Xuan Ying could only let out a whining of grievance, and was glared at fiercely by Bai Yan, and was directly frightened and trembled, not daring to make another sound.

Jing Yuetao didn't notice this subtle change at all, and when she saw Xuan Ying curled up pitifully, she thought that Xuan Ying missed Mo Qingjun.

She couldn't help but reach out and pat Xuanying's head, and comforted with a smile:

"Wait, your master will be back soon! Don't be afraid! White Flame and I will protect you! ”

Bai Yan echoed: "Meow...... Little Peach is right! I'll protect you! ”

It's okay that it doesn't speak, but when it speaks, the shadow trembles even more.

Fortunately, at this time, Mo Qingjun came back, and when he saw Xuanying's appearance, his sword eyebrows were raised lightly, and he looked at Bai Yan.

Bai Yan knew that he was wrong, lowered his head, and did not dare to look at him.

If it weren't for that pet incense pill, it would definitely be baring its teeth at Mo Qingjun at this time.

Seeing Bai Yan bow his head, Mo Qingjun didn't pursue it, just because Bai Yan was a seventh-order demon beast, he couldn't beat it.

Seeing that they didn't quarrel as usual, Jing Yuetao was happy, looked at Mo Qingjun, and asked with a smile:

"You're back, what's going on?"

Her voice is sweet and soft, and when she is happy and slightly shy, she will bring a kind of little daughter's coquettishness, which is better than the voice of Bai Yan who is deliberately coquettish and cute.

Mo Qingjun sat down beside her and replied gently: "Yan Mengyu said that after three days, she will bring someone over, and then Yan Xiaoru's matter will be solved." ”

"That's good!" As she spoke, Jing Yuetao slowly leaned on his shoulder.

Feeling the weight on his shoulders, Mo Qingjun glanced at her with a smile and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist.

The two were silent for a moment, and Jing Yuetao asked, "When are you going to go down the mountain?" ”

After pondering for a while, Mo Qingjun said: "When the matter of the Purple Thunder Gate is over, I will tell the master to hand over the affairs of the sect to others, and then I can go down the mountain for about a month." ”

Jing Yuetao looked up at his side face, leaned into his arms, hooked her lips and smiled: "Then I won't go refining for the rest of the time, I'll accompany you!" ”

"Good!" Mo Qingjun smiled on his lips, his eyes full of tenderness.

When Bai Yan saw this scene, he surprisingly didn't bother.

Mo Qingjun secretly decided that he would have Bai Yan's pet incense pill in the future!

That night, Jing Yuetao wanted to stay, but Bai Yan was unwilling.

"Little Taotao, you are not married yet, you must not spend the night alone with men and widows!"

"There are so many gossips outside that you can't think of it!"

"When a man has it, he will change his mind, and everyone is the same!"

"Little Taotao, don't be deceived, I'm all for your good!"

……

Under the indiscriminate bombardment of white flames and the tireless efforts and persuasion, Jing Yuetao finally gave up, and Mo Qingjun had no choice but to send her back.

Along the way, Bai Yanfang was like a thief, his eyes widened, and his amber pupils were full of distrust.

But if there is anything unusual about Mo Qingjun, it will definitely stretch out its claws and scratch it at the first time.

Mo Qingjun couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, it seems that the gift has not been delivered, and he will have to work hard in the future!

Back in the Thirty-sixth Courtyard of A, Yan Mengyu had already left, and at this moment it was Tang Ying standing at the door guarding, and when she saw Jing Yuetao and Mo Qingjun coming over from a distance, she smiled and saluted and greeted.

"Hello Senior Sister Jing, hello Elder Mo!"

Seeing that she lowered her eyebrows and was pleasing to her eyes, without any dissatisfaction, Jing Yuetao just bowed her head slightly, and entered the courtyard with Mo Qingjun.

When they entered, Tang Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought that Jing Yuetao would be looking for trouble, but no, she couldn't ask for such peace now!

Jing Yuetao chatted with Mo Qingjun for a while, and Mo Qingjun went back.

The next day, Jing Yuetao finished her cultivation early in the morning and went to Baoqi Peak, wanting to follow Mo Qingjun and them to the Purple Thunder Gate to join in the fun.

Mo Qingjun saw her intentions and did not object.

With Bai Yan by her side, it is unlikely that something will happen.

If there is an accident, they may have to rely on this cat.

After Shen Yuli, Mu Yuncheng, Luo Xiaoxiao, Xu Ziyan and others arrived, they quietly descended the mountain, concealed their breath, and took Mo Qingjun's flying immortal boat to the Purple Thunder Gate.

However, not long after taking off, I only heard a calm and long birdsong in the air, cutting through the sky.

"Tweet ......"

It was Qingxuan's voice.

Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from, and before they could look closely, Qing Xuan instigated his wings and blocked the path of the flying boat.

After a few breaths, a strong wind came belatedly, and everyone's clothes and hair died down after a wild dance in the wind.

Everyone looked curiously at this Qingxing eagle, which was usually hovering in the clouds and mist, and didn't know what it meant.

Just in the confrontation between the two sides, Bai Yan opened his mouth to solve everyone's doubts: "It wants to take you to the Purple Thunder Gate." ”

Hearing this, the thirteen people in the group were surprised.

Jing Yuetao looked at Qing Xuan's basin-sized cyan eyes, and suddenly felt something, and a bold idea couldn't help but pop up in her mind:

This bird must be coming for her, right?

