married. I hope When the time comes, you can come back to participate in the wedding ceremony between me and His Highness Ran."

"No wonder Feng Ran dislikes the Peacock Clan even more."

Throwing down such a sentence coldly, Feng Chi turned around and entered the barrier mercilessly, entered the cave, even though Kong Ling was yelling and jumping outside, he remained motionless, as steady as a mountain.

Feng Chi couldn't help thinking, what's there to show off in marrying Feng Ran, because of Feng Ran's dog temper, if anyone marries him, won't he be scolded to be autistic in the future, wishing to commit suicide by throwing himself into a well?

Feng Chi looked at the thousands of bottles of Wannian Mo that had been ground, and planned to grind ten bottles today, but for some reason, he suddenly lost interest.

Ah, Feng Ran is really annoying.

The weird dreams he had, such as Feng Ran following him all the way to take care of him, and saying that he liked him in his coma, must be fake.

Feng Ran hates himself so much, and even told himself not to come back after leaving, how could he take care of himself in undressed clothes, and care about himself so much like in a dream.

Sure enough, dreams and reality are opposite.

No wonder Feng Ran was so angry when he boasted that Feng Ran would not like him.

………………

Yue Jianwei made a lot of shots, and before he ended, he had already caused an uproar.

Although it takes a certain level of knowledge to tell which disciple hit the ball, there are not a few who can see it in the field, and the disciples who entered the house of the peak master can tell the truth at a glance.

"Yue Jianwei's cultivation is really impressive. I thought he was just knowledgeable, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful in actual combat."

"Look at his bow, it seems to be quite different from the disciple next to him. Compared with it, it is quite gorgeous and exquisite, and it seems to have a special spiritual treasure aura. Could it be some kind of super god weapon?"

"When you say that, it seems to be true. Yue Jianwei seems to be good at archery. Otherwise, his magic weapon would not be a bow. Looking at it this way, it's a bit unfair to try."

"What's so unfair? Aren't they all randomly assigned in the competition? In another year's sect competition, the person who competes in the sect is actually blowing flute. Can you believe it?"

"Hahaha, I remember the flute competition that year. Most of the disciples couldn't even find the tune. The elders only felt that the magic sound pierced their ears. They threw their sleeves and left before the competition was over."

"This year's leader, it seems that he is none other than him."

"..."

Yue Jianwei retracted the bow triumphantly, the arrows were shot without fail, and hit every time. He looked back at Mo Canglan who was sitting in the chairman's seat, raised his eyebrows, touched his nose with his fingers, and then walked from the high platform with the bow in his arms. jumped down.

Next came Wu Kong from the Wu family.

Wu Kong was full of admiration and said to Yue Jianwei: "Amazing, brother."

Yue Jianwei said modestly: "Concessions and concessions are so-so."

Wukong smiled and said: "You are really strong. I have used up the strength of the boss and only hit 35 balls. You should have hit all of them. Looking at the entire Guiyuan Shenzong, there are few people who can compete with it." You are inferior."

When Yue Jianwei met an honest person, he naturally became honest. He also smiled and said: "The weapon I use is a bow and arrow. This is the way to save my life. If I miss it again, others will chase me down." At that time, my life was in danger."

Yue Jianwei is also rare to be humble. In fact, his archery skills can be said to be comparable to him in the entire Zize Xianlu.

Back then when he went to the ancestral land of the Qilin family to find trouble, it was through the hair-thick formation line in the center of the enchantment with an arrow, that he ended up dying together.

Even the Qilin family would never have imagined that his arrow technique is so precise that it is beyond ordinary.

With Yuejian Weizhuyu in front, the other disciples' fake moves or this kung fu are actually nothing to see through. Who can shoot all the arrows without missing a shot, and shoot all the hundreds of arrows before the ball falls? , one does not pull?

Mo Canglan felt gazes from all directions.

Qing Mo praised: "Yue Jianwei is really a malleable talent. His accuracy and strength are comparable to those who have practiced for thousands of years."

"That's right, even if I'm asked to shoot arrows, I'm afraid I can hit ninety at most. It's absolutely impossible to hit every shot." Another peak master said.

"Maybe he has spirituality." Mo Canglan said.

