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The snow peaks tremble, and the canyon flows.

The thatched house is buried in the night, and the sound of cheers resounds in the thatched house.

The stream outside the house is rustling, and the waves inside the house are swaying and swaying.

Yang Miaozhen and Zhao Wujiang sat opposite each other, sitting between Zhao Wujiang's legs and waist, and their slender legs were seductive and soul-stirring on Zhao Wujiang's waist.

She was like a waterfall and her hair was scattered, her body was slightly tilted back, her slender hands were hugging Zhao Wujiang's neck, her pretty and beautiful cheeks were blushing, her voice was soft but she was a consistent coldness:

"They must have made things difficult for you today, right?"

Today, the great elder Zhao Wujiang brought the valley to the bottom of the valley, and did not talk about the details of Zhao Wujiang climbing. He only said that if Zhao Wujiang wanted to make a Taoist vow with the Saint of Renzong, he needed the third level of the road pass.

If Yang Miaozhen is not a saint, then Zhao Wujiang would not have to go through the third level of Taoism.

Then the elder left, leaving the two alone. At first, they were silent and spoke for a while, but soon after they spoke, they became hot and hugged each other.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head with a smile, indicating that there was no.

Yang Miaozhen's beautiful eyes trembled. She knew that Zhao Wujiang must have been embarrassed by everyone, but Zhao Wujiang was gentle and generous.

Her jade arms are getting tighter and tighter, her cheeks are close to Zhao Wujiang's cheeks, and she inadvertently rubbed Zhao Wujiang's chest. She scratched Zhao Wujiang's cheek with a slight nose, exhaling like orchid, and her voice is both rigid and glutinous:

"Although Liu Jicang's Taoist skills are not as good as me, his martial arts cultivation is better than me. If he makes things difficult for you, you don't have to deliberately conceal it for me.

Just tell me, I'll take action for you."

She was telling Zhao Wujiang that no one is allowed to bully her, Yang Miaozhen's man.

"His master has also taken action, what should I do?" Zhao Wujiang's sword-brows were frivolous, and the two of them hugged each other. He rubbed Yang Miaozhen's lips, but he didn't kiss him, intentionally teasing him.

Yang Miaozhen frowned:

"Are you injured?"

"I'm not injured, didn't you know the best just now?" Zhao Wujiang smiled gently.

The beautiful girl called Yang Miaozhen had a little anger on her cheeks. Just now, Zhao Wujiang's jade dragon was pumping water. She was so powerful that she never stopped for a long time. She was so brave that she looked like she was injured at all?

"Has been saved by other elders?" The girl bit her red lips with silver teeth, her eyebrows were thin and angry. She was angry that Zhao Wujiang would not tell her earlier, but also angry that the third elder and Liu Jicang made things difficult for Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head with a smile:

"None of them are my opponents."

"Hmph." The girl with delicate curves without a short wisp was angry:

"I can only show off my strength. I don't know what kind of cultivation you have?

Like me, I have just become a master shortly after I am just starting to become a master. How could I be the opponent of a master like the Third Elder?”

"I'm like this..." Zhao Wujiang's martial arts cultivation dispersed, and the thatched house was filled with a powerful aura. He smiled softly and reached out to grab it, grasping Feng Yue, which was difficult to grasp with one hand, and relaxed

Slow kneading:

"The three elders were trembling with one palm."

Yang Miaozhen was embarrassed and annoyed at first, but when the powerful martial arts energy dispersed, her heart was overturned and she looked at Zhao Wujiang in disbelief.

She couldn't believe that Zhao Wujiang, who had entered the Grandmaster realm with her, had achieved the cultivation of a Grandmaster in just these short periods, which was too shocking.

Her mind was trembling, and a touch of heat rose in her body.

Before she could speak again, Zhao Wujiang sat down with her tender waist.

"Well..." Yang Miaozhen's delicate body trembled and groaned. She was so embarrassed that she pinched her fists and wanted to hit her.

But Zhao Wujiang confronted him again, and her delicate body was numb, and she was immediately soft and weak. The punch that he hit lightly hit Zhao Wujiang's cheek, like a tender man brushing his face.

In Zhao Wujiang's wrists, the girl was grabbed by her wrists and her delicate body fell backwards, but she did not fall on the bed, and was in the middle of falling down.

The next moment, the girl trembled and frowned in shame.
Chapter completed!