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"Oh, what is this what Wen Qing said! Can she study this thing, is she not great enough?"

"Wen Qing's request is too high. If I change to me, there is such a student disciple, I can wake up at night!"

"Look at your students, and then look at my family. With such a contrast, my gangsters are really not a thing at all, not comparable, not comparable!"

"This is what she really is smart. If it is a weapon to attack defense, which one can't cultivate?" But it is the unique talent and ability that is such a versatile instrument!"

The public can pick up two openings, one by one, sour and envious, and complimented.

Wen Qing’s ancestors were exaggerated on the face, but they shook their heads modestly and humbly: “This girl is too small and too small. When everyone is not so praised, praise!”

Everyone knows that she is deliberately pretending to be modest, but what about it?

Kneeling.

Who is the disciple of others, that is so great!

Eyes red? You are also looking for such a clever apprentice.

What if I can't find a red eye?

Disciples went back to their own beat, Who they are so stupid!

"That said, who is your disciple, has she gone to this secret? Let us see you soon."

Everyone laughs, but the mind is calculating, it is not a matter of people who are in the city. In fact, there are still ways to grab people.

For example, they can propose what to marry, oh...

What kind of talent is this age? If you can make this bracelet, the refining talents will be extraordinary, no matter what the cost, it is worth it!

There are also some intentions in the heart of the dusty spirit. Anyway, as long as it is not white, anyone can do it -

Wen Qing’s Yuanzu smiled and smiled at them. “You want to know who it is? It’s not difficult. You haven’t seen her before. It’s just that she has entered the secret, so I will contact her.”

The dust spirit looked at Wen Qing’s ancestors and seemed to be a mocking look. Suddenly, there was a tremor in his heart, and the uneasy feelings that could not be described in his heart. A horrible conjecture swirled back and forth in his mind.

He looked up in a panic and looked at the light mirror. He saw a picture and a figure appeared.

"Teacher, are you looking for me?"

The man did not wear a mask, calmly smiled and stood in the thick fog, holding a small grass in his hand, and slender fingers fiddled with its leaves, seemingly checking the veins of the grass.

Wen Qing Yuanzu hurriedly said: "Why didn't you wear the thing that blocked the poisonous gas? I don't believe you didn't find the fog is poisonous. What are you doing?"

The red dress girl smiled calmly and said: "Teacher, don't worry, I deliberately want to see how toxic the poison is."

Her face, more and more clear in the mirror, Emei Qiong noodles, facial features, smiles.

Dust spirit looked straight into her face, only felt a burst of blood rushed to the top of his head, blinking and retreating, leaving only his ears squeaky, his face cold and white!

How, how is it really -

is her!

It is white!

In just fifteen years, I rushed from the foundation to the genius of the middle of the Tang Dynasty, and studied the refining genius of the communication book to make Zong Tianxia’s sacred door vibrate, and it is still the person who now hones the Ujin bracelet of the artifact alone...

It turned out to be white? !

The dusty spirit felt a catastrophe in a flash, and he wanted to faint.

Other Zongmen can also know the things of Bailu and Ziwei Tiangong. At this time, they saw the pain and smiled. The gloating sorrow and sorrowful dust, almost saw his remorseful intestines.

Hahahaha, you have to face before you refuse to bow, now regret it!