Houtian Spiritual Treasures Can Be Refined Too?

"Se ct Master Lu, don't be like this. People will see us and gossip."

"Ha! Do you think this Sect Master is afraid of that? Look where we are. Who dares spread rumors? I'll kill them!"

The grass rustled and swayed. A white-furred little fox carrying an apple in its mouth passed by, then stopped, its little head following the movement of the grass.

Driven by curiosity, the little fox poked its head into the grass.

Before its eyes appeared Cangqian Mountain's second scourge, the second young master of Qingqiu Palace. He held a long sword and waved it back and forth before the neck of a beautiful female cultivator, attempting villainy in broad daylight.

The little fox whimpered twice, tucked its tail between its legs, and fled in panic, abandoning the apple that had fallen to the ground.

It had barely run a few steps when the apple flew out of the grass, arced through the air, and struck the little fox squarely on the head.

After a few foxish whimpers, the little fox picked up the apple and ran.

"Doesn't look very bright."

"Indeed, she isn't very bright."

"Heh, I was talking about you. Even that beast just now had more brains than you."

"If you have the guts, say that in front of Fox Two..."

Boom!

Lu Bei withdrew his fist and blew on it irritably. The mentally ill had broad lines of thought, while the brainless big sister had few troubles. He had never met the former—it was probably the thick-headed Fox Three, who was short on nothing except sense. The latter was definitely Zhu Xiushi.

Perhaps Tu Yuan counted too.

Lu Bei wasn't particularly opposed to the two big-busted, brainless big sisters, especially Zhu Xiushi. He had suffered enough disdain at Jing Shang Palace and