At the back of the inn, a large area of land under the drunken immortal residence circle, at least hundreds of square miles, is a separate courtyard, which is specially used to entertain big people. It can be said that one day''s income is money, which is one of the most profitable channels for the situ family.


    The old man with white hair led the people into the backyard. The yard was surrounded by mountains and water, surrounded by hot springs, and the aroma was compelling.


    "Little girl, would you like to arrange a separate house for you?" the old man asked Sanskrit with a smile.


    Sanskrit''s voice was radiant with two eyes and said with a grin, "no, there are not many opportunities to soak in the hot spring with the great beauty. How can we waste it?"


    "If it''s okay, I''ll go first. I''ll ask the servant girl to bring you the drunk immortal wine you want," the old man turned and left.


    "Dead old man, get me some of your best massage girls." Sanskrit said impolitely.


    The old man shook his head and said, "I know you like to enjoy it. There are still some small preparations. Just wait at ease."


    With that, the old man left alone.


    Ye QingHan looked around. The fence was surrounded by a circle, which was three people high. The courtyard had at least more than 100 square meters. The two hot springs were separated by the fence. There was a Dharma array on them, and the springs were not interconnected.


    "Come on, brothers, let''s take a dip in the hot spring and have a rest. I''m tired to death during this time." ye QingHan ran to the fence first, took off his coat, left only a pair of shorts and jumped directly into the hot spring.


    The temperature of the spring water was moderate, and ye QingHan cried comfortably before entering.


    "The voice is really obscene." Sanskrit shook her, then took off her exposed clothes, leaving only her breast and an almost transparent gauze wrapped under her lower abdomen, jumped into another hot spring surrounded by a fence, and said in a more obscene voice, "ah... It''s cool... It''s even better if a girl massages me."


    People laughed in succession. They really didn''t understand why a great beauty like Sanskrit was interested in beauty.


    After a while, all the people entered the hot spring. Only Feng Huang stood aside, his ragged clothes were full of blood.


    Ye QingHan looked at Feng Huang and said faintly, "brother Feng, don''t be bound. They are all his own people. It''s no big deal."


    Feng Huang untied his clothes silently, and his body was clean, but the shocking scars on his body were intertwined with each other, like insects crawling. At a glance, there were about 20 or 30 thick scars, and I don''t know how many are small.


    Ye QingHan took a look and knew that these scars were given by Xia Jiulong. He didn''t ask much. Men all know that what men bear is not what women can imagine.


    There was silence in the man''s hot spring, but on the other side, there came the screams of Ye Huang and others. The Sanskrit voice was up and down. It was a random touch. Even a woman with an open character like Yasheng couldn''t bear it and jumped up and down.


    The crowd listened, smiled but did not speak, and silently recovered their energy.


    Ye QingHan distributed the golden divine liquid to the people. One person was about two liang, which was enough for everyone to exercise.


    People cultivate their bodies in the hot spring, the divine awn flows, and the precious light rises into the sky. The momentum of sealing the emperor rises the fastest. It has been suppressed too hard in the past 30000 years. Once there are resources, the outbreak is much faster than others.


    Ye QingHan and others are practicing, but there are several beautiful women outside the door. They are all massage experts. They push the door and enter. They are called to their hot spring by Sanskrit. After a while, the moans of the beauty are heard everywhere. At first, it is the cry of Sanskrit, and then it drives others.


    However, ye QingHan and others meditated hard and shielded the voice of the outside world.


    Time flies. Two hours have passed. After Sanskrit and others have a good rest, they put on their clothes one after another, but ye QingHan and others are still cultivating their flesh body. Their momentum is intertwined with each other, climbing and getting stronger and stronger.


    After putting on his clothes, Sanskrit Yin ran to the hot spring outside ye QingHan. Seeing that there was supreme gold and divine liquid in everyone''s hands, he immediately raised his foot and kicked ye QingHan.


    "You son of a bitch, I''m so kind to you, but you didn''t even give me a drop of divine gold! Now everyone has a share. Do you have a different sexual orientation from others and like men?" the Sanskrit roared.


    Ye QingHan was awakened and almost stepped into the hot spring. He quickly hugged the kicked jade leg. Subconsciously, he directly dragged the Sanskrit sound into the hot spring. After waking up, he immediately dragged it into his arms. His big hand just grasped the mountain. It was too big to control with one hand.


    WOW!


    A murderous spirit rushed into the sky and woke Feng Huang and others.


    Shua!


    Whew————————


    Feng Huang, Lin Wutian and others grabbed their clothes and escaped from the hot spring. They directly abandoned ye QingHan in the hot spring alone.


    Ye QingHan opened his mouth and pressed his big hand on the mountain. He was completely stunned by the scene at this moment.


    Hoo Hoo!!


    Sanskrit breathed rapidly, and his eyes stared like lanterns. The anger in his eyes almost burned. The temperature of the hot spring was rising sharply and almost boiling.


    Murderous!


    Yes, the murderous spirit was everywhere. With a grip of Sanskrit powder fist, he directly grasped ye QingHan''s wrist on his chest, broke it hard, and almost broke his hand bone.


    Oh————————


    Ah!!


    "Senior sister Sanskrit, I didn''t mean it!"


    A shrill scream rang through the other courtyard. Ye QingHan seemed to be humiliated by 100000 big men. He struggled several times and failed to climb out of the hot spring.


    Cluck!!


    Sanskrit clenched his teeth and stood condescending in front of Ye QingHan. The harsh voice exploded in ye QingHan''s heart, and his heart was about to burst.


    Ye QingHan squatted in front of Sanskrit and said with a smile, "don''t be angry, elder martial sister. If you have something to discuss, I can meet any requirements of elder martial sister."


    The Sanskrit sound is really wonderful now, which can''t be described at all, but at the moment, ye QingHan doesn''t dare to have any feeling. Just ask this woman not to lose her mind.


    Hehe


    A sneer made ye QingHan squatting in the hot spring shiver all over.


    "I have important information! Elder martial sister must be interested!" ye QingHan turned his head, suddenly flashed, and immediately raised his hand.


    "Say!" said the Sanskrit angrily.


    "I have the whereabouts of Zhishen gold!" ye QingHan looked at the clenched fist of Sanskrit and dared not sell off any more. He hurriedly said, "in the heaven sealed prison, I got the Zhishen gold liquid there. Just because I couldn''t bring it out, I buried it in a mountain."


    "Do you think Xia Jiulong is really mentally retarded? He will allow me to enter Fengtian prison?" Sanskrit asked coldly.


    Seeing that the divine gold could not be forgiven by Sanskrit, ye QingHan directly held Sanskrit''s thigh and said with a sad face, "elder martial sister, don''t embarrass me. I''m responsible at most. Marry me."


    Sanskrit kicked ye QingHan out of the hot spring with one foot, and she also went ashore. She was wet and her clothes were almost transparent. Her holy land was completely presented in front of Ye QingHan, and she almost lost her mind.


    "Elder martial sister... Change a dress first, younger martial brother. You can punish me... I really don''t want to marry me, but I can marry you!" ye QingHan deliberately glib, trying to calm the Sanskrit voice.


    The Sanskrit voice trembled. Yu pointed to ye QingHan. She wanted to talk but didn''t know what to say. Finally, she went to the opposite side and changed a dress first.


    Only ye QingHan and Sanskrit sound are left in the whole solitary courtyard. Others have fled long ago. How dare they touch the mildew of Sanskrit sound.