At dawn, Yang Zimei opened the door and was about to go out for a run to dissipate the excess energy in her body, but she saw a few people standing at the door.
She recognized at a glance that the man standing between the two beautiful twin sisters was Meng Tianxiao, and next to him was the living dead named Qingyun.
Did you come to your door so quickly?
She raised her eyebrows and opened the sky directly to look at Meng Tianxiao.[
Meng Tianxiao was also looking at her.
He has been so many years old and has traveled all over the world, but he has never seen a girl so full of spirit.
Her skin was like jade, with a faint gleam, like an elf coming out of a painting.
The most important thing is that she still exudes the fragrance of virginity.
Such a girl is so suitable for picking up yin and replenishing yang!
"Master Yang Zimei?" Meng Tianxiao was the first to speak.
"Hmm. I wonder what you are doing standing in front of my house?" Yang Zimei asked lightly.
"I, Meng Tianxiao, am also a physiognomist. I heard that you have great magic power, and I want to challenge you." Meng Tianxiao said straight to the point.
Yang Zimei raised his lips and smiled, "How to fight?"
"I set up the formation, you break it! If you can break it, I lose, and life or death is at your disposal." Meng Tianxiao said.
"What if I lose?" Yang Zi's eyes narrowed. Meng Tianxiao was indeed very cunning. He knew that he had Mo Xie in his hands, so he avoided a frontal battle and chose a formation.
Since ancient times, formations have always been better for those with higher cultivation levels.
He must have thought that he was younger and not as good as him, so he resorted to this unfair fighting method.
How shameless!
"If you lose, you can bring your general Mo Xie to me and be my apprentice." Meng Tianxiao smiled with a hint of lewdness.
On the surface, it seems that Yang Zimei did not lose. He lost, but he just became his apprentice.
In fact, his plan was more than that, but he knew that his female disciples all had to warm his bed to collect yin and replenish yang.
Yang Zimei naturally saw through his lustful thoughts, frowned disgustingly, and sneered: "I will only recognize one master in my life! So, I will never lose!"
"Haha, you are so proud, I like it." Meng Tianxiao laughed.[
"There is an open space in front of you. You go first and I will arrive soon."
Yang Zimei turned around, closed the door, and went into the house to find Master and the others.
"How dare that bitch Meng Tianxiao come to challenge you?" As soon as Yu Zhenzi heard that Meng Tianxiao was coming, he jumped up and wanted to immediately beat him up.
Yang Zimei told what happened just now.
Yuqing didn't say much and just asked Yang Zimei to bring Mo Xie sword.
Yang Zimei took her master, uncle, and Sadako to the open space.
Meng Tianxiao has been waiting there for a long time.
"Meng Tianxiao, you shameless bitch!" As soon as Yu Zhenzi saw Meng Tianxiao, he stepped forward and cursed.
"Oh, you are just scolding people when you are not as good as others, Yu Zhenzi, you are really embarrassing!" Meng Tianxiao sneered and turned to look at Yang Zimei, "I said, little sister Yang, your master turned out to be them, I advise you to worship as soon as possible
It’s good for me to be a teacher, and I will let you know what it means to be a true famous teacher and a great disciple!”
"Bah, bah, bah!" Yu Zhenzi spat at him, "My little nephew will never take a piece of shit like you as his teacher. Sixty years ago, you used dirty tricks to defeat my senior brother. Today,
, don’t think you can still win against my senior brother’s apprentice!”
"Master has won, so why does the apprentice care?" Meng Tianxiao sneered.
The expression on Yuqing's face remained unchanged, and she just said to Yang Zimei lightly: "Niuniu, help Master avenge his shame!"
"Yeah!" Yang Zimei nodded, his fighting spirit rising.
