I wanted to raise a dog, but how could I raise a dog?

After arriving at Guixu Peak, because Lin Yu'an had a certain reputation in the sect, more than a dozen punishment disciples rushed in to report, fearing that their slow movements would anger this cold-faced god.

Standing outside the empty hall, Lin Yu'an threw Nie Deng to the ground, and seeing the red marks on Xiefeng's body felt agitated, so he simply put his hand on the handle of the knife and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing his appearance, Xiefeng wisely didn't bother him, but wandered around in the square made of white jade bricks.It's just that it doesn't take long for him to look back at Lin Yu'an, for fear that the other party will leave him.

Lin Yu'an was sorting out what the suzerain had just said, her thoughts were deep and undistracted.Suddenly, there was a crisp sound like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, which was so familiar that he couldn't help but open his eyes and turn around.

"Brother Lin?"

The person who came was a woman wearing a transparent gauze shirt surrounded by colorful butterflies.

Her face is like a saint of Lingshan Mountain, solemn and ethereal, her hair is like floating clouds being held up by colorful butterflies; her head is covered with golden steps, her ears are worn with bright moon bells, and golden threads are worn in the bells, and the golden threads are tied with colorful butterflies; a pair of colorful butterflies fall on the eye feathers , The two eyes have a strange flash of light.

When she saw Lin Yuan turn around, she didn't care about the other party's indifference, her eyes covered with butterfly scales could not see clearly, but the corners of her mouth were raised: "You are finally back, I thought you were going to give up this time It’s a competition inside the door.”

The woman's voice was like a spring breeze, which made people feel as if they were going to float up.

The person who came was Wan Chunhan, who was also a disciple of Chen Yi. He entered the school two years later than Lin Yu'an, but he made rapid progress. In just 15 years, he jumped into the third-rank psychic realm, and won the same rank with his strange and poisonous skills. , only lost once under Lin Yuan's men.

Seeing that it was his junior sister who was close to him coming, Lin Yuan nodded slightly and said "Junior Sister Wan" as a response.

As if he was used to Lin Yu'an's indifference, the other party didn't care, but raised his index finger to summon a colorful dragonfly to rest on his fingertips, and smiled slightly: "After listening to what senior brother said, I went to find a colorful dragonfly. .”

"My words?" Lin Yu settled down, as if she didn't remember saying it.

Wan Chunhan smiled and let the dragonfly fly to Linyu'an: "This is the dragonfly from the Yancai world, and it is born to create illusions. Didn't Senior Brother Lin say that he was going to find a natural beast? So when I went to practice I brought one back for you."

The Yan Cailing dragonfly is not much different from ordinary dragonflies, but its four wings are like a cloud of colorful light, without a specific shape, and the shape of the wings can only be barely seen when it is flying.

And his illusion is built with these clouds-like wings, which is not enough to compare with Jin Yu's natural large-scale illusion.

However, Yancai spirit dragons often live in groups and are extremely aggressive. They are very difficult beasts in the Yancai world. With Wan Chunhan's cultivation, it must have taken a lot of thought to find such a docile spirit dragon.

So Linyu An accepted her kindness, and stretched out her fingers to let the spirit dragon rest on her fingertips.However, when Yunyan flapped her wings, fine colored scales landed on her pure white gloves, making him raise his eyebrows slightly.

Establishing spiritual communication with Linglong, Lin Yuan let him fly in the air, and then thanked Wan Chunhan with a soft face: "Thank you, Junior Sister Wan." I have found a pill formula, which should be able to relieve your eye disease. I will hand it over to you when I succeed in refining it."

Hearing this, Wan Chunhan's eyes, which were covered by butterfly scale powder until the whites of his eyes were colored, suddenly brightened up, and he could clearly see the joy.

She approached Lin Yu'an with a smile on her face, put her hands behind her back, bent slightly, and said in a sweet voice: "Thank you, Brother Lin." Her long hair slipped from her shoulders and was about to rub against Lin Yu'an's clothes.

However, before touching it, a pair of small hands grabbed the strand of hair and flung it back behind Wan Chunhan.

At some point, Xiefeng came over and squeezed between the two of them, smiling softly at Wan Chunhan: "Sister, your hair has slipped off." As he spoke, he patted Lin Yuan's clothes lightly, like It's like dusting off.

Wan Chunhan was not annoyed either, she glanced at Xiefeng with hard-to-see eyes, but smiled lightly at Linyu'an, "Senior brother, is this the Taoist boy you have recruited?"

Waving his hand to tell Xiefeng not to continue, Lin Yuan asked back, "How did you know?"

"Master told me, he said that senior brother's new Taoist boy..." Wan Chunhan changed his words, "Master said he is as cute as a little milk dog."

In fact, Chen Yi's original words were not this, but Wan Chunhan guessed that Lin Yu'an would not like that adjective, so she lied quietly.

Although Lin Yu'an could see that the other party paused suspiciously, he didn't ask.Because at this time, the group of punishing disciples who had been notified for a long time was swarming out around a young man.

The young man was dressed in purple, with straight eyebrows and starry eyes. He wore a wooden sword without a sheath around his waist. His hair was loosely tied up and messy. His clothes were wrinkled a lot when he was surrounded by everyone, giving him a kind of awe-inspiring look. Feeling casual and lazy.

