Chapter 258 Slander Me? Come and Get Beaten! 【2 More】

There is no reason at all, just do it like that.

Fortunately, there are no other gods in the hall on the first floor except the three of them.

Seeing this scene, Jun Muqian's expression changed instantly, and his voice was cold and harsh: "What do you want to do?!"

However, Miss Ting turned a deaf ear to it, her spiritual power was still surging towards Rong Qing.

And on that face that always had a smile on it, anger was suppressed at this moment.

In an instant, the sword is on the verge of breaking out!

Rong Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't move, just stood there quietly with his arms folded.

For some reason, Miss Ting's attack was forced to stop when she was about to hit him.

It was as if there was a barrier blocking her way.

A faint glow flowed from the man in scarlet clothes, floating in the air like a layer of tulle.

But it was such an inconspicuous light that firmly blocked that fierce attack.

Miss Ting's face suddenly changed, and she gritted her teeth and sneered: "Bold, you are so bold! You don't say anything when you appear at the exchange, and you dare to come to the temple. If the God Lord is not there, you can act wild ?”

The voice has not yet landed——

"Ugh—"

A purple long whip was thrown out suddenly, and directly grabbed Miss Ting's right hand.

The speed was also very fast, and a deep bloodstain was directly drawn on that right hand.

Miss Ting didn't seem to feel the pain at all, she still stared at the man in scarlet clothes, as if she saw some natural enemy.

Jun Muqian frowned, his face slightly cold: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

She didn't fully understand Miss Ting's words, but she was sure that Miss Ting must have admitted the wrong person.

He shot at Rong Qing for no reason, why?

"Mumu—" Rong Qing finally spoke, her voice was as jade-like as jade, "It's nothing."

He raised his eyes slightly, looked at Miss Ting, and said in a flat tone, "how is the breath on my body?"

"Are you still pretending?" Miss Ting's eyes turned completely cold, "I am the Nine Stars Hunter, and I have fought against you many times. I can't feel wrong."

Nine Stars Hunting!

Jun Muqian narrowed his eyes slightly, this girl Ting is actually the Nine Star God Hunter!

She remembered that the God Lie she and Zhi Huan saw outside was only a three-star God Lie.

Because in the logo on the god hunter's clothes, there are only three stars drawn.

Spirit kings can only become three-star god hunters.

How high should the nine-star god hunter be?

However, she also heard those god hunters chewing their ears, saying that Miss Ting had been here for at least a few thousand years, so it was not unexpected that she could become a nine-star god hunter.

Could it be that the people that Miss Ting was talking about were... the mysterious young master with a snake's tail that she met in the exchange earlier?

Jun Mu's shallow eyes darkened a little, she seemed to remember that the mysterious young master said at that time - why can I feel a familiar breath when I am on you?

She frowned, what aura is the same between Rong Qing and her?

But if it's the same, why doesn't Miss Ting take action against her?

Jun Muqian is not worried that Rong Qing will be hurt by Miss Ting, but such an inexplicable attack will definitely not make her feel better.

For a while, the three of them stood in a stalemate.

And at this moment, a loud shout came——

"A Ting, stop!"

Miss Ting was slightly taken aback, and when she realized it, there was already a figure in front of her, it was the man in the cloak that Jun Muqian had seen before.

And after he separated Miss Ting, the glow on Rong Qing's body immediately dissipated.

From the beginning to the end, even the eyes did not waver.

"Yu!" Miss Ting frowned coldly, "Why did you tell me to stop?"

"You're mistaken." The man in the cloak was a little displeased, "He is not our enemy."

"No?" This time, Miss Ting hesitated, and then gritted her teeth again, "Impossible, the aura on him is very strong, it must be one of them."

"A Ting, he is not." Yu was very helpless, "Did you forget that we went out for hunting more than a thousand years ago, and we returned with a big victory that time because someone was helping us?"

"More than a thousand years ago..." Miss Ting murmured, and blurted out in disbelief, "This person, is he?"

Yu nodded, then turned to look at the man in scarlet clothes, and said apologetically, "A Ting didn't go that time, so I didn't know you, forgive me."

Fortunately, he was in the temple today and did not enter the practice.

Otherwise, it is still unknown what will cause a catastrophe.

"Small things." Rong Qing's voice remained unchanged, he said lightly, "I can understand."

Jun Muqian looked at Yu, then at Miss Ting, narrowing her eyes: "You two, can you explain, what are you doing?"

"A misunderstanding." Yu sighed, "It has been resolved."

"It's my fault." At this time, Miss Ting put away her spiritual power and bowed deeply, but she still had some doubts on her face, "However, you do have exactly the same aura as theirs."

It is this aura that is the standard for them to judge whether they are enemies.

But right now, it failed once.

Rong Qing said nothing.

Jun Muqian raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing the words: "You recognized him as those creatures with a human body and a snake tail?"

Of course it's impossible!

How could Rong Qing be confused with these creatures?

