Chapter 442 (1/2)

After burning the sky, he winked at elder Wei.

Elder Wei nodded and went up to elder Xuan with a smile. ”I've always been in charge here, elder Xuan. This time, I'll do it.”

Elder Xuan glared at elder Wei, waved his sleeve and retreated. He didn't pay attention to it at all. In the final analysis, Yan Qingyang was just a novice monk.

Xuanning pulls Yan Qingyang forward. In the middle of the hall in front of him, there stands a strange monster. Yan Qingyang has seen it in both the burning heaven hall and the burning night hall. The most striking thing is a pair of purple eyes and two golden horns.

The monster should be carved from a special stone, about one person tall, holding it comfortably.

”This is the statue of Jinjiao Ziyan, the demon beast of the Warcraft family!” Xuanning couldn't help looking at the statue and whispered, ”it's said that it was the mount of the ancient devil, but now there is no trace of it in the floating cloud world...”

Xuanning helped Yan Qingyang step by step to the front of Jinjiao Ziyan beast, pushed her forward, and said, ”hold the two horns of Jinjiao Ziyan beast in your hands, and try to use the blood sucking magic skill!”

Yan Qingyang's heart was pounding. She stood in front of the Golden Horn purple Yan beast and refused to stretch out her hand.

During this period, she practiced blood sucking demons too fast, and the audience said that they practiced very, very slowly. Her training speed was almost against the sky. Xuanning also said that she might be a descendant of the demons.

She didn't believe it at first, but then she became more and more frightened and almost believed it.

What should she do if she is really a descendant of the demons? Maybe it will spread to yunhuazong. What will Shifu think? What does Wuwei Laozu think? What do the disciples of Yunhua sect think? She didn't dare to think about it any more.

Her face slowly became more and more ugly.

”Yingjiang!” Xuanning frowned, called softly and said, ”hurry up, eh, your face is so bad. Don't worry. The Golden Horn Ziyan beast is just a statue and won't hurt you!”

”Ha ha, it seems that this girl is timid!” Elder Wei, who is standing on one side, smiles and brushes his sleeve over Yan Qingyang. Yan Qingyang only feels a pain in her fingertips. In full view of the public, she is full of worry and doesn't care. She just frowns and clenches her fist.

Xuanning is impatient and pushes Yan Qingyang to Ziyan beast with his hand.

Yan Qingyang's hands touched it, and she pulled back like an electric shock.

If I'm a descendant of the demons, what can I do? This sentence kept ringing in her mind, and her thoughts were churning.

”What's the matter with her? Hurry up Elder Xuan drank impatiently.

Huotian sat beside him with a smile on his face.