Chenxi, climbed out of bed, glanced at the quaint jade pendant that did not react on his neck, and Jun Qianluo pushed the door out. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Squinted, routinely looked around, then carefully closed the door, leisurely along the bluestone path, and walked slowly towards the backyard.

There are two rows of green bamboos planted next to the bluestone path, and a unique fresh breath is blowing in the face, which makes people feel shocked.

Turning a small road, I heard a girl's laughter, but it came from another path.

Disturbed by the quiet atmosphere, Jun Qianluo frowned slightly, his eyes moved to the voice, looking at the group of girls who came laughing.

Surrounded by several beautiful girls, a girl with a somewhat charming appearance is pursing her lips and smiling, revealing a charming style on her face, the girl is wearing a red brocade robe, a small ring collar surrounds the delicate neck, the concave and convex smooth lines are close to the charming body, the towering twin peaks on the chest are highlighted, and the split hem slightly exposes two white and slender legs, looming, making several young girls beside her feel inferior.

Glancing indifferently at this beautiful girl who used to be called senior brother by her side, a touch of sarcasm flashed on Jun Qianluo's immature face, and she shook her head lightly, and withdrew her gaze without hesitation.

Walking to the end of the road, Ling Yuemei's seductive laughter suddenly weakened, and she saw the young man not far away...

The sun rising from the east bathed the boy, especially the back of his head, whose face was clearly defined and particularly charming.

A pair of eyes that were a little seductive, staring at the young man who was getting closer and closer, looking at the shallow arc on his face that couldn't tell whether it was a mockery or a smile in the past, Ling Yuemei suddenly felt a little inexplicably in a trance...

In the three months ten years ago, the corners of this young man's mouth often hung with this somewhat intoxicating arc.

Looking at the young man who was walking slowly, Ling Yuemei and the others all stopped, and the sound of laughter gradually weakened.

Several handsome girls beside Ling Yuemei looked at this person known as waste wood with wide eyes, the expressions on their faces were indescribably sympathetic or regretful.

Ling Yuemei stood on the spot, a little entangled in her heart, in her heart, she actually wanted to talk to this young man who had admired when she first entered the sect, but the reality was that the gap between the two was getting bigger and bigger, and it was obviously a little unwise to put her mind on a waste person.

The curved willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and then stretched out, Ling Yuemei secretly said helplessly in her heart: "Let's say hello, no matter what, I can be regarded as my senior brother." ”

Not knowing what was going on in Ling Yuemei's heart, Jun Qianluo put her arms on the back of her head and walked over lazily.

Looking at Jun Qianluo, who was close at hand, Ling Yuemei's pretty face was about to show a smile, but the young man's actions made the smile that had not yet fully emerged freeze on his face, and it looked a little funny.

With his arms resting on the back of his head, Jun Qianluo walked straight past several girls without squinting, without showing the slightest nostalgia.

Looking at the young man's back with her ruddy mouth slightly open, Ling Yuemei was a little stunned, with her appearance, when had she been treated like this? An inexplicable anger swelled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but shout: "Senior Brother Jun Qianluo." ”

After a slight pause, Jun Qianluo did not turn around, and his tone was faint, like a conversation between strangers: "Something?" ”

The bland and unfamiliar tone made Ling Yuemei stagnate, and she shook her head suddenly: "No..."

Jun Qianluo raised his eyebrows lightly, didn't bother to pay attention to it, shook his head, and continued to walk forward.

Looking at the back that disappeared at the end of the path, Ling Yuemei stomped her little foot with some indignation, and then followed the young man up the road.

Turning a corner, Jun Qianluo looked up at the spacious room in front of him, and on the plaque in the room, there were three blood-red characters of the three dragons flying and phoenix dancing in the martial arts hall.

Listening to the shouting sound coming from the martial arts hall, Jun Qianluo was a little surprised, there are usually few people here on weekdays, why is it so lively today?

Shrugging his shoulders, Jun Qianluo just casually turned his mind, threw it over, and stepped into the Yanwu Hall.

As soon as he entered the martial arts hall, the cheers and cheers of the boys and girls were rolling.

In the martial arts hall, it is divided into two parts, the east part is the place where the sect's exercises are stored, and the west part is a training ground of considerable scale.

"Looking at the concentration of vitality in Senior Brother Qiu Ruoming's shot, I'm afraid there is already a late stage of the Martial Arts Realm, right?"

"Hehe, two months ago, Senior Brother Qiu Ruoming had already advanced to the late stage of the Martial Arts Realm."

"Although he has the late stage of the Martial Spirit Realm, Senior Sister Lingxi is in the early stage of the Martial Spirit Realm, it seems that Senior Brother Qiu Ruoming wants to win, there is really no possibility."

"Senior Sister Lingxi, come on!"

Listening to the astonishment from the crowd, Jun Qianluo's footsteps stopped, his eyes scanned around the training ground, and finally stopped with interest on the beautiful girl in the white dress.

"Why didn't this girl go to practice today, and she actually had the leisure to compete with others?" With a muttering in his heart, Jun Qian stopped on the east side of the lobby, casually pulled over a bronze scroll on the shelf next to him, and then slowly spread it out, and after spreading out the scroll, a few quaint characters appeared on the back.

Yellow: Flaming Palm!

Leaning leisurely on the bookshelf, Jun Qianluo read the cultivation method of this Flame Palm, and occasionally glanced at the fierce training ground.

The spacious lobby seems to be divided into two worlds, the west side is constantly noisy, and the east side is quiet and peaceful.

Lingxi's opponent was also a teenager, but his age should be around eighteen or nineteen, and his appearance was quite handsome, not much different from the Fang Lancheng he saw that day.

The young man's name is Qiu Ruoming, he is the grandson of the Great Elder, and his cultivation talent is also good, he is only eighteen years old, and he has cultivated to the late stage of the Martial Arts Realm.

Jun Qianluo doesn't have much impression of this senior brother, and when they meet occasionally, they leave unfamiliarly, this senior brother, maybe because of the decadence he has shown, so, he hasn't made a special trip to trouble himself in the past ten years...

With a faint smile, Jun Qianluo shook off the memories in his mind and continued to study the flaming palm in his hand.

On the training ground, Lingxi was like a white butterfly, gracefully and agilely dodging Qiu Ruoming's swift attack, and his delicate and elegant face always maintained the blandness of the ancient well.

The little hand was a little bored to block a close attack from Qiu Ruoming, Lingxi's eyes casually turned around the lobby, and after a while, he suddenly paused violently.

Looking at the young man who was leaning on the bookshelf in the east of the lobby, Lingxi's indifferent face showed a beautiful and soft shallow smile.

In the girl's short-lived elegant smile, the young people who were watching nearby were all stunned.

"Sister Lingxi, be careful!" Just as Lingxi was slightly distracted, the eagerness of the young man suddenly came from the crowd.

Feeling the fierce momentum behind him, Lingxi raised his eyebrows slightly, but his gaze swept to the young man under the bookshelf again.

At the same time, Jun Qianluo also raised his head, looking at Lingxi, who was suddenly attacked in the field, frowned, and shook his head helplessly, with a vague worry in his eyes.

Looking at the anger and worry between Jun Qianluo's eyebrows, Lingxi playfully blinked her beautiful big eyes, and her figure suddenly took a small horizontal step to the left, but this step was a strange move that attacked Qiu Ruoming, and avoided it impartially...

When the feet were moving, Lingxi's delicate little hands like jade gushed out a faint white light, like a falling flower and a shallow smile, through the blockade of Qiu Ruoming's palms, and finally fell lightly on Qiu Ruoming's chest.

With a tap of his toes on the bluestone floor, Lingxi's graceful figure rotated in a circle, dissolving the force of the pushback, and indifferently looked at Qiu Ruoming, who had taken more than a dozen steps back and stepped out of the training ground with the last foot.

Looking at Lingxi, who defeated Qiu Ruoming with one palm, there was a slight silence around the training ground, and immediately a burst of admiration and cheers.

"Hehe, Senior Sister Lingxi is worthy of being the first person of the younger generation in the sect, and she is really getting stronger and stronger." was knocked off the stage by Lingxi, but Qiu Ruoming still had a warm smile on his face, stepped forward, smiled and said softly.

Looking carefully at the woman in front of her who was like a fairy descending to earth, the admiration in Qiu Ruoming's eyes was almost difficult to hide.

Qiu Ruoming knew that among the sects, Senior Brother Long Yan had always admired Senior Sister Lingxi in a high-profile manner, and his admiration was no exception, but he was one of the few people in the sect who could compete with Long Yan.

As if he didn't feel Qiu Ruoming's fiery gaze, Lingxi shook his head politely but unfamiliarly, and said softly: "Senior Brother Qiu Ruoming is humble. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Qiu Ruoming to continue to close, he walked towards the young man buried in the scroll in the east of the lobby with a light smile.

As the focus of the gathering in the lobby, Lingxi's actions were naturally noticed by everyone, and a pair of eyes followed Lingxi's route, and finally stopped at the young man under the bookshelf.

For the hot, cannibalistic, stunned gaze of the training ground, the young man was still immersed in his own world.

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