Mocking the wind's kneeling, Ye Qingchen didn't pay attention.

Because at this moment, Ye Qingchen didn't have time to care at all.

In his body, earth-shaking changes have taken place, and a solid spiritual sea in his abdomen seems to be about to be rushed away by an inexplicable force.

This made Ye Qingchen's heart shake, because everything that happened was not in line with common sense.

Under normal circumstances, only when you reach the ninth stage of spiritual power can you have the capital to open up the spiritual sea.

But now, the timing is not right.

Ye Qingchen, who was in this mood, didn't know whether everything that was happening now was good or bad.

However, just when Ye Qingchen was a little apprehensive, the changes in his body suddenly stopped, and only the rich Wendao holy qi was permeating.

After Ye Qingchen sensed it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want the Spirit Sea to be opened up in advance!

"Lord Wensheng, are you listening to me?"

The prostrate mocking wind cautiously spoke.

Ye Qingchen reacted, and when he saw the mocking wind kneeling, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull the mocking wind: "Brother mocking the wind, you and I can just talk about each other, don't be like this..."

"No, no. Mocking Feng said solemnly: "Lord Wensheng, I didn't know that you were the current Wensheng, but I didn't know that the sky was so thick that I wanted to confront you with poetry, it was really too offensive, I couldn't do it, and the sin was unforgivable." ”

"Brother Mocking Wind, you are really serious, hurry up. Ye Qingchen couldn't cry or laugh.

"Don't dare. Mocking Wind lowered his head and said, "Please hit me, Lord Wensheng." ”

Burst.

Ye Qingchen couldn't help laughing, what kind of immortal requirement is this?

"Senior brother, fight!"

Zhuang 13 said to Ye Qingchen with his mouth.

Chen Erniu also waved his fist.

Ye Qingchen glared at Zhuang Shisan and Chen Erniu, and didn't intend to really mock the wind.

What if it hits hard and hurts the mocking wind, what can I do if the mocking wind suddenly turns around?

"Brother Mocking the Wind, discussing poetry is a beautiful thing, why do you want to offend it? ”

Ye Qingchen persuaded.

"Nope. Mocking Wind was very persistent: "You must hit me, otherwise I will be uneasy." ”

"Seriously?" Ye Qingchen was suspicious.

"Lord Wensheng, I am extremely serious. ”

"Then I'll say yes. Ye Qingchen stretched out his hand and flicked it three times on the head of the mocking wind.

After that, Ye Qingchen smiled and said, "You can get up now, right?"

"Thank you, Lord Wensheng, thank you. ”

Mocking Wind stood up excitedly.

Ye Qingchen didn't know why it was so exciting!

However, the important thing is whether the mocking wind is willing to be a mount.

"Brother Mocking Wind, did we still make our previous agreement?"

Ye Qingchen stared at the mocking wind.

"Count, must count. Mocking Wind said: "It's just that, Lord Wensheng, don't call me Brother Mocking Wind in the future, it's just tormenting me." ”

As he spoke, the whole body of the mocking wind was full of light, and he quickly recovered from his human form to his own form.

The mockery of the manifestation ontology is majestic and noble.

"Lord Wensheng, please come to me!"

Mocking Wind spoke respectfully.

Ye Qingchen's face froze.

Please come on me?

What kind of tiger and wolf word is this?

After thinking about it, Ye Qingchen thought, the meaning of mocking the wind should be to please put on my back, but because he is not used to speaking human language, he said one or two words less.

"Senior brother, go up, go up, I'll go first. ”

Zhuang 13 couldn't wait to climb on the back of the mocking wind.

As a result, the mocking wind opened his mouth slightly, and with a terrifying aura, he locked on Zhuang Thirteen.

Zhuang Shisan's face turned pale in an instant, as if he was being targeted by death.

"I... Am I unworthy?"

Zhuang 13 was cautious.

"You don't deserve it. Mocking Wind responded.

"Thanks for informing, excuse me. ”

Zhuang 13 bowed.

