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"Where the poor birds don't shit, go to dry hair, and keep it for yourself?"

The bottom line of the old way is still quite clear. There is no disciple in the martial arts. Besides, why should he take care of him if he grows a ghost?

"Next stop, Misty Peak"!

"Master, what ... the misty peak ... Can you go to Soul Valley without going?"

The old man touched his nose, a little embarrassed, and the main reason was that he was a little blushed.

Feng Chen turned around at this time, looking at the old road, holding his hands, he was interested "give me a reason not to go."

"So what, that what ... Piao Miao Peak is all female disciples. We haven't gone well. Besides, Piao Miao Peak has nothing to do, so isn't it delaying us?" Lao Dao's eyes turned sharply, and regardless of the age of 37 or 21, he just found an excuse to block the dust.

"Go and talk"! Feng Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed the old way, and one of the statures disappeared again. If it was not for the spirits and potions, Feng Chen would not dare to waste the real element like this at will. He has performed it several times in a row. A bit overwhelmed.

"It's kind of fun"!

Feng Chen and the two flashed to the misty peak. In addition to aura richer than Wuxuanmen and Chaotianmen, there was a simple and rough way to block the eyes.

Based on Feng Chen's understanding of the formation method, the right hand directly containing the power to infuse Zhenyuan waved, and the mountain door was revealed. At the same time, the blind-eye method still existed independently and did not excite the disciples of Misty Peak.

If the head of Mimo Peak knows that the proud mountain guarding team was broken by Feng Chen's understatement, I don't know what she thinks.

"Lao Dao, let's talk about what's going on. Don't use any female disciples and those reasons to fool your master, I still don't know the little Jiu Jiu in your heart." Feng Chen gave the old Dao a glance, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Master, what's that, I mean nothing. The head of Piao Miaofeng is a bit of friendship, a little embarrassed. You think about it, a martial arts school full of female disciples, the two of us, the grandfathers, are patronizing others, so there is always something wrong with it." Lao Da looked at Feng Chen's ridiculous eyes in shock.

"Well, it's so foolish. I don't think it's that simple. Even if the misty peaks are all women, I think Bacheng has your old lover in it." Feng Chen grinned, thinking that there might be an old lover in it. Fun is fun.

When Feng Chen said it, it jumped up like a dog's tail was stomped on his face, and his face flushed as if he had been pumped by others. "I'm going, master, you can't talk nonsense. I'm too old. Here, where's the old lover. "

Feng Chen laughed. Basically, it was almost inseparable from ten. This may really have a veteran old lover. Since she is her apprentice's lover, since she is here today, you must go and patronize it.

"Fan Hui, Fan Hui, you can't blame the old man. My master can't help it. I have to come and patronize you. Hey, you admit it, you have sinned!" Lao Dao had folded his hands in his heart, and worshiped silently for a few weeks.

They no longer say much, and quickly came to the planting site of Lingcao. In the previous spiritual knowledge, Feng Chen found that there were more Lingcao peaks than other major schools.

Sure enough, when I came to see it, it was really a worthwhile trip. Looking at the spirit grass everywhere, Feng Chen really wanted to laugh and laugh out loud.

"Master, shall we take all of this? Don't leave a little left for others"?

Lao Da first looked around, and then Fang Bidi ran to Feng Chen, with a hint of plea in his tone.

"Since you have spoken, how can you feel sorry for the teacher, just leave those immature, take all the others."

After speaking, I no longer pay attention to the old way, holding my hands as before, like the law, for half an hour, looking at the grass and dust in the bag and satisfied, can his mother be dissatisfied? In total, there are not many misty peaks, but this is a great gain.

"Well, there is still something in the ancient martial arts world?" Feng Chen was surprised, "Old man, you go outside and wait for me, I will come in a while."

"Master, you ..."? The old man didn't understand at this time. In fact, his heart was even more tense. What was his master's ability, he couldn't be clear anymore. I was afraid that the master would go to Fan Hui for trouble, so I was worried in my heart, even though I still refused Fan Hui now. Thirty years have passed, and Lao Dao has not married Fan Hui nor has she been married, so the two have been consuming.

"Relax, you won't go to your old lover, just go get something, wait for me outside, don't be found, I won't come to save you then." After Feng Chen finished speaking, a few flashes disappeared.

What Feng Chen found was the satin weave that was only made in the realm of refining. Although the satin weave was very common, it could be encountered in the rare aura of China. It was naturally surprising and I couldn't let it go. Make a bracelet for Fan Ruoxi.

"I rub it, don't I, I can meet this mother-in-law"!

The sound of crackling water, remembered in Feng Chen's ears, this sound was too much for Feng Chen.

It turned out that it was Chen Ruolin, a disciple of Misty Peak, who had just taken a bath and took a bath, and Feng Chen had met his good fortune in eight lifetimes. Not to mention that Chen Ruolin had just taken a shower so late. Some other disciples rarely came. This was, after all, the place where the next head lived, and there were female disciples in the misty peak, so Feng Chen picked up a cheap one.

Looking through the window, I saw that the structure of the empty room is very simple. There is no bed or table that can block the line of sight.

A young and graceful woman stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, her perfect figure was revealed in front of Feng Chen. She was plump and tall, with fair complexion, a smooth jade neck, a smooth back, and two shoulder blades protruding slightly. A soft back line in the center of the back extends downwards until it is round and plump.

Feng Chen's heavy breathing sound became louder and louder, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hands, for fear that his own breathing sound was too loud for Chen Ruolin to discover. Now he can't walk even if he wants to walk, and feels that his legs are no longer controlled by the brain. Maybe it's because of the irritation to leave.

"His mother, I just came to pick up a broken stone. God, are you doing this to me, can I stop it?" Feng Chen bewildered.

"Girl, sin, sin, when his mother, Lao Tzu has this hobby" Feng Chen folded his hands in his heart, a bit of contempt for himself, but his eyes never left from Chen Ruolin, staring hard.

The two **** of the buttocks * bulge an exaggerated arc. Because the cockles * buttocks are too full, the buttocks are tightly squeezed together, appearing extremely thin, extremely deep, and extremely attractive.

Feng * 's buttocks are white as jade, charming in color, extremely soft, blown and broken, and can reflect the light of fluorescent lamps, appearing very smooth, making people have an urge to feel the silky feel at a glance.

Beneath Feng * 's buttocks are a pair of slender legs that are tightly tied together. There is no gap between the two * legs, but Fengye has no trace of fat, which is strong and unique.