"My friend Yi, are you also proficient in beast control techniques?" The old man with a young face and crane hair asked with a somewhat ugly face. His spiritual sense was released unscrupulously and he searched Yi Chen.

When the colorful wind butterfly fell on his waist, Yi Chen felt something was wrong and quickly communicated with the fox girl to let him return to his ancestral orifice in an instant.

At this time, facing the exploration of the spiritual sense of the old man with a young face and a crane hair, he had no other choice and quickly asked the fox Meiniang to use his spiritual sense to resist.

Her strength is not enough, but her spiritual consciousness is still there, and there is no problem with resisting the spiritual consciousness exploration of a monk in the early stage of the Holy Body Realm.

The old man with a child-faced and crane hair flashed a little surprised. His spiritual sense was exploring Yi Chen, and it turned out to be like a mud cow entering the sea without any result. He felt a little afraid in his heart.

When this happens, either Yi Chen's cultivation is higher than his or there are treasures that block his spiritual consciousness. No matter what the situation is, he dare not investigate it unscrupulously.

Yi Chen took advantage of the hesitation of the old man with a young face and crane hair and quickly performed the fifth refinement of the Nine Refinings, preparing to release the heart fire from his eyes.

The matter really reached an irreversible point, so he could only use the same trick again and use his heart fire to shock all the monks present.

As long as the monk present senses the power of the heart fire, he will inevitably associate him with the rumored peerless power. Even if he cannot fully believe it, he will have to be afraid of it and he will have a chance to escape.

Yi Chen was preparing in secret, but on the surface he smiled faintly without saying a word, looking profound.

Seeing this, the old man with a young face and a crane-haired man did not dare to test Yi Chen again. Seeing other foreign monks, he looked at them with some confusion. He knew that the face of Beast King Mountain must not be lost.

So he quickly changed the topic and said, "The Five Colored Wind Butterfly will play with Yi Xiaoyou for a while, and I will take it back later. Now I have to announce something. I wonder which fellow Taoist is the owner of the Black and White Bear. Can he come out to discuss it with me?"

The old man with a child-faced and crane-haired look on the black and white cute king next to Wen Xuying. To him, the value of the colorful wind butterfly is far inferior to that of the black and white cute king.

In addition to the black and white cute king himself being a descendant of the divine beast, the more important thing is that the colorful wind butterfly has been subdued and will be subject to others if they do not advance to the holy fetal realm.

As soon as the old man with a young face and a crane hair said the words, the monks present looked at each other and even started to whisper, but no one stood up.

The scene was a little awkward. He coughed lightly and asked Wen Xuying: "Nephew Wen, where did your black and white bear spirit beast come from?"

"I have no master, the black and white Taoist fellow Taoist has no master. It took the initiative to find me and ask me to help me. I also asked my master to understand it. It does not belong to anyone." Wen Xuying said nervously, afraid that the old man with a child-faced and crane-haired hair would take the black and white bear into a spirit beast without saying anything.

"Haha, it's better if you don't have a master! Little bear, are you willing to be my spirit beast?" The old man with a young face and crane hair was overjoyed, and then looked at the black and white cute king and asked.

"You dare to let me be your spiritual beast. You are really brave." What surprised the monks was that this round black and white bear could actually speak, and a pair of big dark circles showed strong disdain, but the sound of speaking was as pure as a child of five or six years old.

"Master, fellow Taoist Hei and White are here to help the disciples, please let them go." Wen Xuying's face changed slightly and she said quickly.

"It's not your turn to talk, shut up." The old man with a child-faced and crane hair was a little angry and was actually rejected by a spirit beast in the late stage of the Xuanzhu Realm without hesitation, which made him very embarrassed. He could even feel the ridicule of other monks. If he could not conquer the black and white bear today, Beast King Mountain would probably be discredited.

"Hmph, if you don't want toast, you will be punished. The little bear cub dares to be arrogant." The old man with a young face and crane snorted coldly, stepped on the white clouds and took it out, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the black and white bear.

The brown sleeve robe shook and rolled towards the black and white bear.

The black and white cute king rolled up his sleeves with the flashing glowing sunset, and did not dodge or avoid it. He stretched out his furry black claws and grabbed the rolled brown sleeves.

The claws did not contain any spiritual power, and they collided with the brown sleeves that were flashing with the glow of light. After a muffled sound, the sleeves became countless pieces, like brown butterflies flying all over the sky.

The face of the old man with a child-faced and crane hair changed slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He took a step back involuntarily. His arms, which had no sleeves, were revealed, and blue veins were everywhere on them, trembling constantly. After a test strike, he actually suffered a little loss.

His brown robe seemed ordinary, but in fact it was made of monster skins from the Xuanzhu Realm. It was fine to take advantage of the magic weapon from the Xuanzhu Realm. Unexpectedly, the black and white cute king easily turned a sleeve into pieces by using his physical strength alone.

He had known for a long time that the Black and White Cute King had the bloodline of the divine beast and his body was extremely powerful, but he did not expect that he would be so strong that he was obviously a Black and White Cute King with the late stage of the Xuanzhu Realm, and could fight him with his physical strength without being at a disadvantage.

The old man with a child-faced and crane-haired mind was shocked, and the cute black and white king still said in a silence tone: "I wonder how many times can you fight me as a monk in the Holy Fetal Realm?"

