Youth's Cultivation

In the sound of discussion, time flies. A quarter of an hour later, the legendary Mongolian genius hasn't come yet. When people speculate whether the genius can't come because he is closed to the critical moment, the crowd is in a commotion!

"Coming, coming..."

"It's really the murderer back!"

...

In the sky, two figures came in the air. In front of them was a weak scholar, dressed in a blue long shirt, with slightly raised corners of his mouth and beautiful facial features. Although he could not reach the realm of butter Xiaosheng, he was also beautiful.

However, Meng Yuhua, who was arrogant before, followed him respectfully and dared not go beyond one step.

"Old man Yun, you didn't inform me of such a lively scene in advance. Do you want the Yuehua snow in your yard? I'll take it to make tea later!" The weak scholar came to Meng Qingyun and opened his mouth surprisingly.

However, Meng Qingyun, who turned into a God, was not angry and looked frightened. He pointed to the weak scholar and shouted, "little rabbit, if you dare to take my Yuehua snow away again, be careful that your ass blooms!"

"Cut, old man, find out who this young master is. It's not a matter of minutes to turn God. Many people have reached the realm of turning God. It's not certain who will be beaten, but for the sake of your age, just give me the Yuehua flying snow to make tea. It's OK today!" The weak scholar smiled at Meng Qingyun.

"What's the matter today?" The fog at the end of the blue cloud!

"Today, my young master just had a feeling and was about to turn his mind into form. As a result, you asked someone to call me. Do you think it's a matter?"

"Are you serious? Meng Yuhua, how did I tell you... "Meng Qingyun was startled, because if a person's mind turns into form, he won't know when next time. Although Meng Tian is a genius, genius can't turn into form at any time.

Meng Yuhua just wanted to explain, but he felt Meng Tian's seeming eyes. The younger generation was cold for a while and could only lower his head. He had to carry the pot without carrying it!

However, Meng Yuhua's appearance and mature Meng Qingyun can't see what's going on. However, thinking of the ability of this little ancestor, Meng Yuhua immediately chose to forget. Anyway, he hid Yuehua's flying snow tightly enough. He can't find it. Moreover, if the little ancestor didn't turn God, he would return to Jinwu island for safety. At other times, You can't even find anyone.

Uh... This guy? No mistake? What is the intention of killing sword? Wang Xiaohu thinks that Meng Yuhua is definitely the wrong person. This guy must be the rescuer moved by the monkey!

And Siqi and others looked at Wang Xiaohu.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wang Xiaohu looked silly.

"Don't you think it's the same as you?" Si Qibai glanced at him!

"How is that possible? Am I that kind of person? I'm much more handsome than that little white face! " Wang Xiaohu quickly refuted.

"Hehe, I think you have a thicker face!" Huoer said with a smile.

...

"Cough, Montaigne, we'll talk about our housework later. Now others bully us at the door of Montaigne's house. You have to take care of this!" Meng Qingyun quickly turned off the topic at this time.

Montaigne glanced at the sword that had just opened his eyes on the challenge arena. Two beating blood flames flashed through his eyes, but they just flashed away.

"Not bad, but what's the meaning of letting me bully a Yuanying on the ninth floor!" Montaigne said with a lack of interest. To say self-confidence, he is no less than a sword.