In the past few days, Ling Qingyan and Yuwen Chenglin have met each other again and all smiles bitterly.

All of this was because of the girl who followed them to the Mo Inn a few days ago. Since the girl came here with the two of them that day, Yuwen Chenglin booked the No. 4 Room for the girl to live in, and the girl was not polite at all and lived there directly.

After a few days of getting along, Ling Qingyan and the others also knew the girl's name, Ximen Wanwan.

When he first heard Ximen Wanwan’s introduction, Ling Qingyan’s mind couldn’t help but see the figure of the drunken man “Ximen Kuang” he met in Moyun City three years ago… Through Fan Yiran’s mouth, he already knew that Ximen Kuang was originally a child of the Ximen family. The Ximen family was considered a big family at the time, but was destroyed by the Murong family decades ago.

Couldn't this girl have anything to do with Simon Kuang, right?

This was a strange idea that Ling Qingyan had when he knew the girl's identity. Then Ling Qingyan shook his head again. Even though the person with the surname Ximen was very few in Chongwu Continent, it should not be just the Ximen family, right?

This girl, Ximen Wanwan, would be fine if she stayed there, but she didn't know the silence. She woke up the sleeping Yuwen Chenglin today and took Ling Qingyan's blood partner, the little Tibetan mastiff, away tomorrow... In the past few days, the little Tibetan mastiff has suffered a lot. Every time she looked at Ling Qingyan's eyes, she was pitiful.

Ling Qingyan was also helpless. He didn't want Ximen Wanwan to turn her attention to him because of the little Tibetan mastiff, so he turned a blind eye and pretended not to see the pitiful look of the little Tibetan mastiff.

Ximen Wanwan can't beat him, and she can't scold him, and Ling Qingyan is helpless.

"I can almost clearly sense the existence and direction of this evil blood python totem... But I can only sense the existence of the Qilin totem through my spiritual consciousness! Perhaps it is because my spiritual consciousness only fuses 70% of the evil blood python totem."

Ling Qingyan was sitting cross-legged in the bed at this time, feeling the message from his consciousness, and couldn't help but talk in his heart.

In the past few days, Ling Qingyan has not continued to practice the eighth style of the Nine Sword Styles that day, because he knew that he had encountered a bottleneck... and breaking through the bottleneck is not something that can be achieved by hard work alone, and it also takes an opportunity. As for what opportunity it is, Ling Qingyan himself was still confused at all, just let it go.

Once the opportunity comes, it will come naturally!

So, now that it was empty, Ling Qingyan sensed the two innate totems in the sea of ​​consciousness through his spiritual consciousness... Through the reaction of the evil blood python totem, Ling Qingyan knew that the two totems in the sea of ​​consciousness were still fighting constantly. And as long as Ling Qingyan's spiritual consciousness invaded the vicinity of the evil blood python totem, it was also slowly growing by absorbing the blood-colored mist and white mist born through their fighting!

Ling Qingyan could clearly detect the changes in spiritual consciousness.

Even through the changes in spiritual consciousness in the past few days, Ling Qingyan faintly realized that the degree of fusion between spiritual consciousness and the evil blood python totem seemed to have deepened! Although it was a world of difference from the practice of the nine styles of the Heavenly Sword, Ling Qingyan clearly sensed it.

"These days, the nine styles of the Heavenly Sword have not made any breakthroughs, and the fusion progress of the evil blood python totem and spiritual consciousness has completely stopped. Unexpectedly, there is a vague change now..."

Ling Qingyan couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, the knock on the door was a "bang bang", but Yuwen Chenglin came to ask Ling Qingyan to have dinner in his room.

Ling Qingyan looked out the window and was shocked. It was just early morning when he was meditating. The spiritual consciousness invaded the consciousness for a while, but it was already noon.

"No wonder, those fantasy cultivation novels I read in my spare time in my last life, said that there is no time to practice... Although it was a little exaggerated, it had been a morning since my eyes were closed," Ling Qingyan couldn't help but sigh, and then followed Yuwen Chenglin to Room No. 2, Tianzi.

As soon as he entered the door, Ling Qingyan politely bowed to the old man beside the table, "Amber."

The old man who had closed his eyes slightly rested heard the sound, stood up, looked at Ling Qingyan with a smile on his face, and said enthusiastically: "Young Master Ling is here, come, sit down."

This old man is the old servant of Yuwen Chenglin, Amber.

Now, the old man already knew the danger that his young master encountered after he fell into a coma on the Nanhuang day! An Bo was extremely grateful to the young man who saved the two of him. In addition to Ling Qingyan's easy-goingness, An Bo had a very good impression of him.

"Amber, sit down!"

When Ling Qingyan saw the old man stand up, he also went over to support him and asked him to sit down again. He knew that the old man's injuries had not healed.

Ling Qingyan respects the old man more! From Yuwen Chenglin's mouth, he also learned that the old man has been following Yuwen Chenglin since he was a child, caring and protecting him everywhere, and not letting him suffer any harm. Even when he was young, the enemy of the family once targeted him, and when the other party sent a master to attack, An Bo tried his best to protect him!

That time, Amber even lay in the bed for more than a year! This shows how serious the injury is.

From then on, Ling Qingyan also learned the reason why Yuwen Chenglin was in the Southern Wilderness and even if he was desperate to die, he would bring the old man out. At the same time, Ling Qingyan's evaluation of Yuwen Chenglin was a little higher, knowing that this was a person who absolutely values ​​love and friendship.

"I'm so familiar with you, why are you still polite..."

Ximen Wanwan, still dressed in fiery red clothes at the table, saw Ling Qingyan and An Bo like this, couldn't help but shake her head and mutter, then used chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat in the table plate and handed it to the mouth of the little Tibetan mastiff in her arms, "Little fat, come on, sister will give you a piece of meat..."

Little fat?

The three people next to them were all silent, and they didn't expect that Ximen Wanwan would give this young monster such a name.

However, depending on the size of the little Tibetan mastiff, this name is appropriate.

"Haha! Xiaopang, this name is quite cute..."

Yuwen Chenglin first broke the awkward atmosphere, sat down, and smiled and said, "If you don't have this meal, it will be cold..."

The light in his eyes swept over the little Tibetan mastiff in Ximen Wanwan's arms. Yuwen Chenglin couldn't help but sigh that he believed that he had a high level of knowledge in the race and category of monsters, but he did not know the origin of this young monster at all. He had never even heard of such a monster!

Over the past few days, he also knew that this monster is not an ordinary monster! He was already able to understand human nature in this childhood.

"Little Pang, do you actually want to drink?"

Ximen Wanwan couldn't help but speak out as she looked at the little Tibetan mastiff who was shaking her chubby body in her arms and was about to climb onto the table.

At this time, Yuwen Chenglin had already picked up the wine pot on the table and poured a glass for himself, Ling Qingyan and Anbo... The little Tibetan mastiff's pupils stared at the wine pot in Yuwen Chenglin's hand.

This little Tibetan mastiff is obviously interested in wine.
Chapter completed!