The moment she saw the young man, Lin Yuan felt her head start to grow bigger.

Wan Chunhan next to him also seemed to understand something, and couldn't help laughing softly, covering his lips.

Only Xiefeng was at a loss, looked at Lin Yu'an with a black face, and then at the young man who was walking quickly with a happy face, thinking: Another rival in love?

Soon, his conjecture was verified.

The young man walked straight up to Lin Yu'an, with a bright smile on his extraordinary handsome face: "Yu'an, you're finally here! Did you come to see me? Did you bring me a gift? I haven't seen you for a few years, how do you feel that you still haven't grown taller? Are you going to be this tall in the future? This is not good, if you are so short, you will not be able to find a wife..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to draw the height difference between himself and Lin Yu'an.

In fact, Lin Yu'an is not short, it's just that after entering the second-grade physical training at the age of 17, his appearance has grown extremely slowly. Even now that he is thirty and two, he looks like a young man, compared to a man who looks 25 or [-] About half a head shorter.

Taking a half step back, Lin Yuan stood a distance away from him, and said coldly, "Zhan Yunhuan, shut up."

Thus, the man's chatter came to an abrupt end.

Although he listened to Lin Yu'an's words, Zhan Yunhuan quickly smacked his lips and said, "It's a pity, I still have a lot of poems that I haven't read to you. These are all specially written for you during my retreat." , every word is absolutely top grade, let me read you a poem. Lingxu has a beautiful woman, who is independent from the world, and she will behead the enemy once, and then..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yu'an drew his knife directly at him, and his voice was extremely cold: "If I don't kill the enemy, I will kill you."

In an instant, Ling Ran's fighting spirit erupted from him, making his robe rustle.

The onlookers were immediately frightened by the fighting intent, and scattered like birds and beasts, fearing that they would be affected and bear the terrible saber intent.

Only Zhan Yunhuan and Wan Chunhan didn't respond, they still smiled.Wan Chunhan even kindly pulled La Xiefeng away from the center of the storm.

However, Xiefeng was nailed to the spot, unwilling to leave, and even gave Wan Chunhan a strange look in his eyes.

Wan Chunhan only felt as if a needle wanted to pierce her eye, but soon, the pain disappeared.When he reacted again, Xiefeng had already turned his head. Although he looked weak, his figure was extremely firm.

Remembering this detail, Wan Chunhan pursed her lips and did not move, but her attention stayed on Xiefeng.

On the other side, Zhan Yunhuan, who was facing the coldness of the blade, even raised his wooden sword and lazily drew a sword flower, and faced Lin Yu'an without any posture: "Come on, come on, I haven't fought with you for several years , the bones are almost hard. It just so happens that my retreat is over today, let's come and practice."

After the words fell, an extremely majestic voice exploded in the ears like thunder, accompanied by terrifying coercion, which made everyone's minds buzz.

"Dare to act wildly on my preemptive peak, you are quite courageous."

At this moment, the low-cultivation disciples had already left, so they were not affected.

Only Xiefeng, who was weakened after being forcibly elevated, felt a fishy sweetness in his throat as if he had been hit hard.He originally wanted to swallow it directly, but when he saw Lin Yu'an and Zhan Yunhuan looking at each other, he felt very uncomfortable, and directly sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ground, splashing a big puddle with a "poof".

Lin Yu'an, who had attracted all his attention by Zhan Yunhuan, remembered that Xiefeng was still behind him, so he took out a handkerchief and handed it over, and then opened the spirit qi photo to dissipate the pressure for him.

After Zhan Yunhuan and Wan Chunhan saw Lin Yu'an's handkerchief, they looked at each other, but couldn't see each other's mind clearly, so they looked away and bowed in mid-air.

"Meet the Elder of Punishment/Master!"

At the same time, Linyu An also pulled Xiefeng to salute and greet.

Xiefeng secretly raised his eyes to glance into the air, and saw a middle-aged man with a naked upper body and a leather armor walking against the wind and landed in Baiyu Square.

Although the man is middle-aged, he has sparse eyebrows and a slightly rough beard that has not been trimmed much, which adds to his original handsome face. The years have carved light wind and frost on his face, but it has given him a temperament that is not angry but majestic It penetrates even more bone marrow; the muscles of his body are like hard rocks, shining bronze in the sunlight.

It's just that what's more strange is that compared to the other people's fairy air and wide robes with big sleeves, that person is wearing a fox fur cloak with empty sleeves. Even though his voice is extremely majestic, his face is full of sleepiness, and he slaps his head from time to time. Yawning, it seemed that his title of "Punishment Elder" was completely inconsistent.

Lang Xiao glanced at the two men who were facing each other with swords and swords, and smiled knowingly: "So it's you. I said, you two bastards are the only ones who dare to show their weapons in front of me." Saying this, he walked up to Zhan Yunhuan Beside him, he raised his hand and gave him a chestnut on the top of his head, and joked: "You brat, put away your sword! If you break the suzerain's precious lump, I'll see where you cry."

Zhan Yun smiled happily and shook the wooden sword: "He is also my precious lump, and I don't want to hurt him, otherwise I will write poems for someone."