What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

In fact, Xihe had other matters to report to Master, but Chengyang Muqiu had been discussing matters with others, and he would send his disciples over every once in a while to have a look, but he heard about Yinrong before the master came out. Hugging a beautiful woman in the street.

Xi He's first reaction was that there was definitely a misunderstanding about this matter.

But according to the little disciple, this matter is quite big, if you don't hold it down quickly, there will be discussions in the streets and alleys within half a day-it has something to do with Master, and it's a freshly released "No. [-] Beauty in the Cultivation World", how good it is Talking material - when the three become tigers, it may not be what it will look like!

For a person like Master who values ​​face and reputation, it will be terrible if he really allows things to escalate. As juniors, it's not easy for them to come forward... It's better to call him out now and tell the whole story. It's good to take precautions.

Excuses are readily available.

Xi He announced loudly and openly outside, and Chengyang Muqiu cast an apologetic look at the head of Fang, saying that there is something to deal with in the door, so I will not accompany you first.

When he went out and asked his apprentice what was the urgency, Xi He briefly explained the discussion outside. Seeing Chengyang Muqiu's expression changed, he knew that his master was jealous, so he quickly added : "There must be a misunderstanding—"

As soon as the words fell, the puppet who had been waiting for a long time also took the opportunity to step forward, bowed deeply to Chengyang Muqiu, and handed over the letter as instructed.

Chengyang Muqiu accepted the letter suspiciously, and then flew into a rage: "Why didn't you report it earlier?"

Puppet doll: "..."

In the end, it was a dead thing made by Dianling, and he didn't know how to change it. Chengyang Muqiu knew that he couldn't blame it, and asked, "Where is that person?"

This refers to Cheng Xiaowu who delivers the letter.

The puppet couldn't speak, so it pointed in a direction, which Chengyang Muqiu understood.

Yinrong carried Dongliu down to the restaurant, put it on the ground paved with blue hollow bricks, and said in a low voice, "Master, I don't care about you for now, you should cultivate for a while, and Yinrong will come pick you up after they are dealt with."

Dong Liu understood, and as soon as she stood firmly, she stepped into the green brick with one foot. The foot of Dong Liu's female body was a three-inch golden lotus. Be a thick willow tree, then shrink into a small tree, then shrink into a branch, and finally turn into a finger-long seedling, which just fits into the green brick.

The original target of the group of gangsters was not Dongliu, so they didn't care that he slipped away. They communicated with each other and discussed something. After a while, they sacrificed magic weapons one after another. circle.

The formations of killing and defending against the enemy all have something in common, that is, using weapons or people holding weapons as the eyes of the formation, the murderous aura is often fierce and violent, and it cannot be hidden.As for this one, there was no point of attack, and no murderous intent at all. If these people hadn't come aggressively, Yinrong would have suspected that they were here to send blessings.

This is not an illusion of Yinrong. Among the monks watching the excitement around, some people also asked questions: "What is this for?" "This formation is so strange, please forgive my poor eyesight." "Why do I look like the formation of master-servant deed? ""The master-servant contract can still be solved?? Isn't it once concluded that there will be no solution for life?"

"That's why I say that this formation is rare. This is the formation to untie the spirit ring!" ? Just pick it off? Is it necessary to mobilize so many people? You must have read it wrong!"

"Ah, this... Maybe it's my eyesight, I misread it."

Other people's arguments fell into Yinrong's ears, which made him nervous. Everyone in the world took it for granted that things like the spirit ring were useless trinkets without a contract, but Yinrong suddenly thought of Shifang Sha's right As he said, if the black jade bell on his neck is really a spirit ring, wouldn't it be just right, a spirit ring that cannot be taken off?

The formation with them is just the right medicine!

Who is this guy?They are obviously the real monks of the human race, without a trace of evil spirit...

"break!"

The leader of the opponent suddenly roared loudly, and Yinrong felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, which made him unable to move, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, very heavy, but in an instant, he couldn't bear the pressure, and his knees slammed Softly, he knelt down, and then he was forced to change his original shape.

There seemed to be exclamations from all around.

But Yinrong couldn't hear anything clearly, the bell around his neck was shaking violently, and the noise was ear-piercing, Yinrong was screaming uncomfortably, he had a splitting headache, and all his hair exploded.

"It worked! Look, the black leather rope holding the bell is broken! He can't hold on anymore!" Yinrong heard the gangsters say so.

"Bah!" Another gangster spat out bloody saliva, he was severely beaten by Yinrong just now, and now he said viciously, "It can be regarded as subduing him, it should have been like this long ago!"

