Chapter 89 The Proud Son of Heaven 32

He remembered that that day, Uncle Yinglong rushed in like the wind, and wagged his tail at Tianmiao twice. That's Uncle Ying Long!

Also, Uncle Ying Long is usually very stingy, but he actually "splashed a lot of money" for Tian Miao.

Thinking of this, the cold sweat on the head's forehead became more and faster.

He should go to sleep and talk about it, what are the daydreams.

The leader wiped off his cold sweat, and immediately thought about the good.

No matter how powerful the sword spirit Tian Miao is, it seems that he has no malice towards Ye Chenfeng and the Canglang Sect at present, and he should be really familiar with Yinglong. Even for Ying Long's sake, he wouldn't do anything unfavorable to the Canglang Sect.

On the contrary, it will also look at Ying Long's face or the face of his own bastard. If the Canglang Sect is in trouble, this powerful sword spirit will come to help.

Thinking of this, the sect leader stopped sweating and began to feel elated.

Up to this time, the head of the sect still firmly believes that Tian Miao is a sword spirit, maybe the sword spirit who was with Da Neng before.

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Ye Chenfeng had already reached Wanbian Peak at this time, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he watched Ying Long carefully choose jewelry and clothes for Tian Miao.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng coming, Yinglong greeted him: "Ah, Ice Cube Boy, come and help Tiantian choose together. What do you think of this hairpin? It matches Tiantian's temperament. What about this cassock? Ah , who made this, it’s very good, elegant and beautiful, it’s so perfect for Tiantian.”

"It's me, it's me." A monk stepped forward excitedly and replied.

"Oh, not bad, keep working hard, next time you can make a better style. These are for you." Ying Long took out a handful of refining materials, and handed them to the excited monk.

The monk endured and endured so that he didn't roar up to the sky and say that he got rich. The value of what Yinglong gave was more than a hundred times that of the vestment he refined! Even if he can't use it, he can sell it and exchange it for the refining materials he needs, which will last him ten or eight years.

Ye Chenfeng walked to Tian Miao silently, watched Tian Miao playing with a beautiful hairpin in his hand, but stopped when he was about to speak. Because a messenger crane flew in front of him.

That was the paper crane of the head of the sect.

Ye Chenfeng took the paper crane, and the voice of the master came to his mind. Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly, but still opened his mouth and said to Tianmiao: "Tianmiao, the master wants us to do a task."

"Yes." Tian Miao put away the hairpin in his hand, smiled and stood up, "When are we going?"

"Now." Ye Chenfeng said. He just separated from the sect leader, and he didn't say anything about it at that time, it seems that when he returned to the main hall, he suddenly received a report, so he rushed to transmit the voice to him.

"Ah, where are you going?" Ying Long pushed forward a large pile of things in his hand, and hurriedly said to those people, "I'll come back to pick things up after I'm busy every day. Don't slack off. Work hard and don't waste your time. All my thoughts are spent on this trick. I will refine what I need after I finish training. Otherwise, I will interrupt your dog legs. You can't put the cart before the horse, and the Canglang Sect cannot be destroyed in your hands."

Ye Chenfeng glanced at Ying Long in surprise, he didn't expect Ying Long to say such a thing.

"Then let's go." Tian Miao looked at Ye Chenfeng who was a little surprised, and smiled, "Ying Long is sometimes a little unreliable, but he is still very clear about important matters, and he will not forget his own mission. Or to be precise, you will not forget your promise, the promise you made to the founder of the Canglang Sect."

Ye Chenfeng's heart was slightly shocked, looking at Ying Long who was still scolding the disciples of Wanbian Peak, he felt that it was the first time he recognized this uncle Ying Long who usually only knew how to eat, drink and bask in the sun.