Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Suddenly, a yellow figure came up with a sword.

Rong Zhuofan took a few steps back in fright, "Little girl, can't you say hello in advance?"

"You squat at the entrance of the cave to make it more scary, okay?" Ning Shiyue replied after landing.

Ning Shiyue glared at Rong Zhuofan, then turned around and met Mo Jinghong's cold eyes.

Ning Shiyue felt guilty for a moment, "Seventh Junior Brother, I... just went down to find my little Junior Sister..."

"Where is she?" Mo Jinghong's tone was slightly cold.

"I didn't meet my junior sister." Ning Shiyue shook her head.

Mo Jinghong's eyes flashed and he looked at Rong Zhuofan, "Did any of you attack her?"

Rong Zhuofan looked at Mo Jinghong with horror in his eyes. He had stood there for so long and he didn't even notice Mo Jinghong's existence!

"Who are you talking about?" Rong Zhuofan put his hand on Fat Hu's head, considering whether to run away.

"My junior sister is the girl who went in with you before." Ning Shiyue explained from the side.

"She... Feng Qingran?" Rong Zhuofan asked tentatively.

Are these people all Ye Wentian's disciples?

"Yes, it's Feng Qingran." Ning Shiyue nodded.

Rong Zhuofan frowned slightly, "I ran too fast and didn't pay attention."

Mo Jinghong had a cold aura, and his voice was as deep as jade, "Have any of you done anything to her?"

"Yes, Xiao Qingfeng, not only did he take action, he also wanted to kill someone." Rong Zhuofan tried to trick Xiao Qingfeng and showed no mercy.

"Very good!" Mo Jinghong's phoenix eyes were sharp, giving people a chilling feeling.

Rong Zhuofan was amazed, Ye Wentian and these disciples were all little monsters!

Feng Qingran Yuanying plays with the virtual god.

The coercion of this young master's deity actually made him a little scared even as a virtual god, and he couldn't afford to offend him!

"Can I leave?" Rong Zhuofan asked.

Next, it will definitely be a journey into muddy waters, and he doesn’t want to get involved in it anymore!

Mo Jinghong nodded and stood in black clothes against the light. The sleeves moved automatically without wind, showing his supreme dignity.

Rong Zhuofan stepped forward to leave. After taking a few steps, Fat Tiger bit his clothes and pulled him towards Mo Jinghong.

"Fat Tiger, return to the sect."

Roar! ——

Can't leave, there's something good!

Fat Tiger looked reluctant to leave.

Rong Zhuofan's eyes fell on Mo Jinghong. Did Mo Jinghong have any treasures on him?

wrong!

Rong Zhuofan looked behind Mo Jinghong, where was the hole he dug?

There is a very powerful aura there.

This scent is unheard of, but it’s definitely something good!

Mo Jinghong's eyebrows were as sharp as swords, and his phoenix eyes flashed with cold light, "Is there anything else, Master Rong?"

"I just want to take a look at the hole I dug." Rong Zhuofan's voice was calm.

The Yuanbao in the pit was trembling and digging hard, but it was still a little short of the mark. As long as it delayed a little longer, it would be able to dig it out...

Mo Jinghong looked at Fat Tiger, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "Sect Master Rong, your saber-toothed tiger hasn't been promoted for a long time?"

Rong Zhuofan's attention was diverted, "It's true that they haven't been promoted for hundreds of years. It's strange to say that holy beasts can obviously speak human language. Unfortunately, something went wrong when Fat Tiger was promoted, causing it to be unable to speak. Human language.”

Mo Jinghong said in a deep voice: "It has a trace of the white tiger's blood in its body. That blood is too domineering. If it doesn't awaken, it will never advance again in the future."

"You... how did you tell?" Rong Zhuofan looked nervous. He hid the fact that Fat Tiger had White Tiger's bloodline very tightly.

The bloodline of the four great mythical beasts, the white tiger, once this matter is leaked...

Both he and Fat Tiger will suffer.

Mo Jinghong's eyes were deep, "Anyone who can open his eyes can see it."

"How could you have the Heavenly Eye?" Rong Zhuofan was even more surprised. The number of monks who can cultivate the Heavenly Eye is one in ten million!

The white tiger bloodline is a good thing for Fat Tiger, but it is also a bad thing.

The blood of the white tiger can make the fat tiger stronger.

But at the same time, it may also bring disaster to Fat Tiger!

"These are not important. I just want to tell Sect Master Rong that no matter what happens here, don't come back!" Mo Jinghong's whole body exudes the aura of a superior.

Rong Zhuofan glanced at the pit behind Mo Jinghong.

"Okay! But Fat Tiger's matter will always be kept secret!" Rong Zhuofan looked serious.

Anyway, as long as there is no bloodline awakening pill.

Fat Tiger will never be able to awaken the White Tiger bloodline in his lifetime, and no outsider will find out that he is a descendant of the White Tiger.

Mo Jinghong raised his hand and handed Rong Zhuofan a porcelain vase, "This is a thank you gift. I wish Sect Master Rong good luck."

Rong Zhuofan met Mo Jinghong's cold eyes, and there was no greed in them.

Rong Zhuofan took the porcelain bottle and opened it.

Suddenly, his hands kept shaking and his eyes widened, "This... this thing..."

It turned out to be a holy bloodline awakening pill!

What he had never dared to dream about in his whole life was actually obtained so easily!

"Thank you sir, I will thank you again in the future." Rong Zhuofan thanked him and left with the reluctant Fat Hu.

Even the people guarding the outside of Xionghu Ridge have withdrawn.

"Seventh Junior Brother, what did you give him? Why is he so happy?" Ning Shiyue asked curiously.

"Fifth Senior Sister, you should think about how to explain your behavior to Sixth Senior Brother." Mo Jinghong's eyes were cold.

During a trip to Xionghu Ridge, he could see that Feng Qingran and Ning Shiyue were a bold combination.