Long Aotian is not happy today

025 turned into a small hummingbird, flew over half of the training ground, and quietly stopped on the wall.

Under the wall, across a square pear blossom table, two middle-aged men are fighting each other like children.

025 listened carefully for a while, his ears were full of nonsense words like "Hahaha my son won, eat loach quickly", "You are cheating, how could my son lose", so he shook his thin wings in boredom. .

It's better to be with Hang Xiao.

It has brought many hosts to perform tasks, but this is the first time 025 has seen a host with a fresh and refined style like Hang Xiao.

Like a dose of strong mustard, spicy, strange and stimulating, it actually made 025 feel a subtle sense of anticipation for the first time in the repetition of boring system tasks.

It has a faint premonition, as if some long-awaited change is gradually approaching...

While thinking about it, the quarrel between the two people under the wall gradually escalated, and gradually became tense.

The Patriarch of the Meng family groped in his sleeve for a moment, took out a scroll, slapped it on the table, and said angrily: "The middle-grade spirit formation Magpie Bridge Immortal, I will lose you."

The scroll is only the size of a palm, and it is tied with a special spiritual thread. Only a little thin edge is opened at the corner, and there will be vigorous fluctuations of spiritual power, which makes people's hearts agitated.

Hearing the word 'Zhongpin Lingzhen', Hang Tian's eyes lit up.

Although both of them are from local wealthy families, Huawu City is a small city after all, no matter how tyrannical it is, it is just two local snakes, and a middle-grade scroll is enough to make the Patriarch of the Meng family bleed a lot.

But Hang Tian touched his upturned beard, squinted his eyes, and said: "No, you still eat loach."

The head of the Meng family couldn't believe it, and stared, "You!"

"What am I?"

Hang Tian snorted coldly and waved his hand nonchalantly.

"A medium-grade scroll, my Hang family doesn't pay much attention to it."

As he spoke, he turned his head to the side so that Meng Huan could not see the regret in his eyes, and resolutely said: "I would like to admit defeat, I have already sent someone to catch the loach, and they will be there soon."

"...Okay, you are ruthless, as expected, like father, like son."

The Patriarch of the Meng family was so angry that he plucked at his sleeve in pain for a long time, and threw out a ring: "With this small storage ring, can it satisfy your appetite?"

"……no!"

This time the rejection was significantly more difficult.

But Hang Tian hesitated for a moment, and finally insisted on the original request——

Storage rings are rare, but they are not impossible to buy.

Where can I buy the opportunity to let the old boy in front of me swallow loach?

Before the two children competed, Hang Tian wanted to slap Meng Huan's haughty look when he saw it.

Now he finally took the opportunity to let this guy suffer a lot, and he couldn't let it go.

Let him eat loach!

Let him be in front of him, never lift his head up again!

Thinking in this way, Hang Tian Shi Shiran picked up the teacup from the table, blew away the powdered tea, and sipped it slowly, looking calm and breezy, as if he didn't want anything else.

It's just that when the eyes turn around, the irony in the eyes is too bare.

The smile on the corner of his lips was even more dazzling, forcing the head of the Meng family to scold his mother.

Forced to helplessness, Meng Heng clenched his palms in his sleeves and struggled for a few breaths. Finally, with red eyes, he took out a dark gold black iron plate and slapped it hard on the table.

"boom!"

This palm was imbued with spiritual power, causing the whole table and chairs to tremble, and the inside of the teacup rippled, splashing a few drops of clear tea out of the cup.

The table top made of Lei Guang Spirit Wood was as hard as iron, yet a square gap was made with his palm.

In the center of the notch is printed the mysterious Dao pattern on the surface of the token. Looking closely, it looks like a river of ups and downs with stars.

"I'll lend you the order of Xinghe, my inferior." Meng Huan paused every word with a gloomy face.

"hiss--"

Hang Tian hurriedly put down the teacup, picked up the token in disbelief, examined it carefully, subconsciously stroked his chin with his right hand, and gradually clenched his fingertips, almost pulling off a bunch of beards.

The inferior Xinghe order is definitely the most precious thing in Meng Huan's hands.

This thing can't assist cultivation, can't increase cultivation level, can't boost combat power.