"Don't talk nonsense, after all, this is at the foot of Taiwei Mountain. If the Chengyang Patriarch is alarmed, everyone can't bear to go around, and the battle will be settled quickly!"

"Okay! Are you going to kill him?"

"According to the plan, taking away his bell is equivalent to destroying him, leaving him to fend for himself."

"Yes!"

Yinrong heard those people discussing how to deal with him in front of him, but he couldn't hear them clearly, because he could still hear the buzzing of their chanting spells, as well as the tinkling of the Xuanjing's bell.

So noisy.

so annoying!

I really want to kill all of this, I want to crush everything that makes a sound.Crush that bell, and crush those noisy and small human races.

Thinking of this, Yinrong shook her hair, turned over, and stood firmly on the ground with all four paws. At the same time, she felt that the bell on her neck had finally slipped off. She was about to lower her head to crush the bell, but someone took a step ahead of her, and she just chanted a curse. One of his fellows, Silver Fleece moved its fluffy fox ears impatiently, and let out a low, beast-like threatening roar.

The voice was not loud, like a whisper, but it was completely different from the usual yelling and coquettish sound. The monk who picked up the bell in the chaos trembled inexplicably, and then, a red shadow flashed away. However, there was a stabbing pain in the neck, and then there was a jingle, the sound of the bell falling to the ground, followed by the sound of warm and scarlet blood being splashed, and the screams of the spectators running away.

Most of the people have no guts to stay to watch the excitement, but there are always those who are highly skilled and bold, thinking that they are cultivated and have the capital to be calm, so the crowd didn't leave completely, and Yinrong didn't care, and put them in disgust. The claw retracted, refusing to touch the bell stained with sticky blood stains again.

He shook his hair and turned himself into a young man, with red clothes, black hair, and snow-skinned skin. His face was stained with the blood of the man just now. His silver velvet nose fluttered, as if pleased by the smell of blood, sticking out a sharp point. He licked his snow-white canines with his tongue, narrowed his eyes, and counted one by one, "One, two, three, four, five, six."

"Counting the one on the ground, the seven of you are going to destroy me?"

The other party also saw that Yinrong's state was not right, it didn't look like he had lost all his skills at all, and he panicked, but they had no way out at this time, so they could only fight hard.

The leader said loudly: "We took his magic weapon, he is already at the end of his battle! Let's go together!"

The morale of all the monks was successfully boosted, and they sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, and swarmed forward, but in the face of such a menacing battle, the fox-eared boy did not dodge or dodge, and stood firmly in place, but, suddenly, the snow-white and slender fingers gripped Formed into claws, the nails are slightly elongated, between the human hand and the beast's sharp claws, becoming more and more crystal clear, even the hands to the forearms are almost transparent white, emitting a light and thin white mist.

Biting cold.

The fight froze for a moment, and the next moment, those monks with hideous faces were all frozen into ice sculptures!

It's blood coagulation, freezing from the inside out!

The surrounding area was still scorching hot, but they were the only ones who were instantly frozen in place, and even their faces still retained the fierceness of the fight. Yinrong walked over and kicked an "ice sculpture" over!

Then, the person who had been frozen into a block of ice was smashed into powder!The kind that couldn't be put together, the remaining onlookers were stunned, and the exclamation made Yinrong again. Yinrong tilted his head, looked over with beautiful amber eyes, "It's so noisy."

Killing intent is complete.

"!!!"

This time, no one pretended to be sophisticated anymore, monks and mortals all over the street, they ran as fast as they could, without any composure.

And the fox-eared boy seemed to be really murderous, but because the matter in front of him hadn't been dealt with yet, he moved the fox ears on the top of his head impatiently, and the red clothes moved against the wind. He raised his legs, kicked them one by one. All the offal that tried to 'ruin him' were turned into powder!

The kind that can't be spelled together.

After cleaning up the first batch of unsightly things, Yinrong didn't feel much refreshed, and was still very annoying.

He suddenly had a thought: "Anyway, they are all annoying ants, just kill them."

When Chengyang Muqiu arrived, the silver velvet blanket covered half of the street, and there were countless pedestrians who were frozen. As long as he moved slightly, the bustling market would turn into a purgatory on earth.

"Silver Fleece! Stop!"

Yinrong flicked the tip of his tail impatiently, who was hidden in his robe, who was it?

Yinrong twisted her body, but the impatience in her heart paused when she saw the person coming. The young man in front of her was so familiar, so hateful, she wanted to get rid of it quickly... no, he was so handsome, and wanted to drag him back to the cave to be a stronghold lady.

Silver Fleece hesitated.