A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Five days later, the Huanyan Sanctuary opened.

Jianzong headquarters, Tianque Terrace.

More than a hundred spirit ships are floating above the sky, the blue sky and white ships are neatly arranged and magnificent.

The spirit boats are engraved with the emblems of various sects. Jianzong's spirit boats are mostly, and Fazong's disciples do not pursue these extraneous things. Even if there are spirit boats coming, they mostly come for experience, not for talent Dibao.

Zhang Chengcan arrived early, and he and a group of disciples stood on the floor paved with Lingjiao jade, looking at the sky enviously.

A disciple next to him said: "Cheng Can, look at these spirit ships in the sky, they are so magnificent."

Zhang Chengcan took Liu Yicheng's words and said, "Yes."

Liu Yicheng was born in a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, but he was born as a concubine and was destined to be a fairy, so he was sent to Tianmen and lived in the same house with Zhang Chengcan. His qualifications were ten years older than Zhang Chengcan's, but because of his poor talent Therefore, more than ten years of qualifications is better than nothing.

There is deep yearning in Zhang Chengcan's eyes, and his words are also full of expectation: "If only one day, I can also sit on the spirit ship."

Zhang Chengcan's face full of longing was clearly reflected on the crystal clear Lingjiao jade floor.

The floor was illuminated from bottom to top, so Zhang Chengcan's face was a little distorted.

Spirit boats are generally only available to disciples with status and status. Those with a title like Meng Xianjue can have the same status as the elders in the sect, and they can ride a large spirit boat alone.

Liu Yicheng looked at him seriously, and said, "Chengcan, you are much better than me, maybe next time the Huanyan Holy Ruins opens, you will be able to sit on the spirit ship."

Although Liu Yicheng's words were flattering, but he was too sincere to make people feel disgusted.

Zhang Chengcan was not humble, the amazement and envy in his eyes turned into fanaticism and jealousy, and the corners of his mouth rose: "Yes, I will definitely do it."

As soon as the two of them spoke, they suddenly felt the wind blowing.

The fairy wind is blowing, accompanied by a strange fragrance, and the sound of white cranes flapping their wings and Qingyue's singing can be heard from afar.

At this time, nearly a hundred spirit ships turned their directions together, and all the bows turned to the direction of the center, and they all opened up a wide passage.

In the center, a dust-free and low-key spirit ship slowly approached from a distance.

The white crane opened the way, the aura scattered, and feathers fluttered down from the sky.

A woman was wearing a white gauze, and she kept nibbling melon seeds. After a long time, she threw away the skin she was holding, raised her eyes to look into the air, and said dissatisfiedly: "Oh, who is here, such a big battle."

A little boy next to him answered quickly.

The woman snorted and said, "I don't know who it is. It turns out that it's Wusuo Hengjiang. I, Qin Rumiao, have lost my way. I'm being rude."

Today there are three saints in Tianlu, all of whom are the best in Meng Xianjue's generation.Among them are Tianmen Wusuo Hengjiang Meng Xianjue, Qingyue Lake Heyin Lanshan Qin Rumiao, and Changyang Shanhuomang boxer Song Dan.

Meng Xianjue stood proudly at the bow of the boat, and responded indifferently: "Fellow Daoist Qin, I'm the one who was late, so I'm really sorry."

Liu Yicheng was extremely excited: "Brother Meng, it's Brother Meng!"

And Zhang Chengcan looked up at Meng Xianjue, the enthusiasm in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by jealousy that gradually surged up.

He hated himself as a senior brother for being too good, jealous that Meng Xianjue could get his master's personal guidance, and also hated himself for not being able to live up to his expectations, and actually entered the sin tower, and needed his master to clear up his relationship before he could come to this Huanyan Holy Market.

Zhang Chengcan's eyes gradually dimmed, and the expression on his face gradually disappeared, becoming cold and elusive.

Cheng Weiwan curled up in the spiritual sac, borrowing the system space to observe everything on the scene.