But it is the token of Galaxy Sect, symbolizing a small favor of Galaxy Sect.

Hang Tian knew that Meng Huan had this thing in his hand.

A few years ago, Meng Huan inadvertently rescued a man who was hunted down. Unexpectedly, that man was an elder of Xinghe Sect. To thank him for saving his life, he gave the Meng family this token.

Hang Tian was able to understand every detail of this matter, including the token's usefulness, restrictions and usage methods, all thanks to Meng Huan's tireless showing off in front of him.

—Hearing that, his ears were almost calloused.

The more difficult the thing you want, the lower the grade of the token, and the fewer times it can be used.

A few days ago, with the help of this token, Meng Huan invited the elders of the Xinghe Sect to evaluate Meng Qinghe's aptitude, and because of his excellent blood physique, he was exempted from a round of entrance examinations.

With a requirement like this, this token can be used three times in total, and now there are two left.

Meng Huan said to lend it to him, that is to say...

He can use this opportunity to ask the elders of Xinghezong to conduct a test for Hang Shi and strive for the eligibility to join the sect.

Gently stroking the black lines on the surface with his calloused hands, he felt the tiny cyclone being gathered by the token, turning into a silk-like spiritual energy flow, wrapping around his fingertips, a trace of sadness appeared on Hang Tian's face.

He raised his head and let out a long sigh, and sighed, "Old Meng, Lao Meng, you really did everything you could to avoid eating loach."

"Stop talking nonsense." The Patriarch of the Meng family looked ashen, "Do you want to change?"

"Nonsense, fools don't change."

……

Watching a scene from the sidelines and knowing the next cool point, 025 flapped his wings a few times, ready to go back to meet Hang Shi.

It flew over the sky over the small half of Hangzhou, bypassed the winding paths, skimmed over the pavilions, and finally landed on the tip of a rockery.

On the rockery, the grass is like a cover, the flowers are blooming like a brocade, and there are also waterfalls and springs, gurgling and flowing.

Hangjia Lingshi embedded formations deep in the crevices of the stones, which can keep the flowers and plants undefeated in all seasons and the springs to flow endlessly.

On the opposite side of the rockery, there is a wing room.

Before 025 waited for a long time, the door opened with a "squeak".

A slender and elegant figure walked out of the house, with black hair and snow clothes, and a personable demeanor.

It was Hang Hour.

As soon as he saw 025, Hang Xiao's calm and unhurried expression immediately cracked, gentle and elegant like a piece of paper, torn from his handsome face, and shattered into pieces with a howl.

"Teacher 025!"

The young man rushed over in grief, like a big roc spreading its wings, casting a dark and huge shadow in front of 025.

025 hurriedly fluttered his wings and flew up, avoiding it a little, so as not to be crushed into bee cakes by Hang Xiao unintentionally.

Although it as the body of the system will not be injured by this, but reshaping the mimicry will consume energy, this kind of thing...

Exempt if you can.

After Hang Shi stood firm, he asked in confusion: "What's the matter, Shi, aren't you happy changing clothes?"

Hang Xiao said with tears in his eyes: "At first, I was happy. Brother Meng's figure is so attractive. There is no shortage of pectoral and abdominal muscles. I dare not look at it too much, for fear that I can't help but collapse."

Afterwards, his tone paused for a moment, a dark color flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "It's just that later..."

"What happened after that?"

Hang Hour's lips twitched for a moment, his face was reddish, and he raised his hand to give 025 a little thumb knuckle.

"What is this, peanuts?" 025 asked in surprise, "Are you trying to say he can't do it?"

Hang hour shook his head vigorously.

He hooked his fingers, motioning 025 to follow, and walked a few quick steps quietly, going around behind the rockery.

After looking around to make sure there was no one around, Hang Shi then said in a low voice like a thief: "Meng Qinghe... is so much younger than me."

Even with 025's unscrupulous character, he didn't know what to say for a while.

After hesitating for a moment, it sighed, and said earnestly: "When I was young, you are Long Aotian, the most amazing man in the whole novel, and naturally you have the most amazing size."

"Meng Qinghe is your little brother, what is he going to do so big, is he robbing you of a girl?"

