Just after tying it, a man's voice came from outside: "Bafeng, let's go!"

Wen Jing dragged the spirit-gathering beast and kicked it hard into the secret cellar in the garden.

"Bafeng? Gone!" The man outside waited for a long time but saw no one, so he walked into the garden leisurely, "Bafeng! Have you eaten enough?"

Wu Ying looked around, but did not see the golden little beast, only a young man standing in front of him.

The boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, thin and strong, with a handsome face. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and although he was a little nervous, his eyes were cold and determined.

Wu Ying frowned and asked, "Did you see Eight Winds?"

Wen Jing nodded, "I saw it, and I caught it."

Wu Ying sneered, "Just you? Caught it?"

Wen Jing looked at him coldly and sneered, "Believe it or not."

Wu Ying frowned half-doubtfully and shouted "Eight Winds" several times, but got no response. He asked with a sullen face, "What did you do to it?"

"It's not dead yet, but I can kill it."

Wu Ying has raised this spirit-gathering beast for several years, just waiting to use the spiritual energy it gathers to build a foundation. What if it is killed by someone? A ball of spiritual energy gathered in his palm, emitting a faint white light, and threatened: "Give me back the Eight Winds!"

Wen Jing screamed and fled: "How many spiritual herbs did your spirit beast eat from us! Pay me back first!"

Wu Ying sent out a stream of spiritual energy, hitting Wen Jing's feet and instantly shattering a stone.

"Give me back the Eight Winds!"

"Pay me back! A total of 212 spiritual stones! If you pay me back, I will give you the Eight Winds!"

Wu Ying said angrily: "I just won't pay you back!"

Wen Jing thought to himself: This rogue, poor ghost, I'm afraid he doesn't even have 20 spiritual stones. He doesn't have money to buy spiritual herbs, so he bullies us. I've never seen such a shameless person.

With a "bang", Wen Jing fell to the ground with a sharp pain in his shoulder.

Wu Ying came up to him angrily: "Where is Ba Feng?"

Wen Jing covered his shoulder coldly: "If you have the guts, go find it yourself."

Wu Ying searched the garden anxiously, but there was no trace of the spirit-gathering beast anywhere: "You won't tell me, right? If you don't, I'll burn your garden!"

With a "whoosh", the dry grass on the ground caught fire.

Wen Jing was a little scared: if the garden was burned, what would the people of Huishi Peak eat in the winter? But if he was weak now, Wu Ying would definitely eat them in the future.

He made up his mind: "Go ahead and burn it, it's better to burn this vegetable garden and burn me to death. Not only will you never get the Soul Gathering Beast again, you will also be charged with burning Huishi Peak and killing your fellow disciples!"

Wu Ying stared at him with a sullen face. The fire spread rapidly, almost climbing up to the storage room.

At this moment, a strong wind came roaring and flew into the garden. A sudden rain fell from the sky, extinguishing the fire at lightning speed. A dark gray figure landed beside the two of them and said coldly: "Who set the fire?"

The man was tall and looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. His outline was like a knife carving, and his brows were raised coldly.

When Wen Jing first entered the peak, Liu Qianmo took him to meet the brothers. He said quickly: "Second Senior Brother, this Wu Ying is going to set fire to our vegetable garden!"

The gray-clothed man was furious, and he didn't allow Wu Ying to argue, and slashed him with a palm.

"Ah——"

Wu Ying screamed and fell to the ground, his face was pale, and the bone in his shoulder was broken.

"Second Senior Brother He Ling is a mutated wind spirit root. He has a cold temper and can't stand listening to nonsense. If he meets someone he doesn't like, he will beat him up. He has caused countless troubles for Huishi Peak. Liu Qianmo learned from his mistakes and asked him to practice in seclusion and not to meddle in other people's business."