Chen Erniu originally planned to climb up and enjoy the feeling of using the king of the Hundred Beast Mountain as a mount, but seeing that Zhuang Shisan was deflated, Chen Erniu held back and did not step forward to humiliate himself.

Ye Qingchen shook his head and smiled, and immediately walked to Mock Feng's side, grabbed Mock Wind's thigh, and planned to climb up.

As a result, after tossing for a long time, Ye Qingchen didn't climb up, because the mocking wind was too high.

The scene got out of control at one point and was very embarrassing.

"Senior brother, you ...... Need some help?"

Zhuang 13 couldn't help but ask.

"You think I can't climb up?"

Ye Qingchen glanced at Zhuang Shisan.

"No, no, no. Zhuang Shisan hurriedly waved his hand: "Senior brother, you are a martial artist, this is only a few feet high, it is not difficult for you." ”

When Ye Qingchen heard this, he suddenly had no reason to beat Zhuang Thirteen out of anger.

But Zhuang Thirteen's sycophant, but he felt a little heartache and felt pain in his thighs.

I'm not hard for your uncle, it's hard to kill Dad!

Just when Ye Qingchen was in a complicated mood, he suddenly said: "Lord Wensheng, you are obsessed with Wendao, and the cultivation realm will inevitably fall a lot, please grab Xiaosheng's tail, Xiaosheng will send you to me." ”

Burst.

Ye Qingchen's face was strange, he wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, and he felt like he wanted to laugh if he didn't want to laugh.

"Lord Wensheng, are you listening to Xiaosheng?"

Mocking Wind spoke again.

It has changed its name for itself, and no longer calls itself this seat, but calls itself Xiaosheng.

Although he calls himself Xiaosheng, which sounds a little funny, it shows that Mock Feng has respect for Ye Qingchen from the bottom of his heart.

"I hear you. ”

Ye Qingchen immediately grabbed the tip of the tail of the mocking wind.

Mocking Feng nodded, and with a flick of his tail, Ye Qingchen's whole person flew up.

In the next second, Ye Qingchen landed steadily on the back of the mocking wind.

For a while, Ye Qingchen felt like returning to the world's most upscale Simmons bed, soft, comfortable, and even a faint fragrance.

It would be a very pleasant thing if there was a young lady who accompanied herself on the back of the mocking wind and talked deeply about her life ideals.

"Lord Wensheng, are you ready to go?"

Mocking Wind asked in a whisper.

"If you have nothing else to do, you can go. Ye Qingchen said.

"Yes. ”

The mocking wind immediately held Ye Qingchen, his wings flapped, and he galloped out like electricity.

In a few breaths, the mocking wind flew out of the Hundred Beasts Mountain.

"Don't panic, Brother Mocking Wind, wait first, wait for my stupid junior brother and that big guy. ”

Ye Qingchen said hurriedly.

"Yes!"

The wind slowly fell on an avenue on the ground.

"You're so fast. ”

Ye Qingchen exclaimed.

Ye Qingchen estimated that the speed of the mocking wind was definitely on par with that of the master when he used the Infinite Sword Dao.

"Lord Wensheng, if you want to use one or two lines of poetry to describe the extremely fast speed, how should you describe it?"

Mocking Wind had an inquiring tone.

"The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the mocking wind has passed over the ten thousand mountains. ”

Ye Qingchen opened his mouth without thinking.

Rumble.

A holy qi fell, accurately submerging into the moon-white lightning mark in the center of Ye Qingchen's eyebrows.

Ye Qingchen himself, but he didn't know the existence of this mark.

"The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, the mocking wind has passed over the ten thousand mountains, wonderful, really wonderful, Lord Wensheng, you are really a literary saint in the world, you are a classic in your mouth, and the introduction of holy qi is as simple as breathing, I think even if those Wensheng reappear in the long history of three thousand states, you may not lose to them. ”

The five-body body that mocked the wind admired the ground, and the admiration for Ye Qingchen in his heart was endless.