"Hasn't there been any news from the Wood Eagle yet?" Dugu Yeyan asked, with a hint of heaviness on his face facing away from everyone, and his tone was very low.

"Nope." The right shadow cautiously replied.

For a moment, no one spoke, and the room was frighteningly quiet.

——Yanlin——

The wooden eagle was holding a box in his hand, the box was surrounded by spiritual power, and not far from the wooden eagle, the golden finch was lying on the ground silently, and the left 'chest' was blood-colored, and a blood-red 'colored' 'hole' appeared in front of him.

The corner of the wooden eagle's 'lips' hooked, and he waved his sleeves towards the goldfinch on the ground, and a touch of spiritual power flew out, and in an instant, a burst of fire surrounded the goldfinch.

The Golden Bird Nedan got it.,Come to think of it.,The master and the right shadow should have been got.。

The wooden eagle summoned the contract beast and flew towards the Spirit Valley.

-- Dividing line --

At night, a bright moon in the sky illuminates the heavens and the earth, and the hazy moonlight falls on the trees, casting patches of 'yin' shadows on the ground.

A black shadow flew by, and disappeared into the forest in an instant.

Jing Yao looked at the disappearing black shadow, and the corners of his lips hooked up a sneer.

If it weren't for that thing, why would I keep you a piece of waste for so many years, you've been under my control all these years, but now...... If I can't control you, then I will only destroy you. Jing Yao thought viciously in his heart.

"Master." A black shadow fell behind Jing Yao, and his whole body was wrapped in black clothes, only revealing a pair of dead gray eyes, and if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't find that there was another person here.

"Found it?" Jing Yao's threatening voice rang out.

"Back to the master, no." There is not a single ebb and flow in the sound.

Jing Yao slapped his palm and said angrily: "Waste." ”

The black shadow was blasted out by the spiritual power and fell to the ground.

"I can't even find two people, you say, what do I want you for?" Jing Yao pointed at the black shadow and said angrily.

The black shadow got up from the ground and knelt at the feet of Jing Yao: "Ask the master to spare his life and let the slave make up for his mistakes." Without a hint of undulation, the voice fell.

"Make up for it?" Jing Yao played with the wrench on his thumb.

"Master, the Holy Heaven Auction will auction the Silver Moon Grass in half a month."

"Really? But where did you hear the news that I didn't even know? Jing Yao's brows furrowed, his words changed, and his tone was sharp.

"When I was passing through Refugee Street just now, I heard a few beggars talking." The tone of the black shadow still did not fluctuate, and it was bland and frightening.

Jing Yao's originally furrowed brow stretched and waved at the black shadow. I heard it in Refugee Street, so it must be true.

The black shadow bowed respectfully to Jing Yao, and then disappeared from his figure.

"Silver Moon Grass ......" the corners of Jing Yao's lips hooked up a smile.

The black shadow who was injured by Jing Yao did not go far, and after making sure that there was some distance from Jing Yao, he ripped off the black towel on his face.

An angular face 'revealed', isn't it the white tiger among the four holy masters?

The white tiger took off his black clothes, 'exposed' the white robe inside, and out of nowhere conjured a folding fan, his right hand wrapped around his chest, and his left hand held a folding fan to support his chin, and the corners of his lips evoked an evil smile.

Jingyao, this time, this son wants to avenge the palm of you back then. If you didn't move before, you felt that the little master hadn't grown up yet, and when the little master grew up, all the hatred would be counted with you, but I didn't expect you to be inferior to animals, I hope you can have a life to live this time.

The corners of the white tiger's lips were carried, and there was an evil light in his eyes.

After Jing Yao returned home, he sent people to Refugee Street and Shengtian Auction to inquire about it, and the news he got was the same as that of the dead soldier pretending to be Baihu.

"Haha...... It seems that this time it can finally break through. Jing Yao sat on the Taishi's chair and laughed.