"Damn it! Girls from the big sect are different!"

"Tsk tsk! This figure! Oh, this twisting waist is even more amazing, it's so upturning!"

"Shake, shake! So good!"

A man dressed as a scholar was lying in the grass without any disgust, looking at a female warrior practicing swordsman not far away.

The female warrior's swordsman seemed a little awkward, and the complex sword moves required a lot of effort to complete them coherently.

It is precisely because of the awkward swordsman's swordsmanship that after some movement, the ones that should be protruding, the ones that should be protruding should be protruding should be protruding should be shaking.

"This guy... isn't it a bit low?"

Although I couldn't see the scholar's expression, Wang Zheng could tell from his excited voice that the scholar's stroking point was really...

A breeze blew by, and Wang Zheng also lay in the grass like the scholar. Looking at the scholar who was close to him, Wang Zheng said with a smile:

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

When the scholar heard this, he said without looking back: "Look at the girl, do you need to say it? Brother, look at this little white rabbit, jumping and jumping, and it almost jumped out of my heart."

However, after saying this, the scholar immediately reacted, Damn, someone? Why did he appear next to me without knowing it?

The scholar suddenly turned his head and saw Wang Zheng's smile-like expression: "Look at it together?"

"King, Wang, Wang Zheng?!"

"Do you know me?" Wang Zheng smiled and waited for the scholar's explanation. If the scholar didn't say the reason today, Wang Zheng wouldn't mind taking him to sacrifice his sword.

Looking at Wang Zheng's shiny white teeth, millions of thoughts flashed through the scholar's mind, and finally nodded at Wang Zheng with a solemn expression:

"The name of Brother Wang is naturally well-known. I heard that Brother Wang is on this Taihua Mountain, so I was careful to sneak into Mount Taihua in order to admire Brother Wang's style."

"Yes, keep talking." Wang Zheng was unmoved at all.

"After visiting me, I took the wrong path. I happened to meet this junior sister practicing sword here. When I saw the hunting, I felt that Taihua Sect's sword technique had infinite principles hidden in it. No wonder I could cultivate a stunning and stunning figure like Brother Wang."

The scholar looked serious and in a trance, he looked like a great scholar with a righteous heart between heaven and earth.

Seeing the scholar's changes, Wang Zheng was shocked. He thought he was still thick-skinned, but he didn't expect that there were such shameless people in the world!

Seeing Wang Zheng being frightened by himself, the scholar bowed his hand and got up from the grass, and patted the weeds on his body calmly:

"Brother Wang, when I saw it today, I was really a phoenix. My thoughts were fulfilled, so I went down the mountain now. Brother Wang doesn't need to send more."

As he said that, the scholar was about to leave.

But where can Wang Zheng let him go? As the breeze moved, Wang Zheng suddenly appeared in front of the scholar:

"Brother, have you seen enough that girl?"

"I've seen enough... Hum? What do you say about Brother Wang?"

The scholar followed the conversation, but he realized something was wrong as soon as he opened his mouth. But at this moment, he had already discovered solemnly that although Wang Zheng still had a smile, his breath had become as terrifying as a ferocious beast.

"What is the purpose of quietly mingling into my Taihua Mountain?"

A dark red rune appeared between Wang Zheng's forehead, forming a demonic eye in distortion, looking at the scholar coldly.

When the demon eyes were stared at, a great fear arose in the scholar's heart for no reason.

As if he was appointed, the scholar Yang Tian sighed:

"Oh, I'll die before I succeed! I thought of picking a flower from a major sect as my letter of fame, but I didn't expect it."

"Picking flowers?"

Wang Zheng's cold expression suddenly became inexplicable. Under the demonic eyes, Wang Zheng could naturally see that the scholar Yuanyang was still there, and his slut was so low that he could not be any lower.

Are you sure, can you pick flowers at your level? You can look satisfied when you peek at others practicing swords. If you really take off your pants, you will have to go in seconds before you enter?

For a moment, Wang Zheng had just had a murderous intention, but was actually broken by a scholar's words...

"Yuan Yang is still there."

Wang Zheng thought about it and finally had a sentence of the facts to express his meaning.

Obviously, the scholar understood the meaning of this sentence. As soon as Wang Zheng finished speaking, the scholar's face turned red in an instant, and he tried hard to defend himself:

"What's wrong with Yuanyang still there! Ideal! Do you understand Ideal? You can't just look down on me just because I am a newcomer!"

The more the scholar defended, the more murderous intent in Wang Zheng became weaker. Until the end, seeing the scholar's strong look, Wang Zheng finally couldn't help laughing out loud:

"Brother, you are so funny, do your master or family know about it?"

"I know! My teacher said, be loyal to your ideals! The most precious thing in the world is to linger in the flowers and silt without staining.

And in my opinion, if you want to linger in the flowers, it has nothing to do with whether I am Yuanyang or not. The most important thing is to have a heart that is a flower-picking thief! This is my way!

By the way, you said the sentence "It's not stained by the mud, but it's what my teacher means."

The scholar tried hard to defend himself, and when he was a flower-picking thief, his expression was extremely sacred, as if he had regarded this as his lifelong goal.

When he talked about his teacher, his face even showed a sense of pride as a fellow man.

Thinking of his teacher, the next moment, the scholar's face showed a look of annoyance and said to himself:

"I have never heard of Wen Dao who needs to maintain the body of Yuanyang, and I don't know what evil Wen Dao method the old man taught me."

When Wang Zheng heard this, his expression moved slightly. He listened to the scholar's rise to the height of the flower-picking thief to the level of Tao, and the literary method in his words made him unable to help but have a thought, but he himself couldn't explain what that thought was.

However, this did not prevent Wang Zheng from completely letting go of his murderous intent to this scholar. After all, because of his nature and martial arts, in Wang Zheng's opinion, he would probably have to enjoy his mouth and enjoy his eyes in his whole life.

Of course, the possibility of a scholar lying is not ruled out. However, under Wang Zheng's devil's eyes, he did find that his literary aura was strange. Unlike the righteousness of ordinary literary aura, his literary aura was in the devil's eyes. In addition to a masculinity that hits his face, he also had endless desires entangled on it.

This cannot be faked.

Seeing the scholar's handsome face, which was different from Nangong Tiezhu, Wang Zheng's eyes suddenly turned.

Nangong Tiezhu's vulgarity is the kind of vulgar laughing at home while watching movies, but he looks honest outside.

As for this scholar, he was an old driver who drove a car with a disagreement. He was still an old driver who knew all kinds of elegant skills but had never touched the steering wheel.

Such an image coincides with an important supporting role in Wang Zheng's heart.

As Wang Zheng kept looking at the scholar, he felt that the scholar looked familiar and couldn't help but ask:
Chapter completed!