He remembered that that day, Yinglong rushed in like a wind and wagged his tail twice at Tianmiao. That is Uncle Yinglong!
There is also Uncle Yinglong who is usually very stingy, and actually "spends a lot of money" for this day.
Thinking of this, the cold sweat on the head's forehead became more and more rapid.
He should wake up and talk about what to do with the blue sky and daydreams.
The Sect Master wiped his cold sweat and immediately thought for the better.
No matter how powerful the sword spirit Tianmiao is, at present, it seems that he has no ill will towards Ye Chenfeng and Canglang Sect, and Yinglong and Yinglong should be really acquainted. Even for Yinglong's sake, he wouldn't do anything unfavorable to the Canglang Sect.
On the contrary, it will also depend on Yinglong's face or the face of his own scumbag. Once the Canglang Sect is in trouble, this powerful sword spirit will still help.
Thinking of this, the sect master stopped sweating, and began to feel happy.
At this time, the head still firmly believes that Tianmiao is a sword spirit, and it may be the sword spirit who used to be by Da Neng's side.
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Ye Chenfeng had reached Wanbian Peak at this time, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he watched Ying Long carefully choosing jewelry and clothes for Tian Miao.
As soon as he saw Ye Chenfeng coming, Yinglong said hello: "Ah, ice cube boy, come and help Tiantian choose. How do you think this hairpin? It suits Tiantian's temperament. What about this robe? Ah , who made this, it's very good, elegant and beautiful, it's too beautiful."
"It's me, it's me." A monk stepped forward and replied excitedly.
"Oh, not bad. Keep working hard. Next time, I will make a better-looking style. These are for you." Ying Long took out a handful of refining materials and gave it to the excited monk.
That cultivator had to endure and endure so that he didn't raise his head to the sky and roar that he had made a fortune. What Yinglong gave was more than a hundred times more valuable than the vestment he made! Even if he doesn't need it, he can sell it and replace it with the refining materials he needs, enough for him to use it for ten or eight years.
Ye Chenfeng walked to Tian Miao silently, watching Tian Miao playing with a beautiful hairpin in his hand, but stopped when he was about to speak. Because a messenger paper crane flew in front of him.
It was the Sect Master's messenger, Zhihe.
Ye Chenfeng took Zhihe, and the head's voice came to his mind. Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly, but still said to Tianmiao: "Tianmiao, the head wants us to do a task."
"Okay." Tian Miao put away the hairpin in his hand and stood up with a smile, "When do you leave?"
"Now." Ye Chenfeng said. It was only when he separated from the Sect Master that he didn't say anything about it at that time. It seems that he suddenly received a report when he returned to the main hall, so he was in a hurry to transmit the sound to him.
"Ah, where are you going?" Ying Long pushed the big pile of things in his hand forward and said anxiously to those people, "Wait for every day to come back and pick again, don't slack off. Work hard, don't put it down. All my thoughts are on this trick. After I finish practicing, I will refine what I need. Otherwise, I will break your dog legs. You can't put the cart before the horse, and the Canglang Sect can't be destroyed in your hands."
Ye Chenfeng glanced at Ying Long in surprise, he did not expect Ying Long to say such a thing.
"Then let's go." Tian Miao looked at Ye Chenfeng, who was a little surprised, and smiled, "Yinglong is sometimes a little unreliable, but he is still very clear about major events, and he will not forget his own mission. Or to be more precise, he will never forget his promise, his promise to the founder of the Canglang Sect."
Ye Chenfeng was slightly shocked. Looking at Ying Long who was still reprimanding the disciples of Wanbian Peak, he felt that for the first time he recognized this uncle Yinglong who only knew how to eat, drink and bask in the sun.
(End of this chapter)