Feng Huang was sitting not far from Mo Canglan, he glanced towards this side, and said: "The bow he used is the bow arm refined from my family's phoenix tree?"

Mo Canglan admitted generously, saying: "That's right, Feng Huang has good eyesight."

Fenghuang said: "It can be regarded as making the best use of everything."

Although it was said that the item came from Phoenix Mountain, but there was no name written on it, so Yue Jianwei took it into his hands, so it was naturally his item.

Yue Jianwei and Mo Canglan competed with the Lin family for the Seven-kill Qin and the Feng family for the sycamore tree in the underground palace in the ancient realm of the distant sky. Everyone has naturally heard about it, and some people are just about to praise it. Hearing the words "Phoenix Emperor's spirit", he heard the Phoenix Emperor's voice change, his voice became a little sharper, and said: "It's just that I want to ask, why is his bowstring made of Phoenix tendons?"

"..."

There was an uproar in the arena.

"Why, it's the tendons of the phoenix?"

The Feng Clan is notoriously fierce and protective, and they will never allow anyone in the world to use any part of Fenghuang's body to refine pills or magic weapons, otherwise, if they see one, they will kill one, and if they see two, they will kill both.

Only the bow arm is fine, but the problem lies in the bowstring.

Ancestors with strong phoenix bloodlines can naturally sense the kinship around them, especially the phoenix tendons that carry countless spirits, energy, and blood in the phoenix body, and even exude the smell of kinship, so it's hard for the Phoenix Emperor to notice.

A mere boy dared to use the tendons of the phoenix as a bowstring.

Mo Canglan felt a hint of killing intent, and said: "Xu picked it up on the road, so I used it casually."

The Phoenix Emperor laughed angrily, and stared at Mo Canglan sharply with his phoenix eyes, and said, "Is it just an explanation like this?"

Mo Canglan said: "If you use it, you will use it. Is it possible that if I say that it is not a phoenix tendon, your Majesty will believe me?"

"Courage is commendable." Before Fenghuang's voice fell, the whole person had already soared from the seat, and he slapped Mo Canglan with his palm at the slightest disagreement.

Mo Canglan reacted quickly, even if he flew up, from the seat like a light white crane, he fluttered towards the back, moving with the shadow, often just when someone saw a figure, the person had already appeared in the other direction too.

"What an elegant technique." He Xueyi praised.

Qing Mo frowned, and said: "Why do you start fighting when you disagree? It's too unruly and careless."

He Xueyi said: "The Phoenix clan has always been like this, they fight whenever they say they want to fight, and they are absolutely unambiguous. Otherwise, where do you think their reputation for fighting comes from?"

Qing Mo: "..."

The competition between the disciples over there was not interesting at all, but the two people on the chairman's seat suddenly started fighting without warning, which naturally caused everyone to wait and see——

"Isn't that Feng Huang and Mo Fengzhu? They are discussing each other, or fighting!"

"Are you kidding me? How could Mo Canglan be the opponent of His Majesty Fenghuang? They are not at the same level at all!"

"Obviously, Peak Master Mo is definitely not Feng Huang's opponent. I just wait to see His Majesty Feng Huang beat Master Mo to the ground."

Yue Jianwei: "..."

Why the hell did the two get into a fight?

Fenghuang and Mo Canglan fought, but no one dissuaded them. Instead, they all hoped that they would fight more fiercely with a spectatorial attitude. If they don't fight, they will become demons. Everyone has a chance to compete, the sect has long stipulated that during the period of the competition, you can challenge yourself, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, as long as no one is killed.

However, I have never seen a guest come to challenge the host.

The Phoenix Emperor pressed on step by step, and several phoenix flames had been shot out, almost scorching Mo Canglan's sleeves. The flames were naturally deadly, and just one ball of flames had already destroyed a towering ancient tree in Guiyuan Shenzong. It was really terrible to be burned to ashes and powder.

"Still just defend and not attack?" Fenghuang raised his phoenix eyes sharply, and made a spell with both hands, saying: "You treat me as those wine bags and rice bags? You haven't taken out your Qisha Qin yet!"

Mo Canglan: "..."

It turned out to be waiting here.

A sea of ​​flames came whistling, like a pouring flood, wishing to burn the whole world into ashes, and let everything be absorbed into the poison of the sea of ​​flames.