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The voices of the disciples in front of the sect gradually became weaker, and then someone chuckled.

A group of Taoist nuns came together, smiling happily.

"You guys, have you ever thought that if you can be valued by Senior Sister Yang, is that man named Zhao really so unbearable?"

"It should be somewhat extraordinary."

"Senior Sister Yang is usually so cold and cold. There may be something extraordinary about the man she likes, but that's all."

"In my opinion, among the men in the world, I am afraid that only Zhang Xiaoguo, the Taoist disciple of Tianzong, is worthy of Senior Sister Yang. When Zhang Xiaoguo came to worship the mountain at the beginning of the year, Feng Shen Yulang was really cool and elegant. It is a pity that Tianzong Taoism is ruthless..."

"What if the man named Zhao is also an unparalleled handsome man?"

"Oh, there are so many men in the world. How many young men are unparalleled in the world? They don't practice Taoism, and their bodies are filled with the smoky air of the world of mortals. How clear, clear and elegant can they be?"

"But I do expect that the man surnamed Zhao will be the one who comes to pay homage to the mountain this time. You know that Senior Sister Yang has been imprisoned because of him. If he doesn't come, huh, I will go down the mountain and chop him with a sword."

"If there is love and righteousness, even if you are not worthy of Senior Sister Yang, you will not be too disappointed..."

"..."

The female Taoist nuns were chirping. Compared to the generally sour sarcasm from the male disciples, they were somewhat looking forward to seeing the man surnamed Zhao mentioned by the saint.

However, they also understand in their hearts that it is almost impossible to be worthy of a saint.

Many of them have pretty faces, but when facing Yang Miaozhen, they really feel a little ashamed of themselves and feel frustrated from within.

"What is love and justice? I think they are false people who have deceived the saint in some way." A voice came from far away. The disciples gathered in front of the sect lowered their voices quickly. Listening to the voice, they knew who it was.

The Holy Son Liu Jicang.

Liu Jicang's name was given by the third elder, which means saving the world's common people.

And Liu Jicang was also the apprentice of the third elder. It was the third elder who was pushing for the marriage between the saint son and the saint girl.

Liu Jicang wears a yellow and black Taoist robe, has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, slightly thin lips, and wears a Pisces crown connected from head to tail.

He walked step by step with a cold look on his face, and his disciples took the initiative to make way for him.

In his heart, he had long regarded the stunning Yang Miaozhen as a forbidden love, and would not allow other men to get involved, so he asked his master to arrange the matter.

Unexpectedly, Yang Miaozhen was a little ignorant. She rejected him many times and even brought out a man named Zhao to prevaricate him in public.

This feeling of being rejected over and over again in public made Liu Jicang feel particularly humiliated. In his opinion, this man named Zhao was nothing more than a fabrication made by Yang Miaozhen to reject him. Even if he existed, could he compare with himself?

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His martial arts cultivation level of Liu Jicang is close to the middle stage of a master, and his talent is extremely talented. Apart from Zhang Xiaoguo, the Taoist disciple of Tianzong, is there anyone in Daxia who is more talented than him?

Not only is his martial arts cultivation strong, but he is also familiar with many Taoist techniques of the Renzong. He is standing on the mountain and down the mountain. Why can the man named Zhao at the foot of the mountain compare with him?

Regardless of martial arts or Taoism, he is full of knowledge and handsome, and he is the holy son of the Taoist sect. Even if he is the heir of a martial arts family, he may not be as noble as him.

He and Yang Miaozhen grew up together in the sect. How could He De, a man named Zhao, come to interfere with his forbidden love?

Liu Jicang's eyes were gloomy, looking down at the mist under the steps.

You really deserve to die. If you really came here before climbing the mountain, even if the elders disagree, I will crush you to ashes. What kind of identity do you have that you dare to compete with me, Liu Jicang?

Liu Jicang put his hands behind his back. As soon as he spoke out as the holy son of the sect, the other disciples did not dare to say anything. Only a few female disciples who were usually close friends with Yang Miaozhen were a little unhappy and dissatisfied.
Chapter completed!