Kunlun and Shushan fell into a wonderful circle for a white tiger, and no one refused to let go, the white tiger looked at it for a moment, and then took a nap again: human beings have always been complex creatures, it can't understand, and it doesn't want to understand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After waiting for a long time, but still didn't see any movement from these two factions, the white tiger shook the white hair on his body, and finally stood up: "Are you all right? If not, then guess the fist! If it doesn't work, I'll go out for a walk." ”

There is both scoundrel and undisguised contempt for human cultivation in his words.

The monks here are all extremely outstanding monks among human cultivators, but those who are outstanding must not be low-spirited, this white tiger's undisguised disdain immediately made people whiten their faces, and everyone dared to be angry but did not dare to speak: maybe it was not because they were afraid of the white tiger, but purely because they were afraid of offending it and not getting this great help.

Fang Zhenren, who came back to his senses, was the first to make a sarcastic remark, and he seemed to inadvertently take a long needle and play with it in his hand: "Yo, the white tiger is amazing! There is more than one divine beast in this world." "I offended the white tiger left and right, and it is good to have some benefits in my mouth, this is Fang Zhenren, an out-and-out villain.

"It's more than one. The white tiger bared his teeth humanely, "It's just that you all have to rob me!"

"It's a pleasure to see people and cultivators fight for you?" It was the sword immortal just now, there was some coldness in his voice, and the copper-bell-eyed old monk on the side who had seen it since the beginning and looked like it was bound to win glared at the sword immortal fiercely, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

The white tiger made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, as if he was laughing: "There are so many cowards in the world, it's just that I, a normal divine beast, is not normal." ”

As soon as these words came out, almost everyone showed a somewhat ugly look on their faces, especially Fu Qingniu.

Fang just went to pull Qin Ya and asked him not to talk nonsense, it was not someone else, it was Fu Qingniu.

However, the temper of this divine beast is not small, and it is not afraid of offending people at all, and it is sarcastic without words.

After taking two steps back and forth, when he passed by the sword fairy's side, he clearly saw that the sword fairy frowned, took a step back and stood still, as if he was deliberately distancing himself from it.

Seeing this, the white tiger's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the sword immortal without moving.

After a while, after a while, someone finally discovered the white tiger's movements, not a bystander, it was Fang Zhenren who was rolling around with a pair of eyes, he saw this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he covered his mouth and snickered: "Oh, I said Qin Ya, it seems that this white tiger likes you a lot, but I look at you, why is it a little unhappy?"

Qin Ya glanced at the white tiger who was squinting at this side, and ignored him.

His lack of words made Fang Zhenren bored, but it made the divine beast White Tiger unhappy.

After being stunned for a moment, he walked directly to him with his tail flicked: "Hey, Renxiu, you don't disdain to look at me?"

Qin Ya glanced at him, with some surprise in her eyes, as if she was wondering how he could come to him without saying a word, but she still nodded. He's not good at lying.

"Do you dare to disdain to look at me?" The white tiger gasped for breath in his mouth and nose, and his tiger eyes glared: "If I am willing to make a spirit beast contract with you, you don't bother to look at me?"

As soon as these words came out, he immediately heard the sound of gasping air around him, and when he heard such a sound, the tiger's eyes unabashedly showed a bit of color: That's it, I just talk casually, who is impatient to cultivate people as spirit beasts.

As soon as the words fell, he saw that the person in front of him pulled out a spirit beast from an unknown corner, and he was sleepy-eyed, and before it could see it clearly, the spirit beast was put away by him again: "I have a spirit beast, you can do it yourself!"

The tiger's eyes glowed a dangerous green, and he grinned at the human in front of him: he was not happy.

When everyone heard Qin Ya's refusal, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and they couldn't help but feel a little more happy in their hearts: Okay, good, they actually refused!

Seeing that he had angered the White Tiger, except for the Kunlun monks, the rest of the group of cultivators were happy.

The white tiger stood up, walked back and forth a few times as if he was very unwilling, and after a while, the white tiger seemed to be extremely impatient and whipped the ground, and then walked over, and without saying a word, he squatted down at Qin Ya's feet.