The face of the old man with a young face and a crescent hair suddenly became extremely ugly. He must save his face, otherwise the beast king mountain would be destroyed in his hands.

"Little little spirit beast, you dare to be arrogant. I won't accept you today." The young man said angrily, and raised his hand and appeared in his hand a seven-story glazed pagoda.

"The treasure of the Beast King Mountain, the Seven-Star Demon-Suppressing Tower!" As soon as the pagoda appeared, someone immediately recognized it.

"I think it's just a copy, how can I really carry it with you at any time?" An alien holy fetal cultivator said with a slight narrowed eyes.

"Even if it is a copy, it is used to deal with the spirit beasts that have always been in the Xuanzhu Realm, it is probably a knives to kill chickens." Someone was puzzled.

"Otherwise, this spirit beast has an extraordinary origin, and it may even be a legendary powerful spirit beast." Someone showed a look of greed.

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"I'll just get the demon-suppressing tower!" The fox girl's disdainful voice sounded, "You can continue to play the trick of the black and white cute king, otherwise it will be besieged and we won't be able to escape."

"Well, do you know him or you came to Beast King Mountain for it." Yi Chen said in surprise.

"I do know it. Let's talk about these things after leaving the Beast King Mountain. Do what I said first..." Fox Mei Niang said anxiously.

After hearing the fox Mei Niang's method, Yi Chen was a little surprised, but instantly weighed the pros and cons and knew that there was no way out.

After making up his mind, he openly put the colorful wind-harming butterfly into the spirit beast bag.

In fact, there was no need for him to put it in. Just by opening the spirit beast bag, the colorful wind butterfly couldn't wait to get in.

Then he glanced at the old man with a contemptuous look, with a young and crane-haired man with bare arms, shook his head slightly, "Oh, Beast King Mountain's strength is really not very good. You can't even deal with a small spiritual beast. It's so boring. I'll say goodbye."

"What did you say?" The old man with a young face and a crane hair looked even more ugly, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He asked Yi Chen. Wen Xuying and others suddenly felt that the whole air suddenly became cold.

Not only did the old man with a child-faced and crane-haired question with murderous intent, the middle-aged monk in black robe stared at Yi Chen with hatred, feeling that this junior was ignorant of the world, and the dog was sitting in a sedan chair and did not know how to raise his compliments. They treated each other with courtesy and also gave them a transformed spirit beast.

I never thought that this junior was not a person. He took the colorful wind butterfly in front of him and even spoke rudely to the Beast King Mountain.

Even if the junior in front of him is really from one of the top ten sects, he can't swallow this. Otherwise, how could Beast King Mountain gain a foothold in the cultivation world?

The two Holy Fetal Realm monks in Beast King Mountain were like this, and the others were even more angry. The foreign monks did not speak, but looked at Yi Chen in shock and disbelief.

I thought that this monk was too proud and an ungrateful guy. He was more likely to have a brain problem. Before leaving Beast King Mountain, he had to get more and more. He took the colorful wind butterfly and spoke rude to Beast King Mountain. There was no other possibility except for a brain problem.

The disciples of Beast King Mountain could not help but condemn Yi Chen.

Song Zhiyin even stood up from the magic weapon and said indignantly to Yi Chen: "Yi Xiaozhei, what are you? You dare to insult me ​​and disrespect me. You don't even take everyone in this sect, even the fellow Taoists present, and where did you get the confidence? Could it be that your evil magic will not work?"

Song Zhiyin finally found an opportunity, and his momentum was high and his tone was aggressive. He even came to Yi Chen without even realizing it, and at the same time, the magic weapon under his feet was sacrificed to the top of his head.

As long as the two seniors with a young face and a crescent-haired old man did not stop him, he would do his best to deal with Yi Chen. Even if he didn't have much chance of winning, this was an opportunity to atone for his sins. Besides, with two seniors in the Holy Fetal Realm who were suppressing the formation, what else would he be afraid of?

"I am confident myself. I am too lazy to take action by a low-level monk like you." Yi Chen carried his hands behind his back. The eyes of others had no effect on him at all, but just said to Song Zhiyin disdainfully.

"When you die, you still dare to speak stubbornly. If you have the ability, don't do it." Song Zhiyin thought, and the crescent moon sword magic weapon on his head turned into a crescent moon about a meter long, slashing down towards Yi Chen's head.

"I don't have to deal with you at all." Two blue lights flashed in Yi Chen's eyes and flew into Song Zhiyin's eyes. The heart fire was useless to him. He could only let the fox Meiniang take action and use illusion to attack the other party.

This made Song Zhiyin fall into the illusion first, and the crescent moon sword magic weapon that slashed at him would be destroyed without attack. Even if the crescent moon sword magic weapon was slashed on him, with his current physical strength, it would not be a big deal.

With the level of fox Mei Niang's illusion, she naturally had a good grasp of Song Zhiyin, who was in a disorderly state of mind, and easily made the other party fall into the illusion. The crescent moon sword magic weapon lost control, and its power was not enough. Before it reached about a foot above his head, it was bounced away by the protective light.

Song Zhiyin himself had lost his mind and his body fell down involuntarily. The old man with a young face and a crane hair helped him first, so he did not let him fall directly.
Chapter completed!