God-Level Choice

Aren't we non-straight disciples going to hit the wall and commit suicide?"

"It's not that easy to serve apprentices." The pouting girl.

Xiao Yan rolled their eyes and didn't bother to say much.

The treatment of first-hand disciples is not as good as Xun Tianxia. There is a big difference between them, although not so much in terms of rights.

Lu Feng can be a direct disciple, and the mind he cultivated is far better than those who patrol the world. The most important thing is the mind.

Not others can practice, only apprentices can practice.

Disciples can only practice basic methods, which are far less subtle than Tiandao Palace.

Unless a great feat is performed, the original method is expected to be passed on.

A famous teacher is a good student, a sharp mind will improve one's understanding and cultivation of martial arts

With such high martial arts and knowledge, they will be able to benefit endlessly and save countless detours and insights. 753

Two girls in a honey pot, still complaining, making people angry and not wanting to live.

I was really happy to see them being beaten, and I wished I could have a good cry.

"Miss Xiaoyan, please welcome my fairy, come with me!" The handsome young man walked out of the palace and said in awe.

Xiao Yan clasped her fists and followed behind him.

"Brother Song, what should we do?" The two women asked hurriedly.

"What should you do?" the handsome young man gave.

The woman said puzzledly: "Is there really no report?"

"Nonsense!" The handsome boy waved his hand: "Don't make trouble here, go back (cjcc)!"

He smiled at Xiao Yan and continued walking.

Xiao Yan smiled at the two women and followed him down the hall.

The two girls watched them disappear down the hall, stamping their feet, desperate to catch up. "Oh..." The two women looked at each other's eyes and could always turn around and leave.

When this handsome young man walked into the hall, Xiaoyan saw Chu Fenghong in the middle of the hall caressing the white cat

The hall is filled with a faint fragrance, refreshing.

Chu Fenghong is as white as snow, and the white cat has a perfect figure. The white cat lay on her towering chest, squinting, and fell asleep lazily.

Chu Fenghong sat on the low sofa, elegant and dignified, caressing the cat and looking at her.

"Qin girl." Xiao Yan clasped her fists in salute.

"Don't bother." Chu Fenghong said lightly, "What's wrong with Chu Feng?"

"The son thanked the girl for the secret and let me send it back."

"Has he seen it?"

"Yes."

"It seems to be remembered." Chu Fenghong nodded with satisfaction: "I know."

"Yes." Xiaoyan put the jade box aside, clasped her fists in salute, and exited the hall.

She knew Chu Fenghong's temperament. She is clean and tidy. She doesn't like bullshit, not even bullshit.

The handsome young man sent her outside the palace.

"When are you going out, let me know and report to Fairy." The handsome young man whispered.

Xiao Yan frowned awkwardly.

This is a big fear. You cannot disclose information at will, otherwise you will be suspected of being a traitor, which is absolutely not allowed. "The fairy has something to do with him." The handsome young man said, "Can't I go and see it every day?"

"I will ask my son, let him decide." Xiaoyan said.

"Okay, let's go. Go." The handsome young man nodded.

Xiaoyan returned to the courtyard and reported the incident to Chu Fengfeng, including two first-class disciples.

Chu Feng didn't care about his hands, immersed in the secret army.

Fingering has been lingering in my mind, colliding with each other, inspiring his inspiration, and the understanding of God's finger is getting deeper and deeper. .