Chapter 141: 2 The Xiuluo field in the female room, the mind of King Jin Wing Xiaopeng, fairy...

It is hard to imagine that an immortal princess would be like a cat at this moment, lying on Jun Xiaoyao's legs.
It looks like an abandoned pet.
If the Yin and Yang Shengzi outside the box saw this scene, he would definitely doubt life.
Jun Xiaoyao's face faintly said: "Why are you here?"
Wu Mingyue's voice was weak and weak: "I heard that the master was coming to Tiandao Tower before, and Mingyue rushed in non-stop, just to see the master."
After Jun Xiaoyao's repeated design, Wu Mingyue was thoroughly trained and formed, and he was devoted and loyal to him.
"My son, how could she?" On the side, Jun Linglong was also very surprised, her beautiful eyes widened slightly.
The relationship between Jun Xiaoyao and Wu Mingyue was known only by Jun Zhanjian except for them.
"It's a long story, but Mingyue is a trustworthy person." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
Hearing this, Wu Mingyue showed a touching smile.
Being trusted by Jun Xiaoyao makes her very happy.
But Jun Linglong couldn't get happy, and there was a faint smell of hostility in her eyes.
She sensed a little threat.
"The Yin and Yang Son outside the door seems to be interesting to you." Jun Xiaoyao said casually.
Although there is a private room, Jun Xiaoyao can also understand the situation outside.
The yin-yang saint son, backed by yin-yang religion, is the saint son of the Holy Spirit Academy.
Earlier news came from the Holy Spirit Academy, saying that Jun Xiaoyao was not welcome to come, and there must be Yin Yang Shengzi and others to help.
When Wu Mingyue heard this, she felt sweet in her heart, and thought to herself: "Is the master jealous?"
However, she also immediately expressed her position: "The master is worried too much, and Mingyue never even glanced at the Yin and Yang Son."
"Yeah." Jun Xiaoyao nodded.
Wu Mingyue is a plaything in his palm, and it still has an effect on him, how can he let others get involved.
"By the way, Master, Mingyue also brought you more than a hundred immortal sources, and I can only collect so many." Wu Mingyue obediently took out the spatial magic weapon, which contained the immortal source.
Even as the eldest princess, it is not easy to collect so many fairy sources.
Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
He hasn't used Wu Mingyue yet, Wu Mingyue has become a tool man himself.
"Very well, thanks a lot." Jun Xiaoyao put away Xianyuan and touched Wu Mingyue's soft and supple head.
Wu Mingyue squinted her beautiful eyes, feeling sweet in her heart.
On the side, Jun Linglong felt tighter in her chest. She stood behind Jun Xiaoyao, stretched out her hand, and said softly: "Master, Linglong will pinch your shoulders for you."
Wu Mingyue put on Jun Xiaoyao's legs and said, "Master, Mingyue will beat your legs."
"cough……"
Even Jun Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, and then pretended not to care.
How does it feel like the expansion of the Shura Field?
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On the other hand, the Fighting Club is also ready to begin.
Tianjiao from all walks of life is sitting firmly in the stands.
And some distinguished Tianjiao are sitting in VIP boxes.
For example, the Golden Wing Xiaopeng Wang Jinlie.
He is tall and strong, with long golden hair straight down.
Inside the eyes are golden vertical pupils, like beasts, with a wildness, very cold.
Behind him, there is also a pair of golden wings, each feather is as sharp as a golden sword.
"This time, I want to take in some powerful followers, and Na Jun Xiaoyao..." Jin Lie's eyes narrowed, glowing with cold light.
Jun Xiaoyao surrendered nine lions as mounts, making Jin Lie very upset.
The reason is simple. When outsiders mention the top Taikoo royal family, they will think of the nine lions and the golden winged roc.
These two races have always had the same name, and when you mention one, you will inevitably mention the other.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao rides on nine lions, and the Golden Winged Roc is as famous as the nine lions.
Doesn't this mean that the Golden Winged Dapeng is also a mount?
When outsiders mention the Golden Winged Roc, they will say that this is the same line as the nine lions, they are all mounts.
"Hmph, those nine lions really lost the face of my ancient royal family!" Jin Lie's brows were solemn.
He made up his mind to meet with Jun Xiaoyao in Tiandao Tower afterwards.
Don’t lose the face of the Taikoo royal family!
"Everyone, welcome to participate in the martial arts fight held by my Wanbao Chamber of Commerce. I hope you can gain something and earn a lot of money."
An old man who presided over took to the high platform road.
He didn't talk nonsense, and quickly got into the subject.
Two slaves were driven up.
A mane covered with hair, a huge body, muscles, holding a white bone stick.
"It turned out to be a barbarian." Some monks were surprised.
The barbarians are also a very large ethnic group with many branches.
Higher barbarians can even cultivate special barbaric patterns, drawing on the power of nature.
This barbarian, although not a high-level barbarian, is extremely powerful.
The other slave was very shriveled and skinny.
"It's the Fengying clan." An old man recognized it.
"Okay, everyone can place bets." said the host.
Jun Xiaoyao took a casual look.
It seems that the Barbarians are better than the Wind Shadows in that respect.
Moreover, this barbarian has thick skin and strong defense. Even if the wind shadow tribe has the advantage of speed, it is very difficult to cause fatal damage to the barbarian.
Therefore, most people suppressed the barbarians.
"Ten Xianyuan, pressure wind shadow clan." Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.
Both Jun Linglong and Wu Mingyue were slightly surprised.
There are ten immortal sources at one time, which is definitely a big deal.
If you are not careful, you may lose everything.
Of course, they didn't have any objections, and Jun Xiaoyao's words were orders.
However, the results came out quickly.
The Fengying clan finally activated the bloodline power, and a sharp wind blade directly penetrated the chest of the barbarian clan.
"The master is really amazing, his eyes are like torches." Wu Mingyue worshipped.
"It's just a small point."
With Jun Xiaoyao's current talents, it is still possible to do it, not to mention the insight into everything and the talents of these people.
Finally, the Fengying clan was bought by a powerful Tianjiao.
Generally speaking, there are people who want strong slaves.
Or as a servant, or as a dead man.
But for slaves like Fengying Clan, Jun Xiaoyao still looks down upon him.
Not to mention being a follower, even buying to see the nursing home is redundant.
Then, one after another, many more slaves.
The Primordial Ten Thousand Races, including Human Race, Monster Race slaves, etc., all have them.
But Jun Xiaoyao was not surprised, all of them were crushed.
The last one hundred and fifty Xianyuan ~EbookFREE.me~ became four hundred.
Of course, this is also due to the indulgence of Wanbao Chamber of Commerce.
Otherwise, the game will be crushed, and Wanbao Chamber of Commerce does not want to bleed like this.
"It seems that Wanbao Chamber of Commerce is quite interesting, and it didn't stop me from continuing to press down." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Next, the old man who hosted, his face was solemn, and he said.
"Everyone, the next is this martial arts fight, the last duel."
As the old man's voice fell, two iron cages covered with cloth were pushed up.
There are even forbidden runes engraved around the iron cage.
But even so, there is also a strong wave of fluctuations radiating from the iron cage.
"Huh?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly condensed, and he looked at one of the iron cages. Recommended reading: "Reading Files 2013"
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