Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

He didn't want it, he just wanted to see how many spiritual stones Mo Jinghong gave to his young apprentice?

He was really just curious!

Feng Qingran:......

Master, is this what you call being disrespectful of your body and integrity?

"Damn it! This Mo Jinghong is so inhumane! How can he be treated so differently!" Ye Wentian stared at the storage bag, looking distressed.

It's not that he has never seen the world, it's just that he has never owned so many spiritual stones in his life!

Thirty thousand top-quality spiritual stones!

Equivalent to million low-grade spiritual stones!

"Little disciple, give me all this. If your seventh senior brother asks, how will you explain it?" Ye Wentian's handsome eyes lit up and his heart beat wildly.

With these top quality items, we can then sell these monster corpses.

He can store at least top-quality spiritual stones in his hands.

Fifty thousand top-quality spiritual stones are enough to buy several jars of... Taibai Immortal Brew!

"Huh? I..." Feng Qingran was thinking, her gaze fell on Ye Wentian's back, and her almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened.

Ye Wentian did not notice anything unusual about Feng Qingran, but instead said excitedly: "Little disciple, if you tell lies, you will definitely not be able to deceive your seventh senior brother. You must mix the truth with the lies, and avoid the important and the light!"

"But don't mention me in front of him, otherwise he will definitely guess that I took these spiritual stones. You can cry directly in front of him, and then say: Senior Brother Hua has some spiritual stones, and senior brother will ask... "

"Little apprentice, what's wrong with your eyes? Are you having a cramp?" Ye Wentian saw Feng Qingran blinking at him desperately and didn't react.

If it were in the past, he would definitely understand what Feng Qingran meant, but at this moment, his mind was entirely on the spirit stone.

"Master, why don't you continue?"

A cold voice suddenly reached Ye Wentian's ears.

Ye Wentian paused and turned around stiffly, "Jinghong... why are you here? How long have you been here? No, you... listen to my excuses, no... listen to my explanation, I actually just want to test it. Little apprentice..."

There was no trace of embarrassment on Ye Wentian's face, only a guilty conscience when facing Mo Jinghong.

"Old man, do you believe what you said?" Mu Qianjue on the side waved his jade fan gently, his peach blossom eyes full of smiles, as if he was watching a good show.

Mo Jinghong is tall and tall, handsome and handsome, with twinkling eyes.

Mo Jinghong looked at the piles of monster corpses behind the two of them, his eyes became deep and sharp, revealing an indescribable coldness.

Ye Wentian shuddered when he saw the cold smile on the corner of Mo Jinghong's mouth.

Finished!

He seemed to have forgotten that all the secret realms in Lingyun Sect were set up by Mo Jinghong!

If there is such a fat-headed fish here, it must be something useful that Mo Jinghong kept...

Ye Wentian, based on the idea of ​​​​death fellow Taoist and immortal Pingdao, directly pushed Feng Qingran to the front, "Jinghong, it was the little apprentice who wanted to eat fish, so I killed all the fish."

Ye Wentian was extremely sure that Mo Jinghong would not blame Feng Qingran!

Feng Qingran looked confused and met Mo Jinghong's cold eyes.

A sentence came to her mind, there is no danger, the master is the biggest danger!

Mu Qianjue on the side raised his eyebrows, his handsome face was full of smile, and he said suavely: "Little junior sister, can't you tell, you have a big appetite? You are almost catching up with Luan Jin!"

Ye Wentian glared at Mu Qianjue, "You brat, you came here specifically to fight against him, right?"

Mu Qianjue smiled and nodded, as if to say: Yes! You did it on purpose, come and hit me!

The two stared at each other, not at all like master and disciple.

Sudden--

Ye Wentian felt a light touch in his hand and watched helplessly as the storage bag fell into Mo Jinghong's hand.

Mo Jinghong returned the storage bag to Feng Qingran, "Master, you must be embarrassed to take the little junior sister's spiritual stone."

Ye Wentian stared at the storage bag eagerly, he was very embarrassed!

"Junior sister, remember, elders will never ask juniors for spiritual stones, otherwise they will definitely be stabbed in the spine by monks." Mo Jinghong blocked Ye Wentian's path with one sentence.

Ye Wentian was not afraid of poking his back, but he was afraid that Mo Jinghong would settle the score with him.

After all, he had killed all the monsters raised by Mo Jinghong!

"Senior Brother Seventh, I remember it." A thought flashed through Feng Qingran's mind, overturning her previous thoughts.

Mo Jinghong took out two teleportation talismans, handed them to Mu Qianjue and Ye Wentian, and said to them: "You go back to the sect first. The other four senior brothers, follow the master closely and don't let him run away."

"Okay." Mu Qianjue had no objection.

When passing through the Sword Tomb, Mo Jinghong helped him get a good thing.

As for Ye Wentian!

At best, he is a half-baked master...

Ye Wentian didn't want to leave, he stared at the corpses of the monsters, "Jinghong, I have no merit but hard work, how about sharing a few among me?"

Mo Jinghong's eyes were cold, and with a flick of his sleeves, the teleportation talismans in their hands lit up and disappeared.

"Senior Brother Seven, I was wrong." Feng Qingran lowered her head, feeling the low air pressure. She felt an unprecedented sense of oppression on Mo Jinghong.

This was the first time that Mo Jinghong showed his coldness to her.

"Little junior sister, do you know where I went wrong?" Mo Jinghong's face was unparalleled, and the shadows in his phoenix eyes were flowing, implying a hint of helplessness.

"I...I..." She didn't know where she was wrong!

"You get a magic weapon and you dare to make a contract easily? Who taught you?" Mo Jinghong's cold eyes flashed with a deep light.