Mu Yuncheng was shocked and said, "Qing Xuan didn't just listen to the call of the master, how could he take the initiative to show up and carry us?" ”

"I don't know." Mo Qingjun shook his head and said, "Since Qingxuan intends to give us a ride, then it will be as it wishes!" ”

With that, he took Jing Yuetao's hand, jumped over, and jumped onto Qing Xuan's back.

"Tweet ......"

Qing Xuan tilted his head slightly, let out a cry of pleasure, and looked at the rest of the people.

Seeing this, the others jumped on it as well.

Mo Qingjun took the immortal boat back to the storage ring, and under Qing Xuan's extremely fast soaring, it only took two hours for them to reach the range of five hundred meters of the Purple Thunder Gate.

The Purple Thunder Gate is built by the mountains and rivers, and although the scale is not comparable to the Xuantian Sect, it can be regarded as famous among the third-rate sects.

Before leaving, Mo Qingjun deliberately inquired about the situation of the Purple Thunder Gate.

Although Yin Tianqiu, the head of the Purple Thunder Sect, said that he would go to other sects before evacuating, after three battles with the Xuantian Sect, the disciples in the sect were physically and mentally exhausted, and they were repairing at the moment.

Mo Qingjun beckoned to Xu Ziyan.

These people have cooperated many times in the past, Xu Ziyan naturally understood what Mo Qingjun meant, and changed his body, and the next moment, he changed his unfamiliar face and walked in the direction of the Purple Thunder Gate.

Everyone waited for news from him.

Half an hour later, Xu Ziyan came back with a smile, obviously finding out the good news.

Sure enough, I only heard him say happily:

"Senior brother, I have inquired, they do intend to attack an unpopular sect, just within three days!"

Before Mo Qingjun could speak, he saw Mu Yuncheng happily interjecting: "Great! When they fight, we'll sneak attack! ”

Someone immediately responded:

"Yes, let them know that our Xuantian Sect is not easy to mess with!"

"That's right, give them some color and see!"

Mo Qingjun raised his hand and pressed it, and the chaotic scene instantly quieted down, and everyone looked at him.

In the past, every time they acted, they were under the command of Mo Qingjun, and this time was naturally no exception.

"Xu Ziyan, you continue to stay in the Purple Thunder Gate, once there is news, immediately tell me with the sound transmission jade Jane! Hu Rui, you stay and answer him! The others come with me! ”

Leaving Xu Ziyan and Hu Rui, the remaining eleven people followed Mo Qingjun to a kilometer away, found the highest mountain peak and stationed there, waiting for news.

In a short time, they set up their tents, and they lit a bonfire in the center of the tent.

This is their temporary camp, they are all monks, there is no need for a campfire, it is more of a habit to make a fire, and it is also for the purpose of roasting meat!

They all know Mo Qingjun's preferences, and since ancient times, food has been at the top of people's lives, no one rejects this preference, but many people study food with Mo Qingjun.

Right now, without Mo Qingjun's opening to make arrangements, Mu Yuncheng took two people to catch demon beasts, Shen Yuli took two people to check the situation nearby, and the remaining five people guarded the camp.

This is a tacit understanding formed between them for a long time.

At this moment, Mo Qingjun was sitting in front of the bonfire, Jing Yuetao was sitting next to him, and the other three people didn't want to disturb when they saw this, so they stayed in the tent one after another.

Seeing that everyone had a clear division of labor and skillful cooperation, Jing Yuetao nodded secretly in her heart.

This team is almost the top combat power of the Xuantian Sect, and it is easy to trouble anyone.

With nothing to do, Jing Yuetao took out the results of this refining from the storage ring - three knives, a skinning knife, a meat cleaver, and a boning knife.

Before, Mo Qingjun used his own flying sword to deal with demon beast meat, and Jing Yuetao really couldn't stand it, so he specially refined three knives specially used to process meat.

These three knives are also spiritual weapons, but they are not possessed by spirits, Jing Yuetao thought that without spirit possession, they would not attract heavenly thunder, however, heavenly thunder still split down.

Therefore, these three knives are also Xuan-level, but their power has reached the middle grade of the earth-level.

It's just that there is no formation, no less than the spiritual weapon she refined for Luo Xiaoxiao before.

Mo Qingjun saw three knives with scabbards appear in her hands, her heart trembled, and her outstretched hand carried a hint of urgency, and under his efforts to suppress it, she would not lose her demeanor.

Took the knife, held it in his hand and tried it, it was very convenient, and it was obvious that it was used for cooking, Mo Qingjun controlled the muscles at the corners of his mouth and slowly raised it, and asked with a polite smile:

"Who are these three knives for?"

Although he was asking, he probably knew in his heart that it should be for him.

Jing Yuetao smiled: "Of course it's for you!" ”

After receiving the answer, Mo Qingjun's mind went blank for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth almost reached the root of his ears, but he still forcibly controlled it so that he did not lose his temper.

"Thank you! I love it! Mo Qingjun couldn't wait to try it, but he didn't have the right ingredients.

He had two storage rings, one of which was the most common in the cultivation realm, and the items placed in it would change their state over time.

If it's meat, it's rancid.

As a result, he basically doesn't hoard such items in this ring.

The other does not change the state of the item, what it looks like when it is put in, what it looks like when it is taken out, but the space is too small, only the size of a wooden box.

He only put Xuanying's rations in it, which had already been processed.

Now I can only hold on to my heart, wait quietly for them to come back, and then see if there is a chance to test the power of these three knives.