Chapter 738 (1/2)

Towering mountains, green pines and cypresses, red sun in the sky and white snow, boys and girls practice boxing with sweat. Sometimes they are just aggressive, sometimes they are as smart as flying, sometimes they are soft and strange, and sometimes they are as fast as electricity.

In the practice room, the young man is in front and the young girl is in the back. One move has an inexplicable beauty.

It was getting warmer and warmer at noon. The young man closed and exhaled turbid Qi, and so did the young girl.

Both of them were flushed, but they exhaled evenly, steamed white on their heads and felt comfortable all over.

”It's broken! Xuntian hall! Go! ” Ye Xiang exclaimed, almost forgetting what Lian Zhentian had arranged.

He took the flower's little hand and ran away.

There is a five story temple on Ji Tianfeng, with blue brick, red tile and gold roof.

A bluestone square in front of the hall is unusually open, with 1500 steps vertically and horizontally.

At the moment, there are more than 60 young men and women standing in front of the hall, but three young people are standing in front.

Dressed as a scholar, with long hair pulled up, holding a folding fan, gentle and smiling.

But it's too much to wear a folding fan in this winter.

This man's name is Qing Buzhi. He is the son of the famous Qingfeng member of the house of Lords.

The other is a girl, but she has a man's dress. The green cloth and grey clothes show a delicate bee waist. The perfect figure shows her gender.

This woman's name is Feng LAN Jiayue. She is the daughter of Feng LAN Canghai, head of the futu regiment of the Chinese mercenary Corps. She is a woman with a man's ambition.

The last one had a warm smile, but he felt arrogant in his eyes. He was dressed in light armor, with a long crossbow on his back and a short crossbow at his waist, with an unspeakable specialty.

In appearance, he is strong, tall, and his skin is slightly dark.

But the overall feeling is that this person can pretend to be 13.

His