Xu Shijun's eyes were too focused, and Rong Li, who had cultivated his spiritual power, was even more sensitive, and soon noticed the other party's eyes that were so gentle that they could drip water.

The young man was stunned for a moment, his movements were slight, his heart was beating a little fast, and he continued to move and wave his arms to play the next trick.

The gentleman on the recliner is light, the lip flap is curved like the moon, and the ink fan is fanning from moment to moment, so comfortable.

After about two cups of tea, Rong Li withdrew his fists and feet, stood like a pine, and looked at the person in the chair with a little dodge in his eyes: "The boxing method has been finished, is there anything wrong?" ”

Jun got up slightly, elbowed his knees, supported his chin, and said lazily: "Well, there is something wrong." ”

The young man instantly became nervous, and the roots of his ears turned red inexplicably, and the sunlight sprinkled on it added a bit of clarity.

"If the apprentice makes a mistake, the master will naturally correct it." She stood up, folded the folding fan, and placed it on the chaise longue, her crimson robe moving in the wind, and it was strange and cool.

Slowly walked to Rong Li's side step by step, clasped the young man's arms, and breathed lightly: "As a teacher, I will guide you." ”

Obviously a normal sentence, the young man heard the ambiguous taste.

His face flushed unconsciously red.

"Focus, here we go." Jun lightly led the young man's arms and practiced the boxing method in the book.

Under the towering ancient trees, one red and one black, the figures are intertwined, complementing each other.

At that time, the sun was faint, the years were quiet, peaceful and peaceful, and this place was like being out of the mortal dust, and it was not disturbed.

However, Rong Li's heart was not so peaceful, the person behind him breathed and fluttered in his ears, his cochlea was numb, and his heartbeat was like a wild horse, constantly speeding up, and he turned his head a little uncomfortably.

Jun's light lips were red, slightly hooked, and followed, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the corners of his lips gently rubbed the pinna of the young man's ear, and the breath was like a gossamer.

The young man's ears shook almost incomprehensibly, and he instantly flushed, and a thin layer of red appeared on his porcelain white face.

"Heh..."Jun laughed softly, like a fine jade jingle colliding. I got a little closer to the boy and kept moving.

Rong Li's heart was suddenly confused, his feet did not listen to the command, and he let the other party drive him.

Jun Qing took the young man to fight the boxing technique he didn't know how many times, but Rong Li, who had a chaotic head, didn't notice it until the sunset, and the cool breeze rose everywhere, blowing the two of them with ink hair entangled...

The Great Demon King finally stopped his movements: "That's all for today. ”

The young man was in a trance, his face was flushed, and he stood firm and lowered his eyes: "Yes." ”

"Let's go." Jun picked up the ink fan lightly, and with a "bang", the fan surface was opened, the sleeves were lightly swayed, and he was handsome and handsome, with chic eyebrows

Rong Li hurriedly turned his head, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and followed him.

The two of them were halfway through the journey, and suddenly saw a disciple of Xuanyi coming in a hurry.

After saluting, he said respectfully: "Sect Master, there is news from the Yunxiao Sect. ”

At this point, he was silent and looked at Jun Qing.

"Nothing." Jun glanced at Rong Li and spoke lightly.

The disciple put his mind at ease, and then said, "The Yunxiao Sect has gathered the capable people of the continent and decided to attack the Xuanming Sect in five days. ”

"yes, got it." Her face didn't show any panic: "You go down." ”

The disciple secretly glanced at Jun Qing: "Yes." ”

After the person left, the young man had no shame on his face, and turned his eyebrows slightly frowned, and a trace of worry rose strangely in his heart.

Jun Qing's consciousness swept behind him, his lips pulled slightly, and he continued to walk forward.