Mu Wanfeng took one last look at the soil bag, put away the sentence and walked towards Wen San and them.

Seeing Mu Wanfeng coming over, Wen San took out the jade bottle full of cinnabar tears again, threw it over, and said, "Brother Feng, this time I returned with a full load, but it's a pity that this pair of Hongyan, alas, ......"

Mu Wanfeng suddenly remembered Bai Wufeng again, looked at Wen San and them, and said: "We are pretentious, we have a sect inheritance, and we have good strength, and we flaunt ourselves with the righteous path in the Shenzhou Continent, but we also wantonly slaughter the weak in order to improve our cultivation......"

"Call others a cult! In addition to getting along with ordinary mortals and maintaining our reputation, we cultivators also kill each other. ”

Mu Wanfeng paused and laughed self-deprecatingly: "The right way?" hehe...... We...... Count?"

Hearing this, Wen Yi was taken aback, he who usually rarely spit out a word, at this time, the urn was angry, and said solemnly: "Brother Mu, it's just a matter of talking about this at this time, don't talk nonsense in the sect, it will cause trouble!"

Wen Erzao saw that Mu Wanfeng was in a bad mood, and said with relief: "Brother Mu, the world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit, and this is still the case between people, not to mention that this Hongyan is a spirit animal." ”

Hongyan's thank you before she died, Mu Wanfeng didn't know if it was an illusion, but at this time, it was like a fish thorn, stuck in his throat.

He asked: "Since it is a spirit animal, it is different from a pig and a cow, although it can't speak to people, it also has a spiritual intelligence that is not inferior to people." Is it possible that as long as they have something beneficial to people, they can cut their cavities, take their hearts, open their heads, suck their marrows, and kill chickens and take their eggs?"

Mu Wanfeng's emotions were a little out of control, and unconsciously, her voice rose a few points.

Although Wen Er is smart, the deep-rooted concept of Yuntian Palace is deeply planted in his heart, and he doesn't know how to explain it.

He originally wanted to comfort Mu Wanfeng, but it was not easy to refute, so he fell silent.

In his eyes, natural selection, survival of the fittest, except for the Buddhist monks who have now broken off their inheritance, they do not kill easily, and no one does not touch meat.

At this time, Wen San said with a big grin: "Brother Feng, as long as there is a spirit, you have to pee, as long as it is urine, there is a smell of noise, this is the normal state in the world, and you can't change it, why are you so excited?"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned by what he said, yes, he is powerless to change, just have a clear conscience.

Thinking of this, he squeezed out a smile and arched his hand to Wen Er: "Second brother, ...... just now"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Er waved his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Mu doesn't have to apologize, who doesn't have a bad mood?"

Mu Wanfeng nodded and said, "The matter here is over, let's go back to the sect." ”

Wen San and the others also felt that there was nothing to do, so they nodded in agreement, and immediately set off towards the sect and rushed back.

On the way back, the four of them were not in a hurry, and the trip was very slow. Stopping and stopping along the way, passing through several small towns along the way, Wen San also smoked air conditioning to play a few girls.

Of course, at this time, his head was slapped coldly by Wen Er.

However, Wen San and the others found that for several days, Mu Wanfeng was silent, and he also responded to Wen San's usual frolic, and he lacked the usual interest in laughing.

At the beginning, Wen San was also interested, and he didn't ask too much, and some questions always had to be figured out by himself.

However, Wen San is a person who can't bear his temperament, usually in Yuntian Palace, but no one talks to him speculatively.

It's good that Mu Wanfeng didn't come back, but now that Mu Wanfeng is not only back, but also right in front of him, how can he bear not to chat and fart?

Especially in the Mingcui Canyon, seeing Mu Wanfeng showing his might, he can also fly in the air, all kinds of problems, but the three of them are suffocated.

So he finally couldn't help it, walked to Mu Wanfeng's side and hooked his shoulders with him, and said with a hippie smile: "Brother Feng, although there are always a few days every month, but you have been too long, right? It's not that I don't consider your emotions, it's really my mouth, and I'm already hungry and thirsty......"

Mu Wanfeng shook his body, shook him away, squinted at him and said: "Eat when you're hungry, drink water when you're thirsty, find a woman to eat and drink when you're hungry and thirsty, why are you looking for me? ”

"Haha...... Those who know me, Brother Feng!" Wen San said with a smile.

Mu Wanfeng also rarely showed a smile, and said: "Those who understand me, Brother Wen also ......."

Wen Yi and Wen Er in the back, when they heard the conversation between them, they were speechless for a while, except for these two people in Yuntian Palace, they could no longer find such an unserious person.

Mu Wanfeng paused for a moment, and then said: "Okay, although my body can't let you explore, but I can tell you a few inches in my chest and a few feet in my hips, so just ask any questions." ”

Wen San raised his eyebrows and asked, "What realm have you reached?"

Mu Wanfeng rolled her eyes and said, "Brother Wen, do you have three holes in your buttocks? You can't even see your eyes on them?"

Wen San didn't mind Mu Wanfeng's words, and said with a smile: "If I have three holes, I will definitely share one of them, so that you can have the magic skills that can give birth to children." ”

"Don't interrupt, I want to ask, how can you fly in the sky, the Purple Mansion Realm can't be as flexible and elegant as you. ”

Mu Wanfeng sighed and said, "I am indeed a double foundation builder, and being able to fly in the air is a technique left to me by my father." ”

Wen San suddenly remembered that three years ago in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, Mu Wanfeng used to dance the swordsmanship, which was unfathomable and mysterious.

Three years later, when they suddenly met, Mu Wanfeng had another powerful technique.

Wen Sanyi couldn't help but sigh a little for a while, and said sourly: "There is a powerful father, but it's different......"

However, he was already nervous, and he was only jealous of a breath, so he asked again: "Brother Feng, when you were angry, you didn't use your spiritual power when you were a pillar of optimus. ”

"Tsk...... The physical strength, one shot and one person, the kung fu of snapping is simply hearty, I see my blood boiling, and I can't help but scream. I haven't seen you take the elixir, how did you do it?"

Mu Wanfeng smiled confidently and said, "Do you remember when I told you that I saw my mother in the Xuantian Secret Realm?"

"This kung fu is ancestral, you can't learn it!"

Wen Sanmu stared at Mu Wanfeng and said, "You are both a father and a mother, are you showing off, don't you think it's too bullying?"

Mu Wanfeng spread her hands and said helplessly: "My father's marksmanship is too good, my reincarnation skills are too good, I can't ...... it."

Wen San said angrily: "Brother Feng, why didn't I find out before, your face is so badly beaten?"

"Throat?" Mu Wanfeng said innocently: "I think so too, why don't you try it?"

Wen San smiled: "Hehe, how can it...... Your silver spear is wielded, it is called a tiger and a tiger, up to the sky, down to the ground, in the middle of the expansion and expansion of the air, I am not an opponent. ”

"By the way, that silver spear is not light just by looking at it, where did it come from?"

Mu Wanfeng was shocked, he was too angry at that time, he didn't have the spirit weapon in his hand, and he didn't think about the consequences, so he took out Jumang.

On the one hand, from the standpoint of his friend, he doesn't want to deceive Wen San, but on the other hand, Zhanqing's matter is too involved, and the slightest carelessness will lead to disaster.

After thinking about it, he felt that Wen San still didn't know, so he said: "The silver spear does not fall, it is my family heirloom, naturally my mother passed it on to me, and she still expects me to pass it on from generation to generation in the future, envy, right?"

Wen San pursed his lips and said, "Come on, your silver spear has never seen red, let alone something that has been passed down from generation to generation, so I'm embarrassed to say it." ”

Then he pointed to himself, and then to Wen Yi and two people behind him, and said: "And this thing, my mother also passed it on to us, and it was three of them, and what I asked was your silver spear that had seen blood." ”

Wen Er walked a few steps quickly at this time, and with a snap, it was a slap on the back of Wen San's head.

He could see that Mu Wanfeng didn't want to say anything about the silver gun just now, so he deliberately diverted the topic. However, this guy with a little string in his head has to continue to ask, and he has to take care of it.

"Second brother!" Wen San turned his head, his eyes were full of anger, looked at Wen Er and asked, "Why are you beating me again?"

Wen Er looked calm and relaxed, and said indifferently: "Didn't you call me second brother? Anyway, being idle is idle, and you still need a reason to beat you?"

Wen San snorted and panted, and said, "Second brother, I've put up with you for a long time!"

Wen Er smiled and said, "Throat, what, you still want to compare with me?"

Wen San clenched his fists, and just when Mu Wanfeng thought that he was finally going to make a move, he glared at Wen Er and said, "Hmph, I ......put up with it when you gave me all the sugar when I was a child, and I put up with it."

Mu Wanfeng was speechless for a while, too spineless.

Wen San looked at Mu Wanfeng, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, that ......"

Syllable!

Wen San had just said a few words, and Wen Er slapped him again. He was really worried that this brain would not turn around, and he would go all the way to his brother in the black and ask inappropriate questions again.

"Second brother, you are my own brother!" Wen San roared angrily.

Wen Er said: "I'm not your brother, did you still pick it up?"

Wen San stared at Wen Er for a long time before he said aggrievedly: "I want to go back and tell my mother!"

After speaking, he snorted and walked a few steps quickly, lost the mood to chat with Mu Wanfeng, and went to the front to lead the way......

Mu Wanfeng shook her head and followed with Wen Er.

Wen San has a special ability, that is, no matter how heavy the atmosphere, he can disintegrate it completely in three or two sentences.

Therefore, Mu Wanfeng's mood is also a lot easier.

He shook his head, sighed, looked ahead, and asked Millet on his shoulder, "Millet, am I taking it too seriously?"

Millet tilted her little head and glanced at him.

"A few days ago, didn't you still call me Ni Xiang?

Mu Wanfeng said helplessly: "You are usually disobedient and naughty, I'm not afraid to call Xiaomi, you don't ...... I...... ......"

After speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, and his speech became slower and slower, as if he had seen a female robber and said that he was going to rob her.

Mu Wanfeng slowly turned her head, looked at Xiaomi with a shocked face, and stammered: "Little Xiaomi, you, you can speak!"

Xiaomi's two little eyes rolled, and she chirped a few times indifferently, and said, "Idiot, you can understand me." ”

"Huh?"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then came to her senses. Xiaomi's voice is still crisp and pleasant, but it is still the same as before, it is still a chirping sound.

"Can I understand the birds?" asked Mu Wanfeng a little stupidly.

Xiaomi immediately became angry, and shouted: "Idiot, this is called Spirit Beast Language! As the son of Aunt Xue, can you have some knowledge!"