Chapter 89: Pride of Heaven 32

Chapter 89 The Proud Child of Heaven 32
He remembered that that day, Uncle Ying Long rushed in like a wind, and shook his tail at Tianmiao twice. That's Master Ying Long!
Also, Uncle Ying Long is usually stingy, and for this day Miao actually "spend a lot of money".
Thinking of this, the cold sweat on the head of the forehead broke more and faster.
He should go to sleep and wake up and talk about it, what a blue sky and daydream.
The head wiped his cold sweat, and immediately thought about the benefits.
No matter what kind of powerful sword spirit Tianmiao is, it seems that Ye Chenfeng and Canglang Sect are not malicious at present, and they should be really familiar with Ying Long. Even for Ying Long's sake, it wouldn't do anything unfavorable to Canglang Sect.
On the contrary, it will also depend on the face of Yinglong or the face of his own brat. Once the Canglang Sect is in trouble, this powerful sword spirit will help.
Thinking of this, the head of the boss stopped sweating, and began to feel good about it.
At this time, the headmaster still firmly believed that Tianmiao was a sword spirit, perhaps the sword spirit who had been with Da Neng before.
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Ye Chenfeng had reached the peak of change at this time, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he watched Ying Long carefully choosing jewelry and clothes for Tianmiao.
Upon seeing Ye Chenfeng coming, Ying Long greeted him: "Ah, ice cube boy, come and help Tiantian choose. What do you think of this hairpin? It matches the temperament of Tiantian. What about this vest? , Who made this, it’s not bad, elegant and beautiful, it’s so beautiful."
"It's me, it's me." A monk replied excitedly.
"Oh, it's not bad, keep working hard, next time you make better styles. These are for you." Ying Long took out a handful of refining materials and handed it to the excited monk.
The monk had endured and forbeared so that he didn't growl up to the sky and said that he had become rich. The value given by Ying Long is more than a hundred times more valuable than the vestment he refined! Even if he can't use it, he can sell it and replace it with the refining materials he needs, which is enough for him to use it for ten or eight years.
Ye Chenfeng silently walked to Tianmiao's side, watching Tianmiao play with the exquisite hairpin in his hand, but stopped when he was about to speak. Because a paper crane flew in front of him.
That is the paper crane of the chief's order.
Ye Chenfeng took the paper crane, and the voice of the head came to his mind. Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly, and said to Tianmiao: "Tianmiao, the head wants us to do a task."
"Yes." Tian Miao put the hairpin in his hand away, smiled and stood up, "When will we leave?"
"Now." Ye Chenfeng said. He was separated from the head. He didn't say this at that time. It seems that he returned to the main hall and suddenly received a report, so he was anxious to transmit the sound to him.
"Ah, where are you going?" Ying Long pushed forward a large pile of things in his hand, and said anxiously to those people, "Don't be slacking when you are done every day and then come back to pick. I use my mind on this trick. After I finish my cultivation, I will refine what I need. Otherwise, I will break your doglegs. You can't put the cart before the horse, and 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." Tianmiao looked at Ye Chenfeng who was a little surprised, and smiled, "Ying Long is sometimes unreliable, but he is still very clear about major events and will not forget his own mission. Or to be precise, I will never forget the promise, the promise to your founding ancestor of the Azure Wave Sect."
Ye Chenfeng's heart shook slightly. Looking at Ying Long who was still reprimanding the disciples of Wanbian Peak, he felt like he had recognized for the first time this uncle Ying Long who usually only knows how to eat, drink and enjoy the sun.
(End of this chapter)