"Oh, my nephew fell in love with that girl, and he was willing to use up a sword quota." The master of Wanhua Peak said with a sweet smile.

Chen Changqing looked calm and looked at Lin Yaoyao condescendingly.

He just wanted to see Lin Yaoyao kneeling in front of him.

"Junior sister doesn't care about cultivation. She just wants to travel around, fish, and cook every day. She has made up her mind." Lin Yaoyao calmly refused, her beautiful face full of calmness.

She knew that once she went to Jianfeng now, she would be in constant trouble.

When the time comes, I will probably serve Chen Changqing tea and water. Thinking about it makes me sick...

As for the little sword god, if you give her a few months to practice, she can suppress it with just a raise of her hand!

"Are you not giving me face?" Chen Changqing's face became embarrassed.

Since he started cultivating, who has disobeyed him?

Today, a young disciple dared to reject him repeatedly in front of the peak masters?

Chen Changqing was about to have a seizure when a lazy voice suddenly came from outside the square.

"Master Nephew Chen, why are you robbing me of Xiaoyao Peak's disciples?"

I saw a young man in white clothes, with a pale face and a somewhat frivolous step, walking slowly with a colorful "pheasant" in his hand.

Hey, I'm so tired. Killing a little phoenix almost exhausted me to death.
Chapter completed!