Looking at Yang Si's back, Qingyi's eyes became even hotter.

Just now, she was all fascinated by Yang Si's appearance, so naturally she didn't hear the conversation between Yang Si and Qing Feng. Of course, even if she heard it, she probably wouldn't have thought of anything.

When Qingfeng saw that Yang Si had lifted his feet and naturally raised his heels helplessly, and at the same time he greeted the junior brothers behind him, "Put the collected magic mushrooms in the storage bag, let's go back."

Those junior brothers were all at the level of Qi training. The moment they saw Yang Si, they felt that they were shrouded in a burst of pressure, so they were careful not to speak throughout the whole process.

So when Qingfeng asked them to leave, the few people breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed Qingfeng. As for Yangsi, they begged themselves not to notice themselves, so you dare to care whether he followed them back to the sect.

At this point, Qingfeng and others didn't know at all that the one who brought back to the sect was definitely not a guest, but an ancestor who could not afford to offend, or the one who killed everyone in minutes.

Everyone after learning the truth was filled with sad tears!

Because Qingfeng, the monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, naturally he could not fly back with his sword and could only ride a horse.

After leaving the Magic Forest, you will encounter a small market in half an hour. Qingfeng originally wanted to buy a horse for Yangsi, but the horse's legs became weak when he saw Yangsi. Where could he ride? After trying several stores, he found that when the horses saw Yangsi, they were like seeing their ancestors, kneeling on the ground and never got up.

Nonsense, the bloodline of the golden lion beast is scared to death, okay? Who dares to hunch it?

In the end, Yang Si couldn't stand it anymore and said that he could catch up with them even by walking by himself, so he calmed down.

However, during the market, Qingfeng and others found that all the animals with some spirituality were crawling on the ground and did not dare to move. Their appearance was even more fearful than seeing high-level monsters, which made everyone suspicious.

However, it didn't take long for them to be left behind by Yang Si's ability to shrink into an inch. Damn, is this ability possible for a Jindan stage cultivator to do?

Qingfengman's head was sweating in his head, and he was secretly complaining in his heart. It seemed that he had brought back an ancestor's ability, and even the ancestor could not do it. So, sir, what kind of cultivation do you have?

I want to become a Jindan stage monk to deceive me? My poor little heart

Everyone returned to the sect in fear all the way. Naturally, Yang Si was just leisurely all the way, and he had no sense of self-consciousness to visit other people's sects.

Qingshan School, in the main hall

An old man sat high in the main seat and was talking about something when a disciple hurriedly ran in from outside the hall, and then knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Sect Master, there is a man outside, who wants to see you." The disciple stammered, his face pale.

There was no way. He was frightened at the mountain gate just now. He hadn't recovered yet. If he hadn't been thrilling and running fast and his mind was spinning fast, he would have probably stayed outside.

Xu Qing looked at the disciple who had no image at all and frowned. After hearing what he reported, his brows frowned even more.

When did the disciple guarding the mountain gate so ignorant? He didn't even have any etiquette. It seemed that he should take good care of it. A man asked for a meeting? He was so idle and could see any person who wanted to see him?

"Which elder is you? You don't know any rules at all, so what kind of morality is it." Xu Qing looked at the disciple, and his tone also felt a little dissatisfied.

(End of this chapter)
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