Qin Ya tightened her lips and took a few steps back to the side, and the white tiger stood up and moved a few steps to the side.

This look of moving in step made others wonder: this is really the more it is not taken seriously, the more energetic it becomes.

Qin Ya did not disappoint everyone, tightened her lips, and said, "You don't follow me." ”

"You won't let me follow, I'm still following. The white tiger's lazy voice made everyone's faces change greatly, and it seemed to be a sentence of anger from this proud and temperamental divine beast, but in this case, no one thought it was angry.

"Feel free to do so!" Qin Ya stepped aside and didn't look at it.

But seeing that the white tiger stepped on the tiger step and walked next to him and sat down, Fu Qingniu wanted to persuade Qin Ya several times, but when he saw the white tiger, he remembered the sarcasm of the white tiger before, so he held back his words fiercely.

It's strange to say, the white tiger doesn't know what kind of strange temper it has, and the more it ignores it, the more energetic it becomes. If you are here, you will probably understand that this is an attribute called jitter.

At this moment, Li Wangzhen of Shushan finally couldn't stand still, and smiled bitterly, with no lack of helplessness in his tone: "Mr. Baihu, do you choose Kunlun?"

"Let's talk about it!" The white tiger yawned lazily and glanced at Qin Ya, "I still don't believe in this evil, when I get this person, you Kunlun Shushan will discuss it again, and I will definitely obey my fate." ”

You are a divine beast, not a spirit stone, how can everyone love you? Everyone muttered in their hearts, but they couldn't say it in front of the white tiger, so they had to look at the monks of Shushan and sympathize.

In any case, even if Qin Ya is unwilling, it is not his personal matter to close the sect, and if he can pull the white tiger to Kunlun, even if it does not make a contribution, it will be a deterrent, and it will be much easier to recruit junior disciples in the future.

The clinker here is the result of such a mistake.

Even if he was ridiculed by the white tiger, Fu Qingniu was happy in his heart. After being happy for a long time, he blew his beard: "Don't forget about Gu Lang, remember to go back and train him well." ”

Gu Lang, who was mentioned by Fu Qingniu, was not good at the moment. It's been almost a month since Jia Jia decided to stay in this Outer Wilderness Inn, she didn't move, and Gu Lang didn't dare to get too close to her, so he had to go into the city every few days to explore.

On this day, after confirming that Jia Jia was still in the city, he was about to turn around and walk out of the city, but after only two steps, he couldn't help frowning, stopped suddenly, and looked behind him. The demon cultivators behind him came and went indifferently, and all this was like a slow motion in his eyes.

Everything under the eyes seems to be black and white, and in this black and white, a touch of purple flashes in front of my eyes.

Gu Lang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he followed.

At this time, regardless of whether he would run into Jia Jia or not, Gu Lang frowned tightly, almost passing by Jia Jia who came out of the inn in high spirits.

Jia Jia's expression froze, and when he looked back, he was gone: "Was that Gu Lang just now?"

No one answered her, and after a while, she heard "his" lazy voice sound: "Poor, only two hundred years old, he is dazzled." ”

Jia Jia: "......"

Not to mention Jia Jia, it was said that Gu Lang, who was chasing straight away, chased all the way and chased out of the city.

When he saw that there was no one outside the city gate, even his face showed a little puzzlement, and when he turned around hesitantly, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and the magic sword shot instantly, and with a crisp sound of blades meeting, a figure flashed out.

Looking at the monk who suddenly appeared in front of him, Gu Lang couldn't help but squint his eyes: Coincidentally, I only met him not long ago, and I had a natural hostility towards him.

"Are you that Chen Qi?" After watching it for a long time, Gu Lang finally spoke up, resisting the urge to make a move with the Demon Sword in his hand, "Xiao Baiye wants you to lure me away?"

"You have good eyesight. The monk named Chen Qi stood with his hands behind his back and a smile. The eyesight he was referring to was that Gu Lang recognized at a glance that the purple back was Xiao Baiye, not anything else. But it's precisely because of his good eyesight that he can be lured out.