"So it's not that Meng Qinghe is bad, it's that you have seriously exceeded the standard."

Hang Xiao grimaced and nodded in disappointment.

Mistake, really misstep.

He only thought about Brother Meng's broad shoulders, long legs and good waist, but he forgot about it.

Seeing Hang Xiao's dejected look, 025 wondered: "Actually... it's almost the same without a peanut?"

Hang Xiao was leaning against the rockery, drooped his head in frustration, and said without tears: "Teacher 025, I want to think about it for my other half. Will he accept that his lover's capital is stronger than himself? What should I do if I gradually felt inferior and ashamed during the years, and eventually there was a gap between me and me?"

"...It's a little surprising that I heard descriptors like 'long years' and 'lover' from your mouth. To be honest, I thought you were the type of 'let's talk first'."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Hang Xiao covered his face, "As a pure little Ling, of course I yearn for a pure and beautiful love between two people. But if I have a chance to be happy, I also want to struggle..."

025 sneered at Hang Xiao's shyness.

But having said that, Hang Xiao's body of Long Aotian was really quite pure in the early stage.

Because not only does he have the bloodline of Heaven-level Extreme Flame, but also the Pure Yang Holy Physique that comes out once every ten thousand years.

Chunyang, as the name suggests, needs to hold on to Yuanyang and refine Qi to pure essence.

In short, one cannot have sex with women until one's cultivation is complete.

……

Facing the opportunity to slap the Patriarch of the Meng family in the face, Hang Tian was extremely active and surprisingly efficient.

Within ten days, he invited the elders of the Galaxy Sect to test Hang Shi's qualifications.

There are two elders, one is an old man with white beard and hair, with a stooped back, but a dark red light flashes from time to time in a pair of cloudy eyes, and his skin has a burnt color.

As soon as he stepped into the small courtyard, Hang Xiao felt that the temperature around him had increased a lot.

The aura of a fire-type cultivator is distinct.

The second person is a cold woman, with a beautiful appearance and exquisite elegance. Even though her face is covered with veils and she is wearing a very plain and layered robe, it is still difficult to hide her graceful figure.

She didn't show a distinct five-element aura around her, but the aura was extremely ethereal and pure, and it was probably some special blood.

The third person to enter... was Meng Heng.

Seeing the elongated donkey face of the Patriarch of the Meng family and his gloomy and resentful appearance, Hang Shi was terrified all over.

He hurriedly walked to Hang Tian's side, turned sideways and whispered: "Father, did you call Patriarch Meng?"

Hang Tian stroked his beard, raised his head and glanced at his son, and said with a smile on his face, "Yes, I did."

Hang Hour was stunned.

Test yourself, why ask the Meng family master to do it?

He endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back anymore, and whispered: "Father, I know you want to show off in front of Patriarch Meng, but haven't you thought about it, what if your son's qualifications are not high?"

"Nonsense, how can my son not have high qualifications." Hang Tian raised his brows and said lightly, "If the test shows that the qualifications are not high, it can only prove that you are not my son."

Hang Hour: "..."

This logic left him speechless.

"Okay, I'm joking with you."

Hang Tian gave a rare smile and raised his hand to pat Hang Shih's back.

In the past, in front of Hang Xiao, he always had a majestic manner, but now there was an imperceptible tenderness on his face.

"Son, although I don't know what your qualifications are, how many bloodlines you have, but I believe that you will not let my father down."

The middle-aged man stared fixedly at Hang Xiao, his eyes were almost soft.

The sun gave generously, and a large piece of golden light sprinkled into the small courtyard and fell on his black and white sideburns, like a sparkling river.

Hang Shi was stunned for a few seconds, and his nose suddenly became sore.

He was an orphan in his previous life, and he never knew what it was like to have his father take care of him.

At this moment, being stared at by Hang Tian with concern, a rush of heat gradually surged in his chest, sour and warm, making it hard to hold back.

"Go, Teacher 025."

Hang Xiao sniffed his nose calmly, and said impassionedly in his mind: "I declare that I will use the aptitude of this body to shock the attention of everyone present!"

The author has something to say: the next chapter will be played~