It doesn't look like a person with a snake tail.

"Yes, I was wrong." Miss Ting was not embarrassed, she admitted frankly, "Actually, our god hunters have more or less aura of them, and this is because we have fought many battles with them."

After finishing speaking, the voice paused: "However, I have never felt that this kind of breath is even more pure in people other than them."

It's a bit illusory to say, but if you fight a lot, your senses will naturally have memories.

"You..." Yu Ye said, "You also have this kind of aura, but it's not strong."

"Me?" Jun Muqian was slightly taken aback, "Is that really the case..."

"Okay, it's all my fault." Miss Ting laughed, and she nodded again and again, "I'll apologize to you, don't get in a bad mood because of this misunderstanding."

The spirit ring on his finger flashed, and a badge appeared in his palm.

"Here, little girl." Miss Ting smiled, "Your badge."

Jun Muqian took the badge and stroked it, feeling slightly cool: "What kind of material is this? Why can't I feel it?"

Miss Ting hadn't answered yet, she said lightly and softly, "Butianyu."

"Butianyu?" Jun Muqian looked at the badge in his hand, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Is there really butianyu?"

In the past, in the prehistoric era, the ancestor witches were warlike, and Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water, and Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, fought in Buzhou Mountain for some reason.

During this period, Gonggong angered Buzhou Mountain.

The pillar of heaven is broken, and the sun and the moon are tilted.

Hundreds of millions of lives are at stake.

The supreme sage Wahuang, who is honored as the sect of all spirits, took multicolored stones, smelted them, and used them to mend the sky.

And the remaining unused multicolored stones are scattered in various places.

Part of it was fused with other ordinary stones.

Although it has lost its original function, its power is still not to be underestimated.

These stones are called butianyu to commemorate the events at that time.

But after all, these have been a long time ago, and it is not known whether there are really colorful stones left outside.

But now, she actually has Butianyu in her hand?

"Huh - you know?" Miss Ting was very surprised, she looked at Rong Qing with a slightly dignified expression, "Aren't you really from the temple?"

Rong slightly shook his head: "Occasionally."

"It's Butianyu." Miss Ting didn't ask further, and explained, "However, it's a waste Butianyu. It doesn't have any energy in it. It's just an ordinary stone."

She smiled indifferently: "It's useless anyway, so I used it as a badge. After I go out, I can show it off, right?"

"Butianyu..." Jun Muqian put away the badge, "Where did you get it?"

How could a mere lower plane contain treasures that even the Illusory Great Thousand didn't have?

Even if it is a waste Butianyu, it is left over from the prehistoric era.

"Of course I picked it up." Miss Ting blinked with a smile, "little girl, hurry up and pass the next eight levels of assessment, what you will get by then is not trivial."

Jun Muqian nodded: "I will come to the temple again when the characters on the feathers change."

The first level had already allowed her to obtain the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.

How strong is the foundation of the temple?

"Waiting for you at any time." Miss Ting nodded with a smile on her face, "Next time I will definitely prepare a banquet and apologize to you."

Jun Muqian didn't agree or refuse. After waving her hand, she said, "Little beauty, let's go."

Miss Ting and Yu stood there, watching them leave.

After a while, Yu Cai said: "A Ting, your temper is still so violent, please control it properly."

Hearing this sentence, Miss Ting's smile disappeared instantly, and she rolled her eyes: "I'm sorry, I can't control it, this old lady has such a temper, she refuses to accept and fights."

Yu: "..."

"Besides, as long as I think about what they did—" Miss Ting's eyes showed a murderous intent, "I can't wait to kill them all!"

"I know." Yu sighed softly, "Why am I not? But, we still have no way to catch them all."

"Their happy days won't be long." Miss Ting sneered slightly, "When the God Lord returns..."

"It is the day of their perdition!"

**

A few days later, Fengjia.

Early in the morning, Feng Yiyuan came to the gate.

He could no longer hide his excitement, rubbing his hands and shaking them non-stop.

When a junior came out of the mansion, seeing his appearance, he was a little curious, and said: "Second Uncle, what are you doing? You..."

The following words were not spoken—it was like suffering from epilepsy.

"Go, go, go." Feng Yiyuan waved his hands impatiently, "There are distinguished guests coming today, please be honest, don't lose face to the Feng family!"

"Distinguished guest?" The juniors looked at each other, "What kind of distinguished guest deserves to be greeted personally by Second Uncle?"

Could it be someone from the Fu family or the Cang family?

Or, which of the ancestors of their Feng family who was away has returned?

For a while, the juniors inevitably became excited, none of them left, but stood at the door, waiting with Feng Yiyuan.

A girl approached Feng Xiwei and asked in a low voice: "Sister San, do you know who Second Uncle is waiting for?"

"Just watch it in a while." Feng Xiwei casually smiled, "I don't know who is worth waiting for Daddy."

A coldness flashed across the watery eyes, the daughter left behind by the Mu family?

Since she was thrown away, she must not be a good daughter.

She thought it was a good throw.

Why was she humiliated by Fusu so much, that this Mu family's daughter could be sent to Feng's family by him, and let her father take good care of her?

How can there be such a good thing, she can't swallow this anger.

Feng Xiwei remembered what Feng Yiyuan said to her last night——

"Wei'er, you are my daughter, so I naturally think of you for all good things. Remember, when your niece comes, you must take good care of her."

"And, you have to have a good relationship with her, remember?"

Feng Xi narrowed her eyes slightly, are you on good terms?

Since it was her father's special order, then she should "make a good relationship" with this abandoned daughter of the Mu family!

"Why haven't you come yet?" Feng Yiyuan waited a little anxiously, he rubbed his hands, "Young Master Seventeen clearly agreed, it's about time."

If it wasn't because he could target and bring down the Mu family, how could he be waiting for a junior here with such a noble status?

Feng Yiyuan's expression was a bit ugly, but he couldn't say anything, he could only wait anxiously.

Feng Xiwei secretly sneered in her heart, she was indeed an abandoned girl, she didn't even understand the rules of time, and she didn't know where Fusu should treat her differently.

She pinched her nails, raised her head, and looked forward.

At this time, two figures finally appeared in the distance.

"It's coming! It's coming!" Feng Yiyuan's heart fell back into his stomach, and he hurried forward, ready to greet him, "Young Master Seventeen, you finally..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned, and then he was horrified: "Brother Fufeng, why is it you?!"

The person who came was not Fusu as Feng Yiyuan had expected, but the third son Fufeng.

Fufeng raised his eyes slightly, his tone was cold: "Can't?"

"No... no no no!" Feng Yiyuan immediately broke out in sweat, forced a smile, "I haven't seen Brother Fufeng for a long time, brother Yu is too late to be happy."

Cursing inwardly, how did this happen, a person like Fufeng, who doesn't even bother with the other families, actually came to their Feng's house today?

"Brother Fufeng was entrusted by the Seventeenth Young Master?" Feng Yiyuan pondered for a while, "Is this the niece?"

When his eyes fell on the woman in purple, he was taken aback.

For a while, he was speechless.

How could it be so...

Fufeng naturally noticed this sight, and his expression turned cold: "Feng Yiyuan."

Those three words actually used the spirit of speech.

Just touching Feng Yiyuan made him shiver with fright, a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.

The man's tone was serious: "Eyes, don't you want them anymore?"

To actually look at his apprentice with such eyes, death is not an exaggeration.

Feng Yiyuan woke up suddenly, he panicked: "Brother Fufeng, you should die, you really should die!"

"Master, it's okay." Jun Muqian curled his lips and smiled meaningfully, "Don't get angry."

master?

This title shocked Feng Yiyuan again.

This abandoned daughter of the Mu family is actually Fufeng's apprentice?

Could it be that she was specially selected for the seventeenth son's wife?

Sure enough, Fufeng said coldly: "Xiaoqian is my apprentice, if I know that she is even slightly injured in your family, you don't need to live with this one."

"Yes yes yes!" Feng Yiyuan was extremely astonished, "My foolish brother will definitely protect his niece and never let brother Fufeng down."

The power of the spiritual master is too great, he can't bear it.

And since Fufeng said it, he will definitely do it.

As expected, he made the right move in this move. With Fufeng as his backer, why worry that he can't bring down the Mu family?

"Yeah." Fufeng's expression softened a bit, "Xiaoqian, I'll come to see you in two days."

Jun Mu smiled and nodded: "Master, go slowly."

Fufeng nodded, turned around and left first.

Only then did Feng Yiyuan heave a sigh of relief, and smiled apologetically: "My niece, the mansion has already prepared a room for you, what else do you need, just ask!"

Jun Muqian turned around and smiled faintly: "Uncle Laofeng is here."

Feng Yiyuan thought to himself, this apprentice Fufeng is really not like him, and his temper is quite good, so it will be much easier.

After thinking about it, he said again: "I'll let Wei'er show you around the mansion first, you two are about the same age, so you happen to be familiar with each other."

"Wei'er, come here."

Feng Xiwei had a panoramic view of the previous scene, her eyes darkened a bit, and she walked forward: "Father, what are your orders?"

"This is Miss Mu Qian." Feng Yiyuan said, "Take her around, go."

"So it's Sister Qian." Feng Xiwei smiled slightly when she saw that face, "Sister Qian will follow me."

She lowered her head, and said in a soft and low voice, "You can play well between the two young masters of the Fu family, sister Qian's kung fu is really not small."

Zhang Zhang is very fat~

【Collapse Theater】

Fusu's heart: mmp! What daughter-in-law, Feng Yiyuan, you are trying to kill me!

Sovereign Monarch: Little sister Qian, your uncle!

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They are all so sure that the Lord is Mu Chenbai's daughter~ Let's wait and see

Good night, good night, have a good dream~