Li Zhao was not alone, after all the disciples of the Purple Thunder Sect left, he was still followed by a man and a woman, the male was the same age as Li Zhao, and the realm was the same, but he was relatively taciturn, with an indifferent expression of a bystander.

The woman is as delicate as a flower, she is a young woman with good looks and figure, and she has the realm of the middle of the Qi refining period.

This woman, in Liu Lu's eyes, the only fly in the ointment is that she often shows a high-minded and arrogant expression.

At this time, it was because of his unfriendly words that the woman directly spoke ill of her.

"Phew, ugly, disgusting!"

Liu Lu touched his face, with a scar on his face, it was indeed ......

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