Chapter 88 The Proud Son of Heaven 31

Soon, the entire cafeteria was filled with a strong aroma, and dishes with all kinds of flavors and colors were continuously brought out from the kitchen. Many disciples came here after hearing the news, also wanting to try their luck. Let's see if Senior Ying Long likes their cooking.

But soon, they found a problem. Senior Ying Long didn't eat much by himself, but kept serving dishes to Tian Miao, carefully asking her which dish was delicious while picking up the dishes. After getting a delicious answer, throw something to the cook. This thing could be a weapon, a pill, or a cheat book.

But without exception, the people who got the things all smiled and ran away screaming in excitement.

Ying Long's heroic behavior in the afternoon shocked the Canglang Sect.

The head also heard this matter, it is very happy. What Ying Long had in his hands were all good things, and he took so much at once, they were all disciples of the Canglang Sect.

However, this sword spirit named Tian Miao actually managed to please Ying Long so much. What is the origin of this sword spirit? The headmaster was puzzled. Next time, ask yourself that evil son, and see if he knows anything.

After this incident, everyone in the Canglang Sect knew one thing.

That is Ye Chenfeng's sword spirit is unusual. He and Yinglong are good friends and like food. Don't ask how a sword spirit can taste food, just ask that this sword spirit is powerful and has already cultivated a physical body.

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"Chenfeng, where is your sword spirit?" The headmaster went to the courtyard where Ye Chenfeng lived, looked around, but couldn't find Tian Miao, so he asked Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng raised his eyelids to look at the head of the sect, and said slowly: "Maybe go to Wanbian Peak."

"Wanbian Peak?" The head leader was puzzled, "Don't you go to Qingyu Peak?" Tian Miao doesn't like food very much, so Ying Long took her to Qingyu Peak's cafeteria to eat at this point.

"Senior Ying Long said to take Tian Miao to Wanbian Peak." Ye Chenfeng said.

"Going to Wanbian Peak? What are you going to do?" The sect leader was puzzled.

"Go...to forge jewelry for Tian Miao." Ye Chenfeng turned his head to look at the master, and said expressionlessly.

"What? What did you say?" The leader suspected that he had heard wrong. What did he hear just now?

"You heard me right. Senior Ying Long said to let those Qixiu build beautiful jewelry and hair clothes for Tian Miao, and whoever makes them well will..." Ye Chenfeng's expression was a bit complicated.

The leader understands what he said later, whoever builds it well will still be rewarded heavily...

Very good, this method is very suitable for Uncle Long.

wrong! That's not the point!

How could a sword spirit like beautiful jewelry and clothes?

Ye Chenfeng ignored the messy father in the wind, put away his sword, and went straight out to Wanbian Peak to find Tianmiao.

"Hey, wait, wait, you bastard, I'll tell you to wait." The leader chased after him.

"Say." Ye Chenfeng finally stopped.

"What is the origin of this sword spirit Tianmiao?" The head finally asked what he had long wanted to know.

Ye Chenfeng not only stopped this time, but also turned his head to look directly at the head, and then said something that shocked the head.

"I don't know, we don't have a contractual relationship." After Ye Chenfeng finished speaking, he wanted to leave.

The headmaster was shocked, and hurried forward to hold Ye Chenfeng's hand: "What did you say? There is no master-servant contract?"

Ye Chenfeng stood still, turned to look at the head of the sect, there was a strange expression on his usually expressionless face.

"Master-servant contract?" Ye Chenfeng looked at the head, "Father, I suggest you go to sleep for a while. No one in the world is eligible for an equal contract. Return the master-servant contract? Heh! Didn't you see it that day?" Your Uncle Ying Long wags his tail at her?"

After saying this, Ye Chenfeng turned around and left.

The head opened his mouth wide and froze in place. Then, cold sweat protruded densely from his forehead.

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