"Little guy, the twenty-ninth ancestor gave you a knife just now."

"Now, I'll give you a gift as compensation."

The twenty-ninth ancestor smiled at Ye Wentian.

"However, whether you can get him or not depends on your creation."

As soon as he raised his hand, a fierce little beast appeared in the field.

Small, that's relative.

The small beast of five meters is still a behemoth for the current Ye Wentian.

"Roar!"

As soon as the little fierce beast came out, the fierce god shook its majesty.

Who is it?

Who's disturbing the king's sleep?

I'm going to eat him!

The fierce and vicious-looking little beast looked around.

After he saw more than a dozen Ye Clan Ancestors with terrifying breaths, the majesty that had just risen was instigated.

Who am I?

Where am I?

I want to go back!

"Little one, do you still like this pet?"

The Twenty-Nine Ancestors glanced at the Saint Qilin who had obediently crouched down with satisfaction, and said gently to Ye Wentian.

What?

You actually want King Ben to be the pet of this little kid?

The little fart has not grown all the hair, so he is delusional!

When pigs fly!

Even if my holy qilin dies, if I die here, I will never agree to become a war beast of a little child!

Looking at Ye Wentian, who was as tall as a bean sprout, the holy unicorn floated up again, shaking and majestic, and the big eyes of the copper bell stared at Ye Wentian, as if to say that if you dare to agree, I will swallow you in one bite.

"I like it."

Ye Wentian glanced at the arrogant Saint Qilin, and said indifferently.

Damn, do you like this expression?

The Twenty-Nine Ancestors didn't quite understand.

Hurriedly spoke: "Little guy, you may not quite understand the value of this holy qilin. ”

"This is the trophy that Ancestor I caught from the Fire Qidong Holy Lair back then."

"Because of this holy qilin, the Fire Qiqi Cave has dispatched three saints to block it."

"But in the end, it was the twenty-nine ancestors who were superior in their skills and repelled the three sage realm qilins of the Fire Qiqi Cave."

The Twenty-Ninth Ancestor said with some smugness.

This is one of several achievements he has been able to achieve.

Being able to brag in front of the Ye Clan's Divine Son can more or less satisfy his vanity as an ancestor.

The world is big, and the face is the biggest.

He was expecting to get the adoring gaze of Ip Mantian.

Who knows, Ye Wentian's eyes are still as plain as water.

"How's it going, little one?"

"Okay."

Twenty-Nine Ancestors: ......

"Tame it, this is your beast."

The twenty-ninth ancestor felt his heart congested, and he didn't want to talk more, so he said very succinctly.

"Okay."

Ip Mantian is also like gold.

"The little kid actually wants to tame this king and use it as a mount? Go home and drink animal milk for a few more years! ”

The holy qilin looked at the little little Ye Wentian arrogantly, his nostrils were facing the sky, and his eyes were unruly.

If it weren't for the fact that the ancestors of the Ye clan were here, he would just sit down and crush this little bit to death.

Want to tame it as a mount?

Huh.

"Holy Qilin, this seat gives you a choice, are you willing to become the mount of the emperor of my clan and follow him for the rest of your life?"

The Twenty-Nine Ancestors then looked at the Holy Qilin and said lightly.

"Humph!"

The Holy Qilin let out a breath from his nostrils, and glanced at Ye Wentian, who was only three years old and no taller than the soles of his feet, with a contemptuous expression.

That means it for a long time.

Although he can't speak, he has a high level of intelligence, no different from a normal person.

The twenty-nine ancestors immediately understood.

spread his hands at Ye Wentian.

Meaning, you can do it yourself.

Ye Wentian nodded and did not speak.

Just stepped forward with a calm face.

"Kneel down and surrender to me."

The Holy Qilin was stunned.

What?

What did I just hear?

What is this guy talking about?

He's teaching me how to do things?

The Holy Qilin was immediately furious.

"Roar!"

He roared at Ye Wentian.

The breath that came out of it made his clothes rattle.

A fishy smell unique to ferocious beasts came to his face.

Ye Wentian's expression moved, and his eyebrows lifted.

Then, he moved.

I saw that he raised an ordinary small fist in an ordinary manner, and then waved a fist at the Holy Qilin in a mediocre manner.

This punch is mediocre.

This punch is nothing fancy.

This punch is unpretentious.

However, the Holy Qilin felt the breath of death follow him, as if a mountain had collapsed.

The holy qilin was shocked, shocked, and hurriedly stretched out a front paw and slapped it out.

Smack.

The Holy Qilin knelt down instantly.

The huge beast claws and Ye Wentian's small fists collided together, this picture was not coordinated, and even a little disproportionate, but the result was extremely weird.

The Holy Qilin's pupils widened, and the five-meter-tall beast's body flew out like a broken kite.

Then it smashed heavily on the forbidden circle of the ancestral ancestral hall, causing ripples.

Rumble!

The earth trembled three times.

Ye Wentian stood with his fists closed, with a breezy posture.

"Not just a cat or dog is qualified to be my war beast."

A small person, but there is a kind of state of staring at the nine heavens.

"My grandson has the posture of a great emperor! Sure enough! ”

The twenty-ninth ancestor looked at this scene, stroked his long beard with satisfaction, and laughed.

For the Saint Qilin, an ancient royal beast, there was no need to talk nonsense with them at all.

They all believe in the law of the jungle, and big fists are the last word.

If you don't accept it, just do it!

Pick the hard stubble!

If you can't beat it once, then you can beat it twice, and if it doesn't work twice, you will do it three times.

Until they are subdued.

The Holy Kirin is still in its infancy.

Ip Mantian wants to use his fists to teach him how to behave...... Oh no, be a beast.

As a war beast, you should have the consciousness of a war beast.

Ip Mantian wants to imprint his own shape on the young heart of the Holy Qilin.

"Roar!"

Sure enough.

The Holy Qilin was beaten and did not relent.

Instead, he continued to climb up, wanting to fight again.

"Little hairy boy, this king is going to eat you in one bite!"

The holy qilin shook the beast's body, got up, roared with teeth and claws, and rushed towards Ye Wentian.

The entire beast's body seemed to turn into a ball of flame.

The Qilin clan has five element attributes.

And the holy unicorn has both five elements.

They can breathe fire, spit water, crack stones, regenerate, harden, and more.

Today is a day of shame for the Holy Qilin.

He never thought that one day he would be punched away by a three-year-old hairy boy of the Terrans.

It's a terrible beast.

You must know that the fierce beast race is born to be the king of strength, and the human race can only be reduced to food.

If it weren't for the human race to practice, I'm afraid this world would still be the world of the beast race.

Not to mention him, the king of the beasts.

That's a million pounds of strength.

In the competition of strength, only the orcs have ever slapped the human race away.

Today I was slapped away by a three-year-old Terran child!

What a shame!

The Holy Kirin vows to get back on the field!