That white light was so fast that with Meng Bufan's current level of cultivation, he didn't even notice what the white figure was.
Before Meng Bufan had time to dodge, the white figure had already hit his chest.
Meng Bufan was horrified. With his current strength, he would not be much inferior to the mid-to-late stage Wu Jun. Now, he can't even see clearly what that thing is. How fast must he be!
Meng Bufan closed his eyes, feeling very unwilling.
"Xiaohu, come back, don't hurt anyone!" An old voice sounded like a bell.
Meng Bufan felt a soft object fall gently into his arms, and his shoulders were grabbed at the same time, but he was not hurt at all.
He lowered his head and looked into his arms. It turned out to be a white cat. It was slightly larger than an ordinary cat and had long, silky white hair on its body. At this moment, the cat grabbed his shoulders with its claws and two black eyes.
His eyes were looking at him, but there was a sense of affection in his eyes. He was swaying back and forth against Meng Bufan from time to time, as if he was asking Meng Bufan to hug him.
Meng Bufan was surprised, what is going on?
At this time, an old man in simple clothes walked out of the thatched house. He had gray hair and a pure white beard. He looked very ordinary, like a woodcutter cutting firewood on the mountain, and he did not look like a warrior at all.
Meng Bufan was shocked and doubtful for a moment. Are there woodcutters living in Dongxuanzong?
The "woodcutter" was even more surprised than Meng Bufan at the moment.
"My little tiger has never been close to people, and he has never been so affectionate to me. Why is he holding this boy now?"
Meng Bufan ignored the white cat crouching in his arms and apologized respectfully to the old man: "I'm sorry to bother you, old man."
"Are you the disciple Dongxuan Sect recruited this year?"
"Yes, junior Meng Bufan"
The old man stroked his beard and said, "Okay, we are destined to meet each other. Come in with me." Then he said to the white cat,
"Xiaohu, come back! Don't scare the guests."
The white cat shook its head, but refused to get off Meng Bufan's body. It even turned over and lay on Meng Bufan's left shoulder.
Meng Bufan saw that the white cat had no ill intentions and didn't think there was anything wrong.
After entering the thatched house, Meng Bufan raised his eyes and saw that the house was extremely simple. There was only one bed, not even a table or a stool, let alone other living utensils.
The old man didn't let him sit down, and they just stood and talked.
"You are already at the sixth level of martial arts at a young age, and you seem to have good talent. The sacred beast Xiaohu is so close to you, and your luck is even better than your talent. I, Dongxuan Sect, have gained a good disciple."
Meng Bufan secretly wondered, could this white cat be a mythical beast?
From the old man's tone, he must be from the Dongxuan Sect. So he respectfully asked: "Senior, you are so grateful. I am very lucky to be a disciple of the Dongxuan Sect."
"You don't have to be too modest. The mythical beast is spiritual. It will instinctively approach people with great luck, and then follow them to find opportunities. If it encounters you, it is also its opportunity. I have no intention of taking risks now.
, it can’t find an opportunity by following me. Are you willing to take it with you to explore and experience?”
When the white cat heard this, it tugged on Meng Bufan's sleeves with its paws, with a pleading look in its eyes. It looked so cute.
Meng Bufan also liked this white cat very much, so he nodded and said, "Junior is willing, and I also like it very much."
The white cat roared happily, but it didn't sound like a meow.
The old man continued: "But you have to remember one thing. You don't need to sign a soul contract with the mythical beast, let alone use the beast control technique to drive it. The mythical beast has spirituality. How you treat it will be how it treats you."
Meng Bufan nodded: "Disciple, I remember."
"Okay, let's go, we will meet again if we are destined!"
Meng Bufan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Who is the senior?"
"Xuan Tian!"
The old man's words made Meng Bufan almost unsteady on his feet, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, "Disciple pays homage to the sect master!"
Isn't the sect master in retreat? Why did he come to this unknown mountain to retreat? Moreover, he still lives a miserable life, which is not very suitable for the status of the sect master?
Meng Bufan didn't know that the kind of cultivation practiced by the sect leader Xuantian was called hard cultivation, and it was also a unique cultivation method.
On the way down the mountain, the white cat lay on Meng Bufan's shoulder. Meng Bufan stroked the white cat's fur from time to time and suddenly asked the white cat: "Since you are a white cat, why does the sect leader call you little tiger?"
The white cat looked up to the sky and roared, jumped down from Meng Bufan's shoulder, and under Meng Bufan's gaze, it grew in size little by little, and finally turned into a majestic white tiger.
Meng Bufan was overjoyed and said to Xiaohu with a smile: "You are a martial artist, right?"
Xiaohu nodded proudly.
"That's great, take me to Lingyun Peak now." Meng Bufan said happily. At this moment, the boy's nature was clearly revealed. Meng Bufan has always dreamed of having a flying treasure or bird. Now it's fine, I have it.
Xiaohu, who was cultivated by Wu Zong, could fly and help him fight.
Xiaohu growled dissatisfiedly, as if he was unhappy.
Meng Bufan's child had improved his temperament, and he didn't care whether Xiaohu agreed or not, so he jumped on Xiaohu's back.
Xiaohu helplessly shrugged his back, two fiery red wings appeared on both sides of his body, and flew towards Lingyun Peak.
When Meng Bufan and Xiaohu appeared above Lingyun Peak, another sensation was caused.
"Look, isn't that little tiger flying next to the sect leader? Why is it with Meng Bufan?"
The disciples on the ground were talking a lot.
After landing on the ground, the little tiger transformed into a white cat, jumped onto Meng Bufan's shoulder with a whoosh, narrowed his eyes, and began to doze off happily.
Everyone looked at Meng Bufan with envy. They were extremely envious that Meng Bufan was just a new disciple and had a spiritual beast.
Suddenly, a young man in a red robe stopped Meng Bufan. This young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his fiery red clothes looked very dazzling.
The disciples next to him also became agitated.
"Huo Feng is an inner disciple from the previous term. He has a very aggressive personality. Is he trying to compete with Meng Bufan when he stops Meng Bufan? His cultivation level is already at the sixth level of Martial Lord, ranking among the top ten inner disciples.
He is the sixth one. He will become a core disciple soon. I heard that he has also learned a little about the secret of fire. Junior Brother Meng will have to suffer a little this time."
"Hmph, Junior Brother Meng has the ability to fight at a higher level. He might be able to fight Huofeng to a draw." Hu Yidao defended Meng Bufan, but there was still a hint of unconfidence in his tone.
Huo Feng said to Meng Bufan with fighting spirit: "Junior Brother Meng, I heard that you have the ability to fight beyond the ranks, and I want to compete with you. I have competed with all the disciples of the inner sect, and I have won those who deserve to win, and those who deserve to lose.
We have all lost. You are the only new disciple of this generation who can fight with me, so now I am looking for you. I hope you will not disappoint me."
Meng Bufan knew that with such a fighting maniac, he would not give up unless he competed with him. In addition, he also wanted to test his own fighting ability and test the secret of water that he had just begun to understand.
So he flipped his wrist, and the green light sword appeared in his hand. Xiaohu also jumped off his shoulder, staring at the two of them with interest.
"Junior brother, be careful!" Huofeng suddenly roared, raised the Xuan-grade top-level weapon urging cloud knife in his hand, and suddenly slashed at Meng Bufan. The knife made a whistling sound, glowed slightly with red light, and in an instant