Xuanhuang muttered secretly: Comparing the young master of Tianfang Martial Arts School with someone else's alchemy master, the superiority and inferiority can be clearly distinguished. It is like comparing a piece of dog shit with exquisite food. There is naturally no comparison.
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A burst of laughter brought the wandering Huang back to his senses. Only then did he realize that so many pairs of eyes were looking at him, and the young master of the Tianfang Martial Arts School had a shit-green face and an extremely ugly expression.
Wuji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You, you...you just keep mumbling, and you talk so loudly."
Xuanhuang sweated a lot. Could it be that everyone knew what he said just now?
"Little brother, your description is quite appropriate." Robert laughed.
The face of the young master of Tianfang Martial Arts School turned green. He glared at Xuanhuang and shouted angrily, "You little bastard, what did you say? If you have the guts, tell me again!"
Xuanhuang honestly repeated what he had just said.
The childish and naive look shocked everyone, and once again made everyone stagger with laughter.
"You! You really dare to say that??"
"Didn't you ask me to repeat it?" Xuanhuang looked at the angry young master with an expression that said something was wrong with him.
The young master had a seizure. A golden bag was suddenly pushed into his arms, and Murong Bai's slightly cold voice sounded faintly, "Get out."
Everyone who was laughing was stunned for a moment, and the voices paused for half a second, and then started laughing again.
Compared with Murong Bai's unkindness, Zeng Shou is obviously much more tactful.
He cupped his hands in front of the dark-faced young master and said, "Thank you for your hard work, young master. Unfortunately, the one you found is not Yun Ginseng. Please come back. I hope we can work together again next time if we have a chance."
With a few words from Zeng Shou, this farce could have been successfully ended and the young master could have come down the stairs, but who knew that someone was not very sensible.
"Hahahaha!" Xuanhuang held his belly and laughed loudly, resounding throughout the empty space.
The corner of Wuji's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, this girl is so cute. When others laughed, she put on a serious baby face, but the laughter of others stopped, and she laughed so hard for you. So a group of people just
The suppressed laughter burst out again...
It was hard for the sullen young host to pretend that he hadn't heard that hateful laughter.
He was originally the domineering young master of the Tianfang Martial Arts School. Today, he has been ridiculed so many times that he can count on one hand. How many times has he suffered such humiliation? All this resentment burst out.
Finally, almost at the same moment, he fell headlong towards Xuanhuang.
The broad knife in his hand slashed hard at Xuanhuang's head.
Xuanhuang was about to face him head-on, but suddenly the alarm bells in her heart rang loudly, and the subtle sounds of her five senses touched the keen chord in her heart. She didn't have time to turn back, and relied on her intuition to quickly jump to the side to avoid the sharp claw.
The few strands of black silk that fell on the cheeks were swept up by the breeze and dissipated instantly.
Glancing sideways, she saw a mountain civet covered in spots, about half the height of an adult, staring at her with fierce eyes.
The sound of tiny metal wires that was almost inaudible in the wind made Xuanhuang's body suddenly tense up.
"Be careful! It's a demonic beast with a master controlled by humans!!..." As soon as Wuji finished his words, he saw the lynx's eyes dazzling red, a howl that pierced the sky, and its whole body bounced up sharply, fiercely.