Chapter 147

What is reflected in the mirror is not the beautiful face of the girl, but the scene from the Academy of painting saints in fairyland.

Looking at Yin Rugou lying on the elder martial brother's shoulder crying, the girl snorted.

"Stupid to death, now I don't know why I was beaten. No wonder this boy hasn't been able to become an official disciple."

She curled her mouth and put away the mirror.

If there is a strong one in fairyland, you can recognize the mirror.

In the list of two hundred thousand immortals, it is the top five of all magic immortals.

Its master is the famous painter!

"Yin Rugou was beaten, which means that she is the real one!"

The girl pursed her lips and her pretty face was full of excitement.

At this time, not far away, there were several practitioners passing by.

Seeing that the girl was walking alone on the road, and extremely beautiful, her eyes were straight.

"Little sister, would you like to have a drink with your brother?"

The leader said, and stood in front of the girl.

They are the bandits around here, fearless.

"Drink, good!"

The girl laughed.

In her hand, a pen appeared out of thin air. She drew in the middle of the sky, and soon a big river appeared. It was all made up of fine wine, giving off fragrance.

"This, this, this!"

A few bandits all stare big eyes, feel very inconceivable.

"Since you want to drink, drink well. You'd better drink till you die."

The girl suddenly showed a harmless smile, but it fell into the eyes of several bandits, but it was countless times more dangerous than any other.

The next moment.

The great river of wine suddenly poured into several people's mouths. It kept pouring, not to mention the bandits in the martial arts realm. Even the immortals couldn't carry it.

Bang!

When the girl went away, these people were shocked by the drink.

"How terrible

Not far away, a few bandits saw the scene and quickly stepped back.

But just then.

A high mountain came down from the sky and crushed them.

Even a bandit stronghold in the distant forest was bombarded by several meteorites, and hundreds of bandits were not spared.

For all this, the teenager has no mood swings.

She looked at the direction of Liyou mountains, her eyes full of expectation, and drew a heavenly horse, carrying her to fly past.

Time and space are idyllic.

Wang Miao was lying on the bamboo chair, sleeping peacefully.

Fairy flower is playing the soft guqin music.

She suddenly felt something and looked out of the mountain.

There, a heavenly horse is coming.

On the horse's back, it seems that there is a girl in white.

Seeing the familiar face, there was no expression on the fairy's face.

She stopped playing, her hands flat on the string, as if waiting for something.

"Stop coming!"

Wang Xian's sword ascended the sky, hovered in front of Tianma and said.

"What a strange thing."

The girl looked at Wang Xian and found that he had a high face value and strong sword spirit. He was a real peerless sword immortal.

Unfortunately, the cultivation is a little low.

"My name is Zhou Xiaoqian, come to find the fairy," she said with a smile

"Looking for fairies again?"

Wang Xianjian frowned slightly and looked at the direction of ethereal residence.

On the lawn in front of the door.

Wang Miao was sleeping soundly, while the fairy kept her hands on the string, as if she was brewing something.

Seeing this, Wang Xian said, "I'm not free for the time being."

"I can wait."

Zhou Xiaoqian's eyes crossed Wang Xian and saw the fairy flower.

Familiar figure, unique temperament, and the starting style before playing, each of which makes her heart tremble.

"It's her

Zhou Xiaoqian finally confirmed.

She took a picture of Tianma under the seat, and the latter immediately fell to the ground.

Wang Xian also fell down.

He stood with his sword in front of Zhou Xiaoqian more than ten meters away. Their eyes were opposite, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

"Young man, I think you look extraordinary. What's your name?"

Zhou Xiaoqian asked.

"Wang Xian."

"With the character of immortal, it really matches your temperament. You look gorgeous and elegant. How about being my disciple?"

Zhou Xiaoqian asked with a smile.

As a variation of Jiuye Xianlian cultivated by time and space, his temperament is very unique, just like a sword.

At his first glance, Zhou Xiaoqian had a "bad" mind.

"Don't do it."

Unexpectedly, Wang Xian refused on the spot."Do you know who I am?"

Zhou Xiaoqian did not give up, continue to ask.

"Even if I'm the master of heaven, I won't come."

Wang Xian's face was expressionless.

"Poof..."

But there is a peak in the world of war, and Zhou qianxiao and I are very strong

This time, Wang Xian stopped talking.

In his opinion, the girl in front of him is a little silly.

King of heaven?

Fairy King peak?

Even if Xianjun's peak comes, it's useless!

In front of Wang miaozhenjun, what can even the Immortal Emperor level magic power do?

Although I haven't seen Wang Miao's real strength, Wang Xian can feel that he is omnipotent.

Even the Immortal Emperor can suppress it.

"Brother Wang Xian, what are you doing here?"

The iron head baby and the beaver run over.

While the two little guys were running, they were drinking hot fresh goat's milk, and there were a few drops of goat's milk on their lips.

"Here comes a visitor for the time being. I'm looking at her."

Said Wang Xian.

"Wow, what a lovely little sister!"

Iron head baby holding colorful gourd, looked up at Zhou Xiaoqian, found that although she is not tall, also about one meter five, but also has its own three times.

As for looks.

Zhou Xiaoqian belongs to the type of beautiful with lovely.

Although her face is a little bit baby fat, it is completely beautiful.

"Lovely little sister?"

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaoqian bent her eyes into two crescent moon, pinched her face and said, "do I look so young?"

"I think you're only fifteen."

Iron head baby place head way seriously.

"He's a good talker."

Zhou Xiaoqian took out a pen, drew a few strings of sugar gourd in mid air, and handed them to xiaolingli, tietouwa and two wax gourd immortals.

As for Wang Xian, he refused the sugar gourd.

"Cut, other people want to eat but can't eat it!"

Zhou Xiaoqian took the sugar gourd and nibbled it without image.

At this time.

Wang Miao on the bamboo chair opened his eyes.

He looked at the silent fairy flower, and then at a group of people eating sugar gourd nearby, and said:

"the true body of the painting saint of fairyland has not been very strong from the beginning to the end, and some bandits and bandits have been easily solved on the way. They don't have too high shelf and look very peaceful. The main reason is because of you?"

The fairy did not reply.

She picked up Guqin and went to the second floor of miaomiaoju.

"Some people, after all, want to see each other."

Wang Miao said.

He stood up, turned around and looked at the fairy flower with his back to him. "Of course, if you don't want to see me, I'll just blow people away."

After that, Wang Miao pointed a little.

But the next moment, he found that his hand was held, and the fairy had moved in front of him, shaking his head at him.

Then he took up his pen and wrote a line on the paper.

"See you!"

Seeing this line of writing, Wang Miao immediately laughed.

He looked at his hand, still held by the fairy.

Fairy flower seems to be aware of the strange, quickly let go, and then holding guqin, and Wang Miao side by side to the distance.

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