"You're just an out-of-body monk, what did Xiao Baiye ask you to do?" Gu Lang frowned, "Death?"

Chen Qi's smile froze, and he only took the natal magic weapon in his hand: "It's useless to talk more, you can do it!"

Gu Lang was silent for a long time, pulled a sword flower, and took it behind him: "I want to leave, you can't stop me, there is no need to kill!"

"I didn't expect Gu Zhenren to be a good person. Chen Qi didn't have any extra emotions when he said this, but he heard a little ridicule.

Gu Lang easily dodged his attack, walked behind him and turned sideways slightly: "I know what you think about her, and thank you for your soft help a few times." However, there is no need in the future, she has my own protection, and you don't bother with it. ”

When he had said this, he turned and departed.

Leaving Chen Qiyi in place, he smiled bitterly for a moment, and then chased after him.

After sitting in the lobby of the inn for a while, from how to collect yin and supplement yang to collect yin and supplement yang eighteen styles, from the great supplement of people's hearts to the one hundred and eight ways to eat, she had some regurgitating impulses, got up, and prepared to leave the lobby to rest in the room.

He threw a few spirit stones to let the low-level demon cultivator who ran the hall settle the account, and suddenly pressed a hand on the table in front of him.

It is a raw, good-looking hand with near-perfect knuckle proportions. It seems to be pampered, but it is actually dangerous. There is a clear blue jade wrench on the index finger, to this jade wrench, Jia Jia is very familiar, the memory in the sea seems to be opened all of a sudden, once upon a time, it was also this hand, holding a variety of strange jade books appeared in front of her, once made her think that the monk in front of her was a "not doing business" senior monk, but surprisingly easy to speak.

But people have a thousand faces, and they don't know which face is the real him in front of him.

Jia Jia raised her head and looked at the monk in front of her, still dressed in an elegant and gorgeous brocade robe, with an indescribable extravagance. It is rumored that Xiao Baiye was once a mortal nobleman, at least the extravagance of his body is indeed worthy of the title of "after the nobleman".

After glancing at each other, Jia Jia sighed lightly: "I didn't expect Shaoxin to send you to test me!"

"I'm not a murderer. Xiao Baiye said and glanced at the low-level demon cultivator beside him, but a rough glance made the low-level demon cultivator shudder, as if a big mountain was pressed on his body, the big mountain pressed fast, and it went quickly, and there was no trace in an instant, but the low-level demon cultivator was sweating like rain, trembling and honestly walking to the side.

"But it's okay to kill one or two, especially people who have a hate for me. Xiao Baiye finished speaking.

I don't have a penchant for killing, but it doesn't hurt to kill one or two, especially people who have a hate for me.

This is what Xiao Baiye said.

He doesn't mind killing people, so it's better for Jia Jia to tell the truth honestly, this is what Xiao Baiye meant.

Jia Jia pursed her lips and lowered her eyelids.

She was sarcastically stupid by "him" several times, probably far worse than "him"! But no matter how stupid she is, she understands "his" attitude these days. That green bag was the pawn that Shao Xin was sure that she would not succeed in advancing to the Hidden God, but no one expected that the reincarnation cloak was both the fuse and the key to the demonic barrier, and "he" would make a move at such a critical moment. It is precisely because of the existence of "he". let Shaoxin's chess pieces take a step to scrap the chess, and really broke Shaoxin's game.

From this point of view, in fact, "he" really saved her. For a person who has broken Shaoxin's chess game, what do you think Shaoxin will do? Not only will this not be the case, for Shaoxin, he can easily take the lives of the people of the world, and he can easily let go of the lives of the people of the world, but only "he" will definitely die.

Jia Jia doesn't necessarily like "him", the cohabiting "roommate", but she won't just watch "him" as a wisp of primordial god body disappear between heaven and earth, not to mention that this method of letting "him" fall is likely to ruin her path, so she will definitely not expose "his" existence to Xiao Baiye's eyes, even if they have noticed what variables have happened. (To be continued.) )