In Ling Luo's God-Slaying Pavilion, there were a thousand Ice Clan disciples and a thousand Continent Clan disciples each. Eighty-nine percent of them were men. They all stared directly at the female disciples who were receiving them at the gate of Nongying Pavilion.
These female disciples of Nongying Pavilion are all as beautiful as flowers and jade, with a fairy spirit, and because of their practice of trickery, they all have a mysterious aura about them.
This kind of temperament is very unique and is not found in the female monks of the Sixth Heaven.
Ling Luo turned his head slightly and looked at Xuanyuan Yu, with a hint of teasing on his lips, and joked: "What? Don't you see?"
Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows, and in his black hole-like pupils, only Ling Luo's shadow was reflected, and he said: "What good things they have, they are not even half as good as I, Luo'er."
Ling Luo was very satisfied with Xuanyuan Yu's performance, and couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in his heart.
At the gate of Nongying Pavilion, there were about twenty female disciples received, lined up in two rows. The one in the middle had a particularly beautiful appearance, and her clothes were particularly refined. It was obvious that she had a nobler status.
"The little girl Senluo, the third generation true disciple of Nongying Pavilion, respectfully welcomes the Lord of the God-killing Pavilion of the Sixth Heaven."
This woman had a faint smile, and her eyes were shining brightly. When she raised her eyes, she would always glance behind Ling Luo intentionally or unintentionally, as if she was looking at someone.
Ling Luo turned around and realized that the true disciple named Sen Luo was secretly flirting with Xiao Jie.
Forehead……
Ling Luo was quite helpless. This Senluo, who has cultivated to this level, must be hundreds or thousands of years old at least. It feels strange for a young man who is only seventeen or eighteen in Xiaojie.
It doesn't matter if you don't see it, you will be shocked when you see it.
Not only the true disciple Sen Luo, but also the twenty or so female disciples from the inner sect at the gate of Nongying Pavilion kept glancing in the direction of Xiao Jie from time to time.
As a sister, Ling Luo suddenly felt a sense of crisis in her heart.
Will these young female monks from the mysterious world, who are full of love, eat up her family Xiaojie alive?
Xun'er, who was standing next to Xiao Jie, didn't look so good-looking. His cheeks were bulging and he straddled one of Jie's arms as if to demonstrate.
Jie glanced at Xun'er indifferently, his handsome brows slightly furrowed.
He was originally the closest to Xun'er, but because Xun'er once took refuge in Qiancheng and harmed Ling Luo's relationship, Jie has always had a grudge against Xun'er and became much colder.
As soon as Xun'er saw Zed's expression, he immediately became nervous. His face turned pale and he bit his lips tightly, but a pair of small hands grabbed Zed's arm tighter.
"Don't make trouble."
Jie calmly pushed Xun'er's hand away, his purple eyes a little cold.
Xun'er's face turned even paler, a faint layer of dusk appeared in his ice-blue eyes, and he lowered his head slightly.
When the female disciples in Nongying Pavilion saw that Xun'er had been left out, they couldn't help but sneered secretly. It turned out that they were just being sentimental, why did they come here to show off their power?
Ling Luo looked at Jie, with a playful curve on his lips, and said, "It seems that your appearance, Xiao Jie, is very in line with the aesthetics of the world."
Jie was originally as handsome as a demon.
However, it is obvious that he is becoming more and more popular in the strange world.
"Sister, don't make fun of me." Jie's voice was calm and without any waves. He was dismissive of these strange women.
"Master Ling Pavilion, Master Xuanyuan Pavilion, come in, Sen Luo will arrange a place for you right now."