Probably knowing that no male can resist his beauty, Bai Surou rubbed his master's shoulders while holding apricot eyes at Yang Qing, who was standing less than three feet away from him, and said with a delicate smile. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Master, you also know that Senior Brother hasn't dealt with anyone for a long time, and this new guest who doesn't come, Senior Brother can't help it. A slap doesn't make a sound, and I think Sect Master Yang's disciples must also have the intention of competing. ”

Yang Qingpestle was next to these two masters and apprentices, and suddenly heard the long legs pulling him in, and he couldn't laugh or cry a little, so he made a small joke at her, "I'm afraid my disciple can't help himself!"

Wu Xiu challenged Wu Xiu very simply, as long as he said, 'I don't think your kung fu is good', anyone who hears such a provocation will probably blush and have a thick neck, and what strength gap will be directly left behind.

The charm of this sentence is a bit like any man who hears the evaluation given to him by others, 'don't lift his body', he will be angry and want to kill the rumor-monger.

Bai Surou wrinkled her little nose like a white onion, pursed her lips and said, "Your disciple is not injured, you are so stingy!"

"Okay, why do you keep mentioning this little thing", Wang Bende disrupted the open and secret battle between Yang Qing and the second disciple, patted Yang Qing on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, nephew, let's talk about it later, it's really unorthodox to talk outside." “

Yang Qing continued to follow the old master into the tent to chat, and he hadn't been familiar with people for a long time.

Bai Surou didn't follow up, she stood in place and looked at Yang Qing's disappearing figure, and smiled lightly, "I want to see how capable you are to be the master of a sect?"

Shen Wenqing didn't know when he came over and asked this junior sister who was a little overdeveloped, "How is that kid's strength?"

Bai Surou shook her head solemnly, "I can't tell the level of the exercises from the outside, but the unparalleled momentum in my eyes is extraordinary, not easy." “

"What is the strength of the martial artist with a scar on his face who fought with you, why didn't he lose without seeing you do it?"

Shen Wenqing spat on the ground with a 'bah', and said sarcastically, "I don't know how the Chaoge Academy Palace teaches disciples, and the enemies of Yihe are not counted."

"Oh, is it?" Bai Surou pondered, this excessively young sect master's strength must be strong, and it can be seen from the look in his eyes.

Even if a person has boundless martial arts, he may not be able to have that kind of calm, joyless and angerless, but at the same time mixed with a breathtaking gaze.

But once a martial artist can have this kind of look, he must have experienced countless times of swords, blood, and the edge of life and death, and his strength is the best embodiment of strength.

A person's cultivation can be hidden, but the momentum emanating from his eyes is invisible. Because the eyes are the windows of the soul, if you want to see through a person, you only need to look at his eyes.

Yang Qing chatted with this talkative Wang Sect Master until the sun was about to set, and the whole sky was dark, so he withdrew from the old man's tent without getting enough of it.

In the process of chatting with Old Man Wang, I also learned that they were also participating in the Six Academies Martial Arts held by the Flying Dragon Mansion, but unlike Yang Qing who had gone through the form and played soy sauce in the past, Old Sect Master Wang almost led the entire elite of Luoyang Academy.

He did this for nothing more than anything else, just to compete for the high and low, and to fight for the merits, the Luoyang School Palace is different from the Chaoge School Palace.

The cultivators in it are endless, and Master Wang, as the sect master, doesn't need to talk about it. His eldest disciple and second disciple realm have reached the 'potential' level, and their cultivation has reached the strength of transformation.

The two disciples' divine martial arts are extraordinary, so that no matter how much Wang Bende is afraid of the Flying Dragon Mansion, now he is a shotgun for a cannon, not afraid that you will come hard, but afraid that you will not dare.

Yang Qing smashed his mouth and didn't say much, except for envy or envy, when was the master of the transformation realm so worthless, he could touch it anywhere.

However, there was one sentence that he had never dared to say to this old sect master who was on the rise, and the disciples of the Flying Dragon Mansion were also so powerful that they were boundless.

Not to mention secretly, the two disciples on the face of the light name, a white-clothed divine sword, are also cultivating with strength, and they are sword cultivators, one of the top ten famous swords, and they are not more powerful than your martial arts cultivators.

Since the Flying Dragon Mansion can kill such a genius disciple as soon as he says so, how can he not have a more powerful trump card in his hand.

And looking at the situation of the senior sister, it must have been taught by the Xiqi School Palace of the Flying Dragon Mansion, and the ten famous swords that people gave to the peerless treasures, and taught the exercises that were regarded as treasures, and if you want to say that the senior sister has nothing to do with the Flying Dragon Mansion, fools don't believe it.

Yang Qing knew the strength of the senior sister, and she turned her strength into a phase-level realm, and with the giant sword that slammed into a mess, let alone fighting against it, she didn't even have the courage to look at it.

If it weren't for the fact that the Flying Dragon Mansion had detained the senior sister and given Yang Qing a hundred dares, he wouldn't have dared to go to this female devil's bad luck, it was too fierce.

Yang Qing occasionally repeats everything that happened during the finals of the Eagle Club in his dreams at night, not that he remembers it deeply, but that he is afraid.

Being kicked around like a ball, completely unable to resist, can you not be afraid?

"Fortunately, now that I have body moves, I can't beat and run past the total!" Yang Qing was sometimes comforting himself.

When Yang Qing got out of the tent, the stars in the sky covered the entire silent sky with a layer of pearl curtains, and the mountains and rivers were empty.

Tall cypress trees grew on both sides of the road, engulfing the entire campfire camp, leaving behind countless gloom and dark shadows.

It was late at night, and the travelers who had been tired from a long day had gone into their tents, and the bonfires that had been flying into the air were getting smaller and smaller, and the men and women around them were gradually thinning, except for one or two lonely people sitting on the stone piers staring at the 'crackling' flames.

Yang Qing walked into his camp quickly, and their camp was in the northeast of the disciples of the Luoyang Academy, in a very small northeast corner.

"Sect Master Yang, please stop."

A graceful crisp female voice stopped Yang Qing, he turned around and looked at the other party, it was Bai Surou, the second disciple of the old sect master, looking at the beauty under the lamp, the more beautiful the three points, the roaring bonfire added a grace and haze to the long legs.

Yang Qing didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the other party's gourd, and when this person was silent, "I don't know what the white girl is looking for?"

Although Yang Qing said so, what he thought in his heart must be that it must be no good thing. It is impossible for the other party to come over in the middle of the night to talk to him about love, and he still has an understanding of his appearance and temperament.

Bai Surou answered the question, walked to Yang Qing's side, and looked at him curiously with bright eyes, "Sect Master Yang is not practicing martial arts that have been passed down from generation to generation in the Chaoge Academy, right?

"Oh" Yang Qing's eyes widened, and he wondered in disbelief, this fire-breathing Yanma still has the ability to read people.

"What do you say?" Yang Qing raised her eyebrows, usually she.

Yang Qing's current height is about one blade eighty-five, although the other party is a woman, but her height is not ordinary, and Wei'an must be more than one blade eight, in terms of height, they are equal exchanges.

Bai Surou tied a ponytail, shook her head and looked forward to it, and the supple ponytail was also swaying up and down, left and right, which evoked Yang Qing's most beautiful touch.

In his junior high school, he was very wild, and he dared to be interested in anything naughty and mischievous, except for beauty. When he was in the first year of junior high school, his tablemate was a girl with a very tall and physical body.

Poor Yang Qing's body has not developed at the beginning, the girl has developed relatively early and has a genetic advantage, she is a head taller than Yang Qing, and the female table is also one of the biggest people in the class, and she is also the sports committee member of the class.

As for why Yang Qing was able to sit with this committee member, the answer is very simple. Yang Qing's heart was not enough to study, his grades were a mess, and the head teacher at the beginning fortunately transferred him to the back, and he didn't look at it as quiet.

And his female tablemate, although her grades are worse, but she is too tall.

The hairstyle of the lesbian table is also the simplest ponytail, it seems that the standard hairstyle of girls in school is ponytail, if suddenly a female classmate has her hair done and dyed and permed, almost everyone classifies her as a 'slut' type.

Of course, these are not the point, the point is that since Yang Qing and the lesbian table sat together, it was a small fight in three days and a big fight in five days, of course, the result of the battle was that Yang Qing had countless small red dots on his arms, and a lot of books were torn up, so he didn't even want to sit at the school gate to collect the rags.

Maybe the feelings are always inadvertent, maybe it's the noise between each other, maybe it's the tacit understanding of each other when reading English, maybe it's the countless eye contacts.

The voice and appearance of this fierce lesbian table were deeply imprinted in the mind of Yang Qing, who was young and unknown, the problem was that he didn't know that this was like at the time, and he thought that the other party was his enemy and could never forget it.

The lesbian table was the same as Yang Qing, and she fell in love with each other. may be annoyed that the other party is very slow as a man, but one day during class, Yang Qing suddenly felt that his left hand was touched.

At first he didn't care, but then the skin touched more and more frequently, and finally it was tightly clasped by the palm of his hand.

Yang Qing really wanted to experience the feeling again, shy, blushing, paralyzed, intoxicated, his whole head was dizzy, he could even hear the heartbeat, and the teacher on the podium couldn't hear a word.

Yang Qing saw the lesbian table quietly move a piece of white paper over the 38th line and to his table, and only a few words were written on the white and pure paper without any other strokes, "I like you, do you like me?"