Seeing Meng Xianjue's ostentation, he suddenly felt extremely proud, the protagonist should have the aura of the protagonist.

It's just that he saw that his little white flower's eyes were a little black, as if he hadn't slept well, and he was a little distressed, and he had completely forgotten his situation.

Next, he watched with his own eyes the head of Tianmen, Chongyue, speaking some words of encouragement to his disciples on the Tianque Terrace. The three saints stood at the forefront of the team, accepting the identity jade cards and the secret keys of the secret realm one after another.

Afterwards, they distributed the jade cards and secret keys to the disciples together. After the distribution was completed, the Huanyan Holy Market was completely opened.

Cheng Weiwan wanted to talk to Meng Xianjue many times, but the isolation power of the spiritual sac was too strong. He couldn't communicate with Meng Xianjue at all. He couldn't see his fingers here. He had been here for five days. From the very beginning, he felt that Some had difficulty breathing, then became dizzy and numb, and now I feel weak all over.

Even if there is room for the system to ease his fear of facing the darkness alone, if he stays any longer, he will be driven crazy.

And if it weren't for the light provided by the system space, he might not even be able to survive these five days.

He tried his best to look at the situation outside, and wanted to remind Meng Xianjue something, but there was no chance at all.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed, and Cheng Weiwan knew that Meng Xianjue had entered the Huanyan Holy Ruins.

He has to find a way out.

In any case, if Meng Xianjue couldn't accept his identity as a red gold beast, then he would only exist in the state of spirit and accompany Meng Xianjue, but the premise was that he had to find a way to get out of this invisible spiritual bag.

He wants to complete the task.

He wants to go back. He has relatives, friends, and his own way of life. Only the world over there needs him.

Even if he is dead in the real world, only there is where he belongs.

He wants to go home.

Cheng Weiwan rubbed his face to suppress the impetuous emotions in his heart. He is naturally optimistic, but he is not pervasive.

But now is clearly not the time to be down.

He stared intently at the system space, watching Meng Xianjue's every move.

The flow of time and space in the Huanyan Holy Ruins is different from that of the outside world. When they entered, it was already the rising sun, but it was already late at night in the Holy Ruins.

All had wisely chosen to get a good night's rest, even if they were brimming with energy.But tomorrow is unknown, and no one dares to take risks. The smart ones among them choose to be leaders, form small teams, and light bonfires, as if this can avoid unknown dangers ahead.

Meng Xianjue was not like this, he was always used to being alone, just now Qin Rumiao invited him to form a team, but he resolutely refused, found a secluded place by himself, lit a fire, closed his eyes and meditated.

But suddenly, as if he remembered something, he poured half of his spiritual power into the spiritual sac with concentration. At the same time, Cheng Weiwan, who tried his best to light up all the lamps in the dark spiritual sac, suddenly felt a rise above his head. There was a huge pulling force, and in the next moment, he was taken away from the spiritual sac.

The sudden light made him unable to open his eyes. After he got used to the orange fire light, he suppressed his beating heart and opened his eyes again, only to see a pair of indifferent eyes.

Cheng Weiwan had never looked at such eyes before, and felt uncomfortable for a while, subconsciously opened his mouth and said "ah", but before the sound came out, Meng Xianjue cast a curse on Cheng Weiwan without hesitation .

"Don't make a sound." Looking at the pitiful and painful appearance of the little beast, Meng Xianjue had no compassion, he just felt that the little thing in front of him was extremely troublesome.

He couldn't feel the existence of the senior at all, and there was no response when he called the senior.

He felt an unprecedented crisis.

But it seems that for a moment, when he summoned the red gold beast from the spirit bag, he felt the existence of that breath.

Meng Xianjue looked at the red gold beast silently.

It was the first time he carefully looked at the Chijin Beast. The fur of the Chijin Beast was silvery white with luster, and there was a little flame red streak on its forehead, and its pupils were as bright as fiery red gemstones.

He had seen the red gold beast many times in the last life, and the red gold beast used by Zhang Chengcan was well nourished. It was ugly and fierce in its entirety. The sharp teeth in its mouth were yellow and smelly, and its fur was curled and knotted, which made him sick.

But this one in front of me.

There was watery light in his eyes, his fur was smooth and shiny, and he was shrinking his body, a little afraid of fire and light. When he looked at him, there was incredible trust in his eyes.

trust?

This is even a bit ridiculous, but this is something belonging to the Meng family. Even if he is disgusted, he still wants to take it for himself, and no one else can get his hands on it.

Cheng Weiwan was suddenly pulled out of his spiritual sac, and his mind was in a daze. He once wanted to be out of body, said a few words to Meng Xianjue, told him a few words, but only less than one out of body The breathing time was pushed back again by a huge force.

Cheng Weiwan was at a loss.

Now he can't speak human words, can't get out of the body, and what's even more frightening is that he can't even emit spiritual power.

Who the hell is playing hide and seek with him now?

Is it the half-dead main system or the mysterious Xuanwei?

But before Cheng Weiwan had enough time to think, he suddenly felt a huge pain rising from his skull, traveling down the vertebrae in his back, and then spreading along the tendons to all his limbs.

"Surrender to me." These four words came out of Meng Xianjue's mouth like a curse, and bound Cheng Weiwan like a lock.

The pain was so intense that Cheng Weiwan's legs went limp instantly.

Dark red sticky light overflowed from the palm of Meng Xianjue. He looked at the little red gold beast lying on the ground, and without hesitation, the light pierced the little beast's body.

It is an extremely painful process for a spirit beast to recognize its master, and it needs to allow its master to burn traces of spiritual power on the hardest bone in its body.

This is the process of a spirit beast willingly surrendering and being subdued. The severe pain will dispel the arrogance of the spirit beasts born with spiritual consciousness, making them completely reduced to appendages.

Meng Xianjue's spiritual power continued to output. He looked at the red gold beast twitching uncontrollably, and his heart was calm. He even thought that if this red gold beast rose up and resisted, then he would finish him off easily.

Cheng Weiwan had never experienced such piercing pain. All the fur on his body collapsed, his eyes were dull, and the corners of his eyes were dry. Animals or people would shed a few drops of physiological tears under such circumstances, but he did not .

He could not shed tears.

In this severe pain, Cheng Weiwan couldn't help recalling that when he was first locked up in the small attic, once he started crying and begged his biological father or stepmother to let him out, the stepmother would come and beat him until As long as he doesn't cry.

The pain seemed to be more intense than it is now.

This long process finally passed, and the moment the pain disappeared, Cheng Weiwan felt that he was alive.

Cheng Weiwan didn't raise his eyes, so he could guess that Meng Xianjue still planned to throw him back into his spiritual pouch, who was already half dead from pain, but Cheng Weiwan understood that Meng Xianjue's hostility came from the Chijin Beast, not from the Chijin Beast. he himself.

This made Cheng Weiwan even more confused.

But at that moment, before Meng Xianjue could make a move, a person suddenly emerged from the forest not far away.

The man yelled, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes: "There is something behind, something is chasing me!"

Meng Xianjue's eyes suddenly sank, he slowly pulled out his long black staff, and looked vigilantly at the people who were rushing towards him.

The man was about to cry.

"I'm not a bad person, so don't hit me! My surname is Ling, and my name is Ling Siyao. I'm a casual cultivator, so don't make things difficult for me, okay?" The target turned to Cheng Weiwan, "Hey, little thing, please persuade your master, ask him to help me!"

However, Ling Siyao didn't expect that the little thing who lowered his head docilely just now, but this time he forcefully raised his head, bared his small white fangs, and stared at him with hanging eyes.

Ling Siyao was stunned: "Oh, why is this little thing so fierce?"