Understanding Fluffy Talk, I Became the Number One Beast Tamer

Nan Ran, an overworked professional, finally got a chance for a vacation, but while touring Huangshan, she missed her footing and fell into a ravine. When she woke up again, she had become Nan Ran,...

Chapter 357: Meow can fly! Whoosh!

Chapter 357: Meow can fly! Whoosh!

"Junior sister?"

Bai Yao was very dissatisfied after hearing this: "I wonder when this fellow Taoist entered the inner sect."

He actually called her senior sister "junior sister"?

You know, his senior sister joined the Beast Taming Sect very early and became a disciple of the master.

In particular, the Meng family behind Senior Sister is the top family in the Ten Thousand Beasts Continent.

His status in the Beast Taming Sect could not be lower.

"I'm Xinli..." The man reported the time when he entered the sect and became a formal inner disciple.

His tone was full of arrogance.

I don't think there is anything wrong with calling Meng Duanyue "Junior Sister".

Meng Duanyue was a woman, so even if she joined the sect earlier than him, what difference would it make? If she really encountered danger, wouldn't she still have to rely on men like them for protection?

Otherwise, with those few fancy moves they learned, what could they possibly withstand?

"Then this fellow Daoist has called me the wrong name. My senior sister entered the sect much earlier than you. According to the time, you should call my senior sister "senior sister"!"

Bai Yao snorted coldly: "Even if you don't know when my senior sister initiated into the sect, you should still address her as fellow Daoist instead of calling her by random names without knowing the order!"

"This will make you seem very ignorant of etiquette, and make people wonder if you don't have a good relationship with your master."

"You!" The man was scolded and felt very embarrassed, but when he thought that the other party was Elder Jiarong's disciple, who was tall and strong and looked difficult to bully, he swallowed his anger and said a few words reluctantly, which could be regarded as an apology.

Meng Duanyue smiled and said it was okay, downplaying the little unpleasantness without making too much of a fuss about it.

He also glared at his junior fellow apprentice who was about to continue arguing with others.

"Time is limited. Don't let trivial matters delay us. Otherwise, you will miss the time and make the brothers in the special training team wait for a long time."

The others thought it made sense, so after a few polite words of persuasion, they prepared to set off.

only--

Flying with a sword really stumped Nan Ran, who knew nothing about it.

"Good disciple, can you, a sword-controlling person, lead others?"

Nan Ran was a little worried.

Others have already set off one after another.

Feng Yang shook his head in embarrassment: "Of course I can control the sword normally, but I need to have a high enough grasp of the sword-controlling technique."

He is a slow learner, and the only reason he has been able to stay in the inner sect until now is due to his hard work.

However, for the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect, sword control is not a frequently used technique, and there is no special assessment.

It is equivalent to an elective course, which does not even require an exam.

So he didn't practice that seriously.

Naturally, he didn't master it very well. It was barely enough for him to fly on his own, but if he brought someone with him, he was afraid that his master would be thrown from the sky to the ground.

"Master, I will practice diligently when I return!" Feng Yang promised with a guilty conscience.

but--

What now?

Meng Duanyue came over and was about to invite Nanran to ride on the sword with her, when the flaming lion roared and ran out of the pet space, shook its fur and stretched its muscles.

Then, it wagged its tail excitedly, walked up to Nanran, and rubbed its head against his. It looked incredibly cute.

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[Master, meow will take you flying! Meow can fly! Whoosh!]

Nan Ran: ...

She hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

There is really no other way.

And as for that flying sword, she felt that if she stood on it, she would most likely get dizzy and afraid of heights.

It’s better to lie on the big cat’s back.