"Hua Yushang, you can tell by her name that she is a beauty."


    Wu Lingyan curled her mouth.


    No matter how high their accomplishments are, whether they are ordinary practitioners or immortal monks, women love to compare, and Wu Lingyan is no exception.


    Although I haven''t seen the flower language dress, Wu Lingyan is not white. She must be a beautiful woman rarely seen in the world. Otherwise, Shen Lingxiao, the arrogant first day of the Taoist school, won''t fall in love with her and vow to become a Taoist partner with her.


    "No matter how beautiful it is, my little Yan''er, Lingyan, Lingyan, still has aura and can make rain. The colorful purple Yan is more red than a hundred flowers. The flower language dress has a good skin bag at most. Its temperament must be far less than that of Yan''er."


    Yang Xuan chuckled. As a veteran of flowers, he knew women''s heart deeply, and sweet words came with his mouth open.


    "If you''re glib, you know how to please me. I don''t believe you."


    Wu Lingyan''s small mouth tilted and his heart was like wiping honey, but his mouth murmured: "when your husband sees that flower language dress, you have to hold it. If you are not careful to be fascinated by the other party, don''t be a concubine. What can you do?"


    As he spoke, his face immediately changed into a pitiful expression of grievance. It felt like a little woman abandoned by a heartless man. His acting skills were impeccable.


    "Cough, am I this kind of person who wants to change?"


    Yang Xuan touched his nose and couldn''t laugh or cry.


    He is romantic but not obscene. If the flower language dress is unintentional, he may be moved when he sees it, but he is already waiting to be married. No matter how beautiful the woman is, he will not have any other ideas.


    Wu Lingyan''s beautiful eyes turned, flashed a narrow color in her eyes, and hummed: "of course I hope not, but beautiful woman, which man doesn''t want to see more? If my husband dares to have a crooked mind on that flower language dress, I''ll cut off contact with you."


    "Well, my little Yan''er, don''t be sour. I''m enough with you and Qin LAN."


    Yang Xuan shook his head and hugged Wu Lingyan. He didn''t care about the envious eyes of others. He pretended to say loudly: "good disciple, I''m a teacher. I''ve been secretly practicing Taoism all year round. It''s rare to get out of the pass once. You''ll have to sleep well for a few days to be filial."


    As soon as she said this, Wu Lingyan blushed, ashamed and annoyed, and was speechless for a while. However, in several nearby pavilions, she suddenly cast disdainful eyes.


    "It''s unreasonable. There are such brazen people in the world. I must give him some color today. Even my disciples don''t let go. It''s better to be an animal than a human teacher."


    "Don''t be impulsive. He looks young and his real age is definitely not young. Otherwise, he can''t practice in the immortal holy land. An old immortal saint is not something you and I can provoke."


    "Hum, but it''s just a cultivation achievement who has just entered the immortal holy land. How many years can she practice? It''s his female disciple who has reached the Immortal King''s land at a young age. She also has the posture of sinking fish and falling geese and the appearance of closing the moon and ashamed of flowers. I''m afraid she''s not as good as the flower language clothes. Unfortunately, she''s not human and worships a scum as a teacher."


    When some diners secretly feigned, Wu Lingyan wrinkled her nose and whispered angrily, "nonsense, when did people become your husband''s Apprentice?"


    "Don''t be angry, or it''s easy to wrinkle. My husband said so deliberately, just because he didn''t want to attract attention."


    Yang Xuan pinched Wu Lingyan''s Qiong nose and responded with a smile, "a young immortal saint will attract people''s attention wherever he goes, but it won''t be surprising if he has practiced for many years."


    In such a big immortal region, there are monks everywhere in the immortal holy land, so people won''t care too much.


    "Well, I''ll believe you once, but not again."


    Wu Lingyan rubbed the little tiger''s teeth. She didn''t know whether it was intentional or thought it was fun. Suddenly, she exclaimed with exaggerated exclamation, "someone is watching. Master, don''t do this..."


    "How hateful!"


    Finally, a man in royal clothes in the five heavy days of Xianjun territory couldn''t bear it. He patted the table on the spot, glared at Yang Xuan here and shouted, "this is xianzhai building. Please respect yourself, senior."


    The man in royal clothes was very polite to say this.


    "Self weight?"


    Yang Xuan raised his eyebrow and pointed to Wu Lingyan in his arms. He was old-fashioned and said, "this is my disciple and my Taoist companion. Don''t envy you. You can do whatever you want if you want to do something like me."


    "You..."


    The man in Royal Guards was so angry that he couldn''t speak.


    "Why, do you want to compete with me?"


    Yang Xuan stood up and suddenly released his immortal majesty, which solidified the air around a hundred feet and depressed the atmosphere.


    "Hum, how dare you, master? I''m not your opponent."


    The man in royal guards bit his teeth and took pictures of Yang Xuan''s terrible power. After all, he didn''t dare to tear his face face with him.


    "Young people are in high spirits for a while, and they will inevitably have a lack of words. I think you are the first offender. I won''t care about you this time. Remember, there''s no next time."


    Yang Xuan said coldly.


    "Younger generation Qingyang sect disciple Wang Feng, thank you for your forgiveness."


    The man in royal clothes held back his anger and hugged his fist. He immediately turned to several friends at the table and said, "Wang is not feeling well. Please feel free. I will not accompany you."


    Then he brushed his sleeves and left,


    "Let''s go too. This place is so foul that we can''t stay."


    "It''s disappointing that the people in xianzhai building don''t take care of such things."


    Soon, several of Wang Feng''s companions and the diners in the surrounding pavilions also got up and left, unwilling to stay here more.


    Seeing this scene, Wu Lingyan couldn''t help laughing, "look at what you did, husband. You drove all the people away."


    "It''s good to go. Now it''s completely clean again."


    Yang Xuan sat down again, lazily.


    "My husband is so bad."


    Wu Lingyan rolled her eyes, playful and lovely.


    "Well, how dare you scold me? Let''s see how I deal with you."


    Yang Xuan shouted, his forefinger moved, his hands swam around Wu Lingyan and ate all the tofu.


    "Ah, I know I''m wrong. Forgive me, husband..."


    Wu Lingyan Jiao was not very shy. She kept twisting in Yang Xuan''s arms. She had a frightened expression, but she didn''t mean to be angry at all. Instead, she enjoyed the frolic between men and women.


    Yang Xuan smiled and didn''t speak. He hugged Wu Lingyan and moved his fingers. Wu Lingyan didn''t insist for long. He was completely paralyzed in his arms. His face looked like resentment and satisfaction.


    "Now you''re honest, aren''t you?"


    Yang Xuan looked funny. He spoiled Wu Lingyan''s hair and said softly, "let''s go to Tianxu temple and find a chance to see the flower language dress."


    Calculate the time. Now it''s only a few days before Shen Lingxiao''s wedding. Yang Xuan doesn''t want to delay too much on the road.


    "Everything depends on your husband."


    Wu Lingyan gasped slightly, like a little woman.