Chapter six hundred and twentieth six listen to the teacher
Holy Son Tianwu did not give up, his eyes were firmly fixed on Yun Qiang's body.
Yun Qiang was extremely embarrassed and embarrassed to be surrounded by everyone, so she simply stamped her feet and flew away.
"Sister!"
Yue Ke glared at Holy Son Tianwu fiercely and hurriedly chased after him.
Yue Jian also took a deep look at Holy Son Tianwu and chased after him.
Ao Yue pulled Wang Ming and said, "Husband, let's go too."
Wang Ming nodded and said to Kong Yu: "We are leaving, what about you?"
Kong Yu put his hands behind his back and said melancholy: "You are all in pairs, I am alone, I am really lonely."
"That Qingluan Bird has not agreed to this emperor's wishes so far. It's really helpless!"
Kong Yu was a little sad.
Wang Ming secretly rolled his eyes and said: "Let everything happen, don't force it!"
"Bah! A full man doesn't know that a hungry man is hungry!"
Kong Yu raised his eyebrows, swayed, and tried to run away.
"Hey, senior, senior, my clothes!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Holy Son Tianwu hurriedly spoke.
A group of black shadows came over very quickly, covering the head of Holy Son Tianwu.
He hurriedly put on his clothes. When he looked up again, he was already surrounded by several female nuns.
"The Holy Son is wise and powerful. I want to explore the path of dual cultivation with the Holy Son. Is the Holy Son willing?"
A female cultivator with scantily clad clothes and charming appearance came towards Holy Son Tianwu. She stretched out her slender hands and was about to grab his waistband!
"Sister, you are too old, it is better for you to be my younger sister!"
Another female cultivator, who was younger and more enchanting, fell towards the Holy Son of Tianwu as if she had no bones. A pair of big breasts tightly wrapped in the fairy skirt rubbed against the arms of the Holy Son of Tianwu, causing him to hit him immediately.
Cream.
"Holy Son, look at me..."
"Holy Son, look at me..."
"Holy Son, am I beautiful..."
"Holy Son, and I..."
A voluptuous female cultivator, like a spider spirit who had never seen a man in ten thousand years, surrounded the Tianwu Saint, her plump breasts and fat buttocks kept rubbing against him.
The onlookers stared at this scene in stunned silence.
The male cultivators were so envious and jealous that they wished they could drag the Holy Son of Heaven down and replace him with their own bodies.
The female nuns covered their faces, scolded them for being immoral, and peeked through their fingers.
Holy Son Tianwu's face turned green.
These women are too scary. He is looking for a Taoist companion, not a cowherd!
"ah!"
He really couldn't stand the obsession of these female cultivators, so he couldn't help but shouted loudly and scared the girls away. Then, as if being chased by a dog, he disappeared in an instant.
"Hmph, he looks strong, but it turns out it's a silver gun with a wax head. All my efforts were wasted!"
A female cultivator rubbed her fingers and said disgustedly.
"My sister is still young, so I don't understand. This Tianwu Saint, who has not yet started to engage in sexual intercourse, is no match for my sister."
The older female nun spoke.
"My younger sister is indeed not as experienced as my elder sister who has experienced hundreds of battles. I am ashamed of myself and willing to be the inferior."
The female cultivator secretly rolled her eyes and spoke back.
"You, hum..."
The older female cultivator was angry and looked worried.
"Oh, sisters, please stop arguing."
Several other female cultivators tried to break up the fight and said, "Was Shengzi Wu a disciple of the Martial God Sect that day?"
"That's right, why, what does my sister mean..."
"Hehe, the Martial God Sect is the world-defying sect of Yuanwu Star. There must be many strong people in the sect. Let's... Hehe..."
"Yes, yes, we sisters will go together!"
The group of female cultivators looked at each other, smiled tacitly, and walked away.
Holy Son Tianwu didn't know that these female cultivators would make his fellow disciples suffer in the future.
He hurriedly ran back to the Wushen Sect's position, and went to seek help from his master, intending to come to ask Yun Qiang to marry him.
Unexpectedly, when his master heard about it, he gave him a good beating.
"The goddess of creation you mentioned is known to me as a seed of immortality cultivated by the Immortal Sect, and the Immortal Sect attaches great importance to it."
His master Wu Sheng shook his head and said: "Besides, you haven't even achieved Hedao yet, how can you resist the suppression of her group of Hedao master nephews?"
Saint Tianwu's face suddenly turned bitter.
Wu Sheng advised: "I'm not trying to attack you, but you should practice hard. When the time comes, I will personally come to your door to ask for your hand in marriage!"
"But, if we don't settle it first, what if someone takes it away?"
Holy Son Tianwu was a little anxious.
Wu Sheng immediately hated iron and cursed: "You are stupid, are you really stupid?"
"The fact that you escaped unscathed today means that you have a chance. As my teacher, just come and apologize. Be thicker-skinned and smarter in your eyes, and your wishes will always come true!"
Wu Sheng was good at teaching and intended to enlighten his disciples.
"Okay, okay!"
After listening to his master's words, Holy Son Tianwu returned to the retreat and thought hard before finally going out.
Therefore, Yue Chen and Ao Lin, who were setting up a stall, waited for a man with arms and waist, wearing a purple gold heart-covering armor, a purple gold crown with a phoenix tail on his head, purple gold wind-chasing boots on his feet, and a purple gold Ruyi Hammer on his shoulder.
The Wuxian.
This saucy Martial Immortal is none other than the well-dressed Holy Son of Heavenly Martial Arts.
He didn't know where he found out about Yue Chen's stall place, so he went to find it.
He found out that the senior brother of the Goddess of Creation was extremely authoritative, and the junior brothers and sisters below were in awe of him.
At first he was a little disapproving, but when he saw Yue Chenhou, for some reason, he became a little intimidated.
In short, I'm scared!
"Fellow Taoist, do you want to buy spiritual items?"
Yue Chen glanced at the Holy Son of Heavenly Martial Arts who had been standing still in front of him since he came here.
The corners of his eyes twitched. This fellow Taoist was wearing a purple and gold suit, which was almost blinding.
"I, Pindao, am here to apologize!"
Holy Son Tianwu blurted out nervously.
"Huh? I have never met my fellow Taoist, why are you apologizing?"
Yue Chen blinked and said doubtfully.
It's also that he doesn't know the appearance of Holy Son Tianwu, otherwise, I'm afraid he wouldn't have a good look on him.
There are many people here, including Dongxu Hedao monks, so it is not easy for him to scan with his consciousness from time to time.
Seeing that there were monks buying things all around, Holy Son Tianwu scratched his head and said bravely: "I am a poor Taoist, Tianwu, I have offended Junior Sister Ling before, and I am here to apologize."
"Whoa!"
Yue Chen raised his eyelids, and the silver light in his eyes suddenly shone on the body of Holy Son Tianwu as if it had substance.
Holy Son Tianwu suddenly froze, as if he was being looked down upon by a god, and did not dare to move, letting Yue Chen look at him clearly.
After a while, Yue Chen looked away and nodded secretly in his heart, but said calmly on his face: "This matter has been revealed. Please don't get entangled in it in the future."
"Fellow!"
Holy Son Tianwu was so anxious that he no longer cared about fear, and hurriedly said: "I really want to marry the goddess, it's not just impulsive. She, she is my destined Taoist companion!"