Mu Wanfeng held the millet in the palm of her hand and asked, "Spirit beast language, what is it?"

Xiaomi glanced at him and said lightly: "The brain is a good thing, when you were born, Aunt Xue didn't give it to you?"

Mu Wanfeng: "............"

"Spirit animal language, as the name suggests, is the language of communication between spirit animals, and it is no different from talking to you. Xiaomi explained.

Mu Wanfeng wondered: "But the rice is Wang, but you are chattering, how do you communicate? Could it be that the chicken and the duck also speak the language of spirit beasts, instead of playing the piano to the cow?"

Hearing Mu Wanfeng compare rice to a dog and herself to a chicken, Millet suddenly looked at him unkindly, and said, "Idiot, what do you mean?"

In normal times, Mu Wanfeng will naturally continue to be cheap, but now he still wants to ask about things, worried that as soon as Xiaomi's temper comes up, he will ignore himself after blowing up.

So he smiled and said, "Slip ......of the tongue, everyday slip of the tongue!"

Xiaomi and Mu Wanfeng have been together for so long, and their qi cultivation kung fu has naturally reached its peak. If it really wants to be angry, it is estimated that it will not live for half a year, and it will be really difficult for itself.

"Hmph, human language is also regional, with a variety of accents, and there is more than one, and the language of spirit beasts is naturally the same. ”

"Spirit animal language is a general term for the language of spirit animals, whether it is birds or animals, the different languages they speak are included in it. Like people, as long as you have close contacts and can understand their pronunciation, it is naturally not difficult. ”

"Even if it is a spirit animal, after reaching a certain realm, it can speak human language on paroxy, and it can also transform into a human body, just like Ao Li. And the chickens ......"

When Xiaomi said this, she suddenly paused, and found that she was led astray by Mu Wanfeng.

It glared at Mu Wanfeng angrily before continuing: "And those cattle and sheep that are not spirit beasts, what they say is basically like a baby's babbling, not a language. ”

Mu Wanfeng suddenly realized, and then suddenly thought of something, and asked: "Then how can I suddenly understand what you are saying? Moreover, before she died, was Hen Hongyan thanking me?"

Xiaomi nodded his little head and said, "It is indeed thanking, I hope you can kill the people of Ling Xiao Pavilion, and that bottle of tears is also volunteered by it." ”

After a pause, Xiaomi said again: "The reason why you can understand the language of spirit beasts is because you have a feeling in your heart, and there is a breakthrough in the Qianshan Jue." And you're ......"

At this point, it stopped abruptly, closed its eyes and stopped talking.

"Huh?"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment, then pinched millet with one hand, flicked his index finger with the other, and pressed it vigorously on its bulging chest.

"Hey~ Xiaomi, don't pretend to be a dead chicken, why am I?

Millet suddenly opened her eyes and shouted, "My name is Nishang, not Millet! I am a spirit animal, not a talkie-talkie chicken! Also, take your pig's claws away from my chest!"

"Uh......"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you sure?"

Seeing Xiaomi's eyes erupt fire, he continued: "Okay, that's what you said. ”

Bang~

Because the millet was so small, Mu Wanfeng was still able to wrap its hand around its chest, and Mu Wanfeng obediently did so.

So, millet fell to the ground and bounced several times.

"Mu Wanfeng!"

Mi pointed her throat, chirped twice, and immediately opened her mouth to spew out a flame, igniting Mu Wanfeng's clothes......

After a long time, Mu Wanfeng endured the burning pain, put on her clothes again, and put Xiaomi on her shoulder.

After a pause, he asked Xiaomi: "Xiaomi, as a spirit animal, aren't you angry when you watch Hongyan being killed?"

Millet glanced at him and said, "Angry!"

Mu Wanfeng smiled bitterly and sighed: "Sure enough, ......"

Before he could finish sighing, Millet continued: "But so what? The eagle eats the snake, the snake eats the rabbit, and the rabbit eats the grass. ”

"Since you live in this world and have embarked on such a path, put away your mercy and sympathy, and you can only change yourself. ”

"Compassion is just the leisure and elegance of the strong, instead of caring about this simple truth, you should seize the time to improve your strength, because in the eyes of some people, you are a taboo. ”

"When the time comes, if you don't kill others, others will come and kill you! Don't be like a few days ago, you have the kindness of a woman, and you can't even kill a woman. If you continue to do this, not only you, but also me and the people around you will be buried by your own hands in the future!"

"Protect the people you hold dear most, and if you can, I hope you only protect yourself, it's enough. The road you are about to take is destined to be paved with blood!"

Xiaomi's words, listening to other people's ears, are naturally crisp and pleasant.

But to Mu Wanfeng's ears, every word was full of slaughter and blood.

"I said it as if the whole world was my enemy. Mu Wanfeng said helplessly.

Hearing Mu Wanfeng's words, Xiaomi nodded very seriously and said, "Although it's not, it's almost ......."

"Huh?"

Mu Wanfeng's brain was a little dazed, and asked: "I didn't steal the woman's underwear, and I didn't sprinkle rain and dew at the entrance of the cave, what kind of hatred is this, what kind of grudge?

Xiaomi sneered: "This is fate! So, you better hurry up and become stronger." ”

Mu Wanfeng said helplessly: "Then what is considered a strong person?"

Xiaomi thought for a moment and said, "At least to the extent of your father." ”

Mu Wanfeng rolled her eyes and said, "Isn't it nonsense to say that the pulse of the pregnant woman is happy?

After a pause, he asked with a solemn expression, "How did my father and my mother die?"

Xiaomi twittered: "What is the specific reason, Aunt Xue didn't tell me, I only know that they were designed to be killed." ”

"Who is it?" Mu Wanfeng's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Xiaomi glanced at him and said, "I don't know, I just guessed, it is estimated that the clan of Uncle Feng and Aunt Xue is inseparable, and they are also your immediate family." ”

"What is the name of my father and my mother's clan?" Mu Wanfeng asked in a cold voice.

Millet said: "It's called a phantom ......"

As soon as he said two words, Xiaomi suddenly stopped again and stopped talking.

Mu Wanfeng stared at Xiaomi and said, "Why didn't you say it?"

Xiaomi glanced at him obliquely, and said indifferently: "In the group of Uncle Feng and Aunt Xue, any person who comes out can destroy the Xuantian Sect. Now you, hum...... It's better not to be cranky......"

Mu Wanfeng fell silent, indeed, with his current strength, he couldn't even protect himself in the Shenzhou Continent, let alone seek revenge.

If it is his father's race, it is really as terrifying as Xiaomi said, as long as he reveals it, he probably doesn't know how he died.

After returning to Yuntian Palace, Mu Wanfeng was led by Wen San and them to find Beitang Qiu, the peak master of Yuheng Peak.

To Mu Wanfeng's surprise, he almost didn't recognize that the neatly dressed, handsome man in front of him was Bei Tangqiu.

And in Beitangqiu's residence, she also saw Wen Yi from before, with an eternal cold face, but she smiled and nodded to herself.

It wasn't until Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a long time that he came back to his senses under Wen San's reminder.

In Wen San's big mouth, Mu Wanfeng also knew about Wen Yi's coming to Yuhengfeng to make a fuss three years ago.

It is no secret that Wen Yi made a big fuss about Yu Hengfeng, so Wen San said that he and Mu Wanfeng listened, and Beitangqiu and the two did not stop it.

But Wen San's mouth, how could he be so honest and narrate according to the normal trajectory of things?

Naturally, there is no need to add oil and vinegar in the middle, Rao is Wen Yi has gone through strong winds and waves, and his cheeks are crimson and coughing constantly.

Mu Wanfeng sighed for a while after hearing this, and he had to sigh again, this thing of ape dung is really wonderful!

After complimenting and greeting, and shushing the cold and asking for warmth, Mu Wanfeng took out the jade bottle full of cinnabar tears.

When Bei Tangqiu saw the contents of the bottle, he was shocked. After a long time, he asked with an angry face, "Senior nephew Mu, how did you get these cinnabar tears?"

Hongyan has a very important position in the hearts of all Yuhengfeng people.

Throughout the records of Yu Hengfeng, as long as he is a disciple of Yu Hengfeng, he met Hongyan by chance. All they want is to take a small amount of cinnabar tears and let them go, so that they will not hurt their lives.

And the bottle of blood and tears in front of him is clearly telling that the Hongyan that Mu Wanfeng met is already alive and dead, so it is impossible for Beitangqiu not to be angry.

"Uh......"

Mu Wanfeng saw that Beitangqiu was suddenly angry, and she was suddenly a little confused, and looked at him inexplicably.

Wen Er knew that Beitang Qiu had misunderstood, and hurriedly told him what had happened.

After listening to Wen Er's explanation, Beitangqiu's face looked a little better, but he still couldn't suppress the anger on his face, and scolded: "Ling Xiao Pavilion, these bastard things!

After a while, he tried to suppress the anger in his heart, and said solemnly: "You have this matter rotten in your stomach, and you must not spread it, do you know?"

Mu Wanfeng and Wen San were not fools, so they naturally understood the stakes and nodded in agreement.

Beitangqiu didn't talk nonsense, and immediately took out a small jade bottle, threw it to Mu Wanfeng and said: "There is half a bottle of lower-grade spiritual liquid in it, about fifty drops, which I personally condensed, and there are only so many, but you won't lose if you exchange it for this cinnabar tear." ”

Mu Wanfeng's heart was shocked, and a drop of low-grade spiritual liquid was equivalent to a hundred bottles of high-grade spiritual energy. Fifty drops of spiritual liquid are given to the first level of the Purple Mansion cultivator, which is enough to cultivate to the second level of the Purple Mansion.

Although a drop of lower-grade spiritual liquid is equivalent to a hundred bottles of high-grade spiritual energy, the effect is different when used in cultivation.

It's like cultivating with a high-grade spiritual aura, you can break through the realm in a year, but cultivating with a lower-grade spiritual liquid, you only need half a year.

How else to say that concentration is the essence?

What's more, this spiritual liquid was condensed by Beitangqiu himself.

After taking the small jade bottle from Beitangqiu's hand, Mu Wanfeng took out three more small jade bottles, evened out eighteen drops of the spiritual liquid, and put them into the three jade bottles.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Mu Wanfeng handed three jade bottles, one for each person, to Wen San and a few people.

Wen San accepted it calmly, and patted Mu Wanfeng's shoulder vigorously, "Brother Feng, be righteous!"

With a snap, Wen Er's hand was slapped on Wen San's head, and then he snatched the jade bottle in his hand and returned it to Mu Wanfeng.

He flatly refused: "Brother Mu, this is unacceptable! we didn't do much in the first place, not to mention that you need this spiritual fluid more than we do." ”

Mu Wanfeng Qianshan Jue operated, clasped Wen Er's hand, and then sent the jade bottle to him and pinched it, and said with a smile: "The information provided by the second brother is also worthy of this spiritual liquid, so there is no need to refuse." ”

Wen Er's forehead was bulging, sweat was oozing out, and he couldn't break free of Mu Wanfeng's vice-like hand, and finally he could only smile bitterly: "This ...... Okay, the three of us brothers, I'll accept your affection......"

Mu Wanfeng nodded, then said goodbye to everyone, and left abruptly.

Beitangqiu looked at his back, stroked his palms and praised: "What a young man who values love and righteousness, Senior Brother Wan has really accepted a good disciple......"