Beast

Yang Qing walked cautiously among the trees and rocks, giggling from time to time, and the steel rod in his hand swung away the withered thorns and shrubs in front of him.

"Hehe" Yang Qing grinned almost to his ears. Thinking about the feeling of touching Sun Xinyao's delicate hands, he couldn't help but put his hand under the tip of his nose and smell it.

For a year, Yang Qing has been practicing on Guanyue Mountain. Cultivation is boring. Sun Xinyao, who comes every few days, has become the biggest sustenance in Yang Qing's heart.

Just yesterday, Yang Qing and Sun Xinyao made progress in breaking through the surname. He took the initiative to hold Sun Xinyao's hand, but Sun Xinyao just blushed and let him hold her hand.

"It's better to be bold, hehe." Joyful emotions filled his heart, Yang Qing was proud and praised himself.

In one year, Yang Qing has grown a little taller, his figure is tall and well-proportioned, his rough face is full of determination, and he is no longer as childish as before.

During this year, I have been worried that the evil spirit and the essence and blood of the enlightened beast will break the seal and turn him into a monster that is neither human nor beast, and lacks rationality.

Sun Xinyao's cultivation was limited and the strength of the seal was insufficient. During this year, he would refill it every three months, which would make him physically and mentally exhausted. Fortunately, the small amount of enlightened beast essence and blood integrated into his blood did not cause any trouble.

Sealing the evil spirit and blood essence is not a long-term solution. Yang Qing has been figuring out the idea of ​​the curse pill, and every few days he will go deep into the mountains alone to look for Ganoderma lucidum.

His current sect contribution totals 2,470 points, which were exchanged for various spiritual herbs and the corpses of monster beasts.

At this time, his sharp eyes swept around, paying attention to every move within a ten-foot radius of his consciousness. This place was thirty miles away from Guanyue Mountain, and the monsters were powerful, so Yang Qing had to be careful.

The distance between the trees has increased, and the trees are tall and thick. Trees more than thirty feet high can be seen everywhere. Yang Qing must not only be careful around him, but also be wary of the air.

Yang Qing was refining his body, but without true energy, he reached the Sea of ​​Consciousness realm and could not fly with weapons. This put him at a disadvantage, and being bitten by a beast would tear apart a piece of flesh and blood.

After going thirty miles deep, Yang Qing still hadn't found a single Ganoderma lucidum plant. He didn't want to go back here, so he cautiously headed deeper.

The sunlight came in sparsely, making the forest look dark and depressing.

"Hey, there is the sound of running water." Yang Qing listened carefully, looked in the right direction and quickened his pace.

As Yang Qing walked around, the sound of water became clearer. When Yang Qing walked nearly three miles away, he could hear the roar of water hitting rocks.

He crept forward, hid behind a thick cedar tree, and peeked inside.

What catches the eye is a ten-foot-wide stream of water pouring down, hitting the square rocks, causing white splashes to appear, then flowing into a ten-foot-long pool, and finally converging on the ground to form a clear river that winds around the outside.

The ground flows away.

The water of this waterfall is only ten feet wide. It pours from a mountain that is forty to fifty feet high, but it has a surging force and hits the rocks with a roaring sound.

Below the waterfall, there is a large open space, about a hundred feet in diameter. It is autumn at this time, the grass on the ground has withered and turned yellow, and only some stubborn plants are still holding on to their green branches and leaves.

More than a dozen white deer-like animals with four horns were feeding on the green plants on the ground in the open space. They were full of energy in the blink of an eye.

They are big and small. The largest one is seven feet tall, with snow-white manes hanging around its neck, and the four corners of its head are majestic. The smallest one is only three feet tall, and the horns on its head are only a few inches long. It is lively and active.

, smart and cute.

"Husband!" Yang Qing said in surprise, his eyes shining.

Yang Qing had seen a disciple turn in one of these spiritual beasts called Fu Zhu in exchange for the sect's contribution, but it was dead, with bruises all over its body, and it was not as agile as when it was alive.

The reason why it is a spiritual beast rather than a demonic beast is that it only eats plants as food, has a gentle personality and rarely attacks actively.

Yang Qing lay on the ground, used his hands and feet to move forward, and went straight to the leader.

"It's up to you. It's a perfect match for Xinyao as a mount." Yang Qing thought to himself, wondering how happy Sun Xinyao would be when she saw this leader.

"Maybe...hehe" Yang Qing snickered in his heart, thinking about it, and couldn't help but feel a little carried away.

He had been thinking about catching a spiritual beast for Sun Xinyao for a long time, but most of them were monster beasts. He couldn't catch a wild beast and give it to Sun Xinyao, right? As for the Miyin Monkey, Yang Qing believed that it was not as good as a wild beast.

Yang Qing made small movements, lowered his head, and let out his consciousness. He was covered by the weeds a foot deep, and there was the roar of the waterfall hitting the rocks. At this time, he was still fifty feet away from the leading tiger, and he was not discovered.

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Fifty feet, forty feet, twenty feet...

"Stop" Yang Qing hurriedly stopped his movements. His consciousness could reach ten feet away, and he found that the smallest Fuzhu's clever eyes were staring at the weeds falling to both sides.

"Found it." Yang Qing knew that he had been exposed. The robe he was wearing was gray, which was incompatible with the color of the wild grass. No matter how young or stupid this little guy was, he would still find him.

"Yo"

As expected, this husband made a childish deer cry. With this deer cry, the other husbands all turned their heads to look at Yang Qing.

"I want to run, but it's too late"

Before everyone could react, Yang Qing suddenly jumped up from the ground, stepped over the smallest husband in front of him, and went straight to the leader.

"flap"

Yang Qing jumped out very quickly, and everyone's reactions were also very fast, and they spread out their four hooves and ran away.

Dispersed in a hurry!

Yang Qing identified the leading fuzhu, how could he give up like this? He held the fine steel rod in his hand and chased after the leading fuzhu.

With a distance of a hundred feet and only a dozen breaths of time, the leader Fu Zhu took the lead and rushed into the woods, followed closely by Yang Qing.

The husband knew the danger deep in the mountains, so he did not go deep and ran quickly to both sides.

Entering the woods, the rocks and trees could not slow down Yang Qing's speed. He used his hands and feet to fly between the trees, and his body was as flexible as an ape.

Looking at Fu Zhu again, he was faster, with four hooves just a few feet away. His snow-white mane swayed backwards with the wind, and his elegant horse made Yang Qing more determined to capture him.

The fine steel rod in his hand was a little obstructive, so he changed his limbs and used a running posture. Instead, he ran while beating trees and rocks with the fine steel rod in his hand, and then the force of the counterattack accelerated his speed.

In this way, Yang Qing reached an unprecedented speed. No matter whether he was avoiding or turning, his body was not stagnant at all.

The leader was faster, and he was worthy of being a herbivorous spiritual beast that grew up in the mountains and forests. His ability to save lives was extraordinary, and the distance between him and Yang Qing gradually widened.

The trees flew back, and they had already chased him more than ten miles away. At this time, they stopped and looked around.

It wasn't that he was exhausted from running at a high speed and had to stop to rest, but that he lost track of the leader.

"No wonder, those disciples killed Fu Zhu." Yang Qing sighed in his heart at Fu Zhu's speed and physical strength, and muttered softly.

With the speed and flexibility of Yang Qing's body, he was also thrown away by the leader of Fu Zhu. You can imagine how fast Fu Zhu was. In order to complete the sect's mission, those disciples had no choice but to kill Fu Zhu. It was too difficult to catch up, especially

In this mountain forest, it is difficult for the Qi Refining Monk to fly at the speed of his weapon.

He turned around and ran back, thinking about how to catch Hu Zhu. He was smart and alert, but he couldn't trap him, he had a keen sense of smell, and he couldn't drug him. He could defeat him with a weapon. If he didn't control his strength well, he might be killed directly.

"Hey, it's it," Yang Qing said to himself with some surprise and helplessness.

Yang Qing ran for half a minute when he saw a white figure appearing not far away, shaking his head and looking around.

This white figure was the youngest Huzhu who discovered him and then let out a childish roar. Unexpectedly, he ran away and ran behind Yang Qing.

"If you can't catch the biggest one, just find a smaller one." Yang Qing shrugged and rushed towards the smallest one.

This man also found Yang Qing and ran away. However, not long after he was born, he was still very weak in terms of speed and physical strength. After running for more than ten feet, he was pushed to the ground by Yang Qing.

"Spit..." Fu Zhu was pushed to the ground by Yang Qing, unable to move at all. He turned his head, his big and energetic eyes full of anger, pointed his mouth at Yang Qing, and spat on Yang Qing's face.

"Ah?!" Yang Qing didn't expect Fu Zhu to have such a move, so he couldn't react and stared at Fu Zhu blankly.

"Little beast, if you can, spit on another one, give it to me..."

"saliva"

Before Yang Qing could finish speaking, Fu Zhu spat on Yang Qing's face again.

He was holding a fine steel rod in his hand, holding his husband under his arm, and walked back helplessly.

The young man's four legs were tied with canes, preventing him from kicking around. His hooves were pointed upward and his head was facing back.

"Yo" Fu Zhu is only three feet tall, with snow-white hair and a short tail. His empty posture makes him uncomfortable.

"She's still a mother," Yang Qing looked down and said casually, looking a little helpless no matter what.

This one is very different from the leader he wanted to capture. This one will have to be raised for a few years before it can be used as a mount. However, it is better than nothing.

"Let's catch him in a while," Yang Qing said secretly in his heart, and then quickened his pace and rushed directly to Shuiling Peak.

If he brought it back to Hantie Mining Area, he was worried that it would be roasted and eaten by Lu Zhen and others, and a few people would inevitably make a fuss about it.

Shuiling Peak is not far from the Han Iron Mining Area and is easy to find. Yang Qing quickly arrived at the foot of Shuiling Peak with his husband and cubs under his arms.

Shuiling Peak is a tall mountain with green pines and cypresses that are evergreen all year round. Even the flowers and plants, irrigated by the rich aura of heaven and earth, are also open all year round, vying for beauty.

It is said that most of the inner disciples on Shuiling Peak are female disciples, and the number of female disciples on other inner peaks combined is not as many as on Shuiling Peak. This makes many inner disciples linger at the foot of Shuiling Peak.

When Yang Qing came to the foot of the mountain, there was an inner disciple wearing a white robe waiting outside the mountain gate. He had a dignified appearance and an extraordinary temperament, holding a bouquet of flowers and carrying spiritual fruit...

Yang Qing's gray robe was a little old, and he looked a little out of place standing with his husband under his arms.

**The inner disciples looked Yang Qing up and down, some had expressionless faces, some nodded, and some showed disdain.

"Where did you come from, kid? What are you doing here?" an inner disciple holding a green pearl hairpin said sarcastically.

"You are not overestimating your abilities! You are worthy of being a female disciple of Shui Ling Peak, and you even brought a sheep with you. Hey, I'm embarrassed to say that to you." The inner-name disciple curled his lips and said while looking at Fu Zhu's butt.

Yang Qing also came to Shuiling Peak for the first time. He didn't expect to meet so many inner disciples. He didn't argue with the inner disciple and walked towards the mountain gate.

Not wanting this incident to affect his mood, Yang Qing was still very nervous and excited when he gave Sun Xinyao something for the first time. Besides, the husband's butt looked like a sheep's at first glance, and his tail was so short.

"Senior brother, I want to find Sun Xinyao, a disciple of Guifeng." Yang Qing saluted with one hand at the mountain gate guard.

As soon as Yang Qing stepped forward, several inner disciples saw Fu Zhu's head, some with surprise on their faces, and some with hidden smiles. The disciple who just mocked Yang Qing turned around with shame on his face.

red.

Husband, although the spirit beast is not that difficult to find, he does not have the strength to capture it. Besides, cubs are even more rare!;