Pulled by this kid, Meng Xiang soon joined the crowd.

This kid is covered in corpse mud that smells worse than, and it is so convenient that the people around him will automatically retreat and make way as soon as they smell it.

Coming to the crowd smoothly, Ah Chou took out the so-called Tongxian grass from his arms, and trembled with excitement like Parkinson's.

This fairy grass, Meng Xiang finally saw what it looked like...

A plant with nine leaves, a total of nine leaves, a total of nine colors per leaf, the leaves are flat and slender, if you look closely... Wait, isn't this just a dyed leek?

Oh, I thought the Purple Xuanmen was so compelling... You're going to be able to be an outer disciple with leeks, kid, are you sure this isn't some strange pyramid scheme?

However, leeks are leeks, and Meng Xiang can still feel the difference.

This thing contains some elemental spiritual power... To put it simply, it is the cultivation version of leeks, which can play a laxative role for newcomers, and if it is used for alchemy, it is more suitable for refining some things that break through the shackles of the early stage of cultivation.

It's just that Meng Xiang found some problems.

Compared with other people's Tongxian grass, Ah Ugly's aura is obviously several grades worse.

The Tongxian grass in people's hands is full of spiritual power, and the leaf veins are clear. It's like a moldy pickle, not to mention the aura... This thing is fed to pigs, and pigs with mouths don't have to eat it.

This thing, whoever wants it is stupid [beep].

Looking at the appearance of this kid looking at the few disciples of the Zixuanmen who were slow, flying for more than ten minutes and not coming down, and posing for more than ten minutes, Meng Xiang imagined what the scene would be if he was withdrawn...

He's probably going to cry.

Meng Xiang couldn't help but feel a little compassionate.

Hey, this kid and I finally have a fate, let's help him, anyway, it doesn't hurt.

Holding his chest, his fingers in the dark moved slightly, Meng Xiang silently shot a true yuan from his fingertips, and slammed it on the Tongxian grass impartially, and the Tongxian grass suddenly seemed to climax, and slowly the leaf veins stretched up.

Saying...

Meng Xiang looked up at the disciples of the Purple Xuanmen who were still flying around in the sky, and they were the disciples of the Purple Xuanmen who did not come down.

Those few Zixuanmen people in the sky, you guys [beep] have you been flying for an hour and still haven't come down? How many of you are flies?

Meng Xiang, who was impatient, shook his legs while waiting, and the bluestone slabs on the soles of his feet were stomped into it like the floor tiles of the Shaolin Temple practice room.

Finally, after two hours of long waiting, until the sun set, these guys who didn't know whether they were actors or cultivators finally floated down slowly.

The apprentices who were waiting at the scene burst into extremely excited cheers, and only the impatient Meng Xiang was rolling his eyes.

Coming down were four maidservants in the shape of maidservants, dressed like fairies, cultivating as... That's it, and he stood respectfully on both sides of the stone steps.

"Hey, hey, look, the big guy is down!"

"Oh, I heard that this enrollment is in charge of the second disciple Zhao Tianqiao and the chief disciple Ling Yueyue, but I didn't expect it to be true. ”

"I heard that Ling Yueyue is a beauty that is rare to see in a hundred years, this time she has a blessing in her eyes. ”

Listening to the discussions of the callees around him, Meng Xiangfeng dug his nose lightly.

Whether it's the world's first beauty or the first plum meat, as long as you are efficient, you can say anything...

"Brother Meng, look, they can fly! They can fly! That's a real master. Ah Chou also grabbed Meng Xiang's sleeve excitedly and jumped up.

"Okay, okay, I know, let it go!" Meng Xiang, who was a little clean, slapped away his dirty paws a little impatiently, and used [dust removal] again to ensure that his clothes were as clean as new.

The first to come down was a young man with a frosty face, thunderous eyes, and full of righteousness, and he should be the second disciple Zhao Tianqiao.

"A bunch of waste. Zhao Tianqiao put away his flying sword, swept everyone with contempt in his cold eyes, without any expression, and retreated with a low mutter, giving way to the first beauty in the sky.

Maybe this sentence was so soft that no one could hear it, but Meng Xiang heard it clearly.

This Zhao Tianqiao had a straight face in Meng Xiang's eyes, as if everyone here had privately swallowed his first-class two-color ball lottery ticket.

Meng Xiang didn't make a sound, he let his dick go.

Immediately after falling was a woman in white, and as she landed, the scene became quiet, staring at her with a pair of hot eyes.

Wearing a snow-colored long skirt, not stained with any dust, a lock of hair, like sprinkled black sand hanging on Yingying's waist, its eyes are vast, its face is like snow, and the thin lips are like light yarn, clear and moist.

The feminine beauty is released like fireworks in her gestures, and the heroism between the eyebrows is not the slightest weakness, it is really so flawless, so beautiful that it does not eat the fireworks of the world.

This woman is the chief disciple of the Purple Xuanmen in the mouth of the crowd, Ling Yueyue.

"Brother Meng, look, she's so beautiful!"

At the same time as Ling Yueyue came down, the ugly next to him couldn't help but pull his sleeves, and the kid's two eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, staring at the beautiful woman in front of him who was captivating the country and drooling.

"Brother Meng, how nice it would be for me to marry such a beautiful wife. Ah Chou said with emotion, but his eyes refused to take away from Ling Yueyue at all.

Well, generally people who have this idea can't get this kind of beauty as a wife.

However, looking at the vast Ling Yueyue of the immortal waves, Meng Xiang couldn't help but blow a hooligan whistle.

Can you not be tempted by such a peerless beauty in front of you? Who is not tempted?

As the saying goes, if a man doesn't [beep], he deserves to be struck by lightning, and a man is not romantic, and he grows two balls in vain.

Picking up girls, being stallions, and opening a harem have always been the traditional virtues of traversers.

But those stinky dicks next to me who are yelling like hormones, just the virtue of you being loaded when you see a beautiful Italian cannon, you can soak the chick until the hell!

So, how can you get a chick?

Meng Xiang couldn't help but feel childlike, and he thought in his heart that he wanted to play a big wave.

According to the regular routine, I should first join the sect, and then make all kinds of waves in front of her, such as repelling the same sect that has thoughts about her, and finally encounter any crisis, what cave did the two run into on a rainy day, and then after some confession and wind and rain, from then on she secretly promised my upper body, and the lower half of my body lingered......

This kind of routine is too old-fashioned! Lao Tzu is about to vomit when he sees it, how can he play this kind of garbage routine?!

According to Newton's fifth law, how to write in a novel, in reality, you have to do the opposite!

The stinky dicks around,I'm here to teach you what the real pickle girl routine is.,Look at it.,I'm going to start pretending to be forced again!

Meng Xiang's shoehorn face hooked a smile that he thought was very charming, and then...

Syllable.

With a snap of his fingers, Meng Xiang didn't stop doing anything, waved his finger at Ling Yueyue, threw a wink at the side, and shouted loudly in front of everyone.

"Beauty, be my girlfriend. ”

This unexpected scene made the scene instantly silent, and everyone looked at Meng Xiang blankly.

When Ling Yueyue, who had just come down, heard this, the whole person was as stunned as the female character of the Time Stop series, and her heroic eyes reflected a deep sense of surprise.

Everyone present didn't expect that at this time, someone would dare to confess to the first beauty of Zixuanmen in front of the public.

"Brother Meng, you... Are you crazy?" even Ah Chou was stunned, and pulled Meng Xiang's sleeve again and again.

"Go away, little kid knows what. Meng Xiang gently pushed Ah Chou away with his knee.

Next, she would have been shy to reject me, but she had already made a secret promise to my courage.

I haven't found a suitable girlfriend in the fairy world for more than a hundred years, and now I can finally ...

"Hmm..." However, at this time, Ling Yueyue snorted, and her delicate body trembled.

Meng Xiang was shocked, there was a reaction, could it be that she was wet?

Followed by...

"Vomit vomit vomit !!"

In the face of Meng Xiang's confession, Ling Yueyue, a peerless beauty, covered her stomach on the spot and vomited profusely...

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