Chu Yu's age can be guessed by her appearance by anyone with a discerning eye.

It's just that the word 'female doll' is like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, directly knocking down the three people present.

"Brother Mo, what do you mean by this?" Mo Lao Weng is actually half a year older than Jiang Buli, and Jiang Buli has always respected him as Big Brother.

Mo Laoweng held a cigarette gun in one hand, "baha" and "baha", with one hand attached to his back, he walked in slowly, looking for a place to sit down.

"Don't leave~ As a brother, I have always urged you to fight for a lifetime, you see that you have been beating singles for hundreds of years, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, and the disciples who hurt you also follow you to fight singles. Let's not call this the second entrance, just change the name to 'Second Monk Temple'~" Mo Laoweng didn't answer Jiang Buli's words in a hurry, and chatted with him.

Jiang Buli was blushed by him.

In recent years, he has avoided Mo Laoweng.

Because every time they meet, Mo Laoweng is like his parents reappearing, talking about marriage in his ears every day.

Although he looks only middle-aged, he is really old enough to be the ancestor of many little girls, how can he do anything to little girls? !

Especially in recent years, as he has grown older, his cultivation has become higher and higher, and Jiang Buli has become more and more reluctant to mention the men and women in his life.

"Ahem~ The disciples are here, what are you talking about, big brother!" Mo Lao Weng was old and couldn't stand the noise, Jiang Buli didn't dare to lose his temper with him, so he had to cough to hide his embarrassment.

Mo Lao Weng didn't care about him, and said to himself, "A large group of monks have never eaten pork, they have never seen a pig run, so they naturally can't recognize the original appearance of the pig, Chu Yu is a female doll, and at your age, you don't have any eyesight."

If Chu Yu knew that he was compared to a pig today, he would have to cry to death.......

Girl Doll ......

Girl Doll ......

Girl Doll ......

Important things need to be said three times.

Chen Lang's mind kept echoing Mo Laoweng's words just now.

The little junior brother is actually a female doll!

The little junior brother is actually the little junior sister!

He actually started with a girl, no matter how he cultivated, but in the end he lost.......

Chen Lang, who was still indignant and wanted to fight again, was like a frosted eggplant, and suddenly became angry~

He really didn't have the face, and he went to give a war letter to a twelve-year-old female doll.

"Moreover, Chen Lang is indeed not her opponent", Mo Laoweng's words were once again like a shocking bomb, knocking everyone out.

Don't talk about Chen Lang this time, even Jiang Buli began to be unconvinced, and reasoned with him, "Big brother, I know you admire Chu Yu's kid, no, it's a little girl, but you can't just grow other people's ambition to extinguish your own prestige, Chen Lang's cultivation is not a little higher than him!"

Mo Laoweng glanced at him in disgust, Chen Langguang has long cultivation, not long brains, he must have followed this stupid brother!

What kind of master is it, what kind of apprentice is taught.

"Chu Yu can't absorb spiritual power and transform it into sword qi, don't leave, you know better than me. But despite this, with her brainpower and her courage not to admit defeat, she will also win", Mo Laoweng paused, spit out a smoke ring, cocked Erlang's legs, and continued, "What's more, she has the fire in her hand that can devour the ten different fires, do you think that if Chen Lang is her mortal enemy today, just by burning the fire, Chen Lang will still have his life left?"

What kind of fire is it?!

Jiang Buli doesn't read much, he doesn't have a wide range of knowledge, and he can't think of anything in his mind that is above the top ten different fires, and what kind of fire it is.