I'm Xianzun's little cat

Chapter 285

A group of monks in white robes with golden piping sneered unceremoniously when they heard Sangbei's bold words.

The leader even directly sneered and said: "Where did you come from, a country bumpkin, who doesn't even know the basics of the world. The so-called reasoning and reasoning, if the fist is hard enough, someone will listen to your reasoning. If the fist is not hard enough, no one will listen to you."

Yu Shuming finally covered Sang Bei's mouth, but Sang Bei's unconvinced eyes still fell into the other party's eyes.

The man looked quite upright, but his eyes were slightly triangular, which gave people a sense of meanness. In fact, he really did not intend to let Sangbei go. If you are not convinced, how about we play a match, if I win, you will come back with me to be my bed warming girl, if you win, I will listen to you explain your reasoning, so why not?"

After finishing speaking, he looked up to the sky and laughed, obviously not paying attention to the group of country bumpkins in front of him.

This group of disciples wearing gold-rimmed white robes are disciples of the first-class Jianheng Sect. They have swords embroidered with gold threads in front of them. Around the embroidered swords, there are silver auspicious clouds dotted around them. The number of auspicious clouds is not the same.

Or one or two, and there are four auspicious clouds on this person's clothes, which symbolize the super strength of the other party's fourth-level Tianwu.

This person looks like he is only in his 30s and already has such strength, even if he is around the capital where the spiritual power is several times stronger than that of Qingyun Mountain, he is enough to be called the proud son of heaven.

Fantuan's nerves tensed immediately, but what no one expected was that Chunhua was the one who walked out first.

"Sister She is ignorant and speaks without words. I hope you will forgive me. You are extremely powerful, and you are also a first-class disciple. I don't think I will care about us third-class disciples."

There is no one who does not like to hear good words, let alone words from a beautiful woman.

Chunhua was originally born upright and beautiful, but now that timid and cowardly appearance has faded away, her whole person is even more bright and majestic.

Hearing that Chunhua first apologized sincerely and then threw a high hat at her, the man's face softened a little, and he asked with interest in his eyes, "Do you know me?"

Chunhua shook her head slightly, saluted respectfully and said: "Although the young lady doesn't know the young master, the young lady who serves the young master does recognize her. The young girl has always heard that the people of the Jianheng sect are the most chivalrous and the most fascinated. If the young master doesn't mind, my little girl I am willing to be the host and invite you to taste the delicacies of the capital, and I hope you will not give up."

As soon as these words came out, even Su Zhanyu looked at Chunhua a few more times. It is true that Chunhua has changed too much. Not only has she become more generous in dealing with people, but also has the courage to call the shots.

Even Yu Shuming couldn't react, who is opposite?He is a genius disciple of Jianhengzong, and even the disciples of the three top sects in the capital have to give him a little bit of flak.

But myself and others are third-class sect disciples who are not at all popular, and they don't even have the qualifications to get close to them on weekdays, so Chunhua actually invites them to dinner directly.

What's even more amazing is that this genius disciple of Jianheng Sect didn't refuse.

This talented disciple in his early thirties, named Jiang Zhentian, is the closed disciple of an elder of Jianheng Sect. He is usually the most proud of his talents, but he is especially gentle towards beauties.

Seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth, his classmates knew what was going on in his mind, and couldn't help laughing.

A female disciple of the Jianheng Sect who was standing next to Jiang Zhentian just now was not happy, and said sarcastically: "I don't even look at what I am, but I am just a third-class sect disciple who is not popular, and I dare to invite Brother Jiang to go there." Have a meal."

"Bah, what are you guys? Why do you eat the meal we invited?" Sang Bei finally took advantage of Yu Shuming's absent-mindedness to break free from his restraints, and a single sentence made the harmonious atmosphere just now become tense again .

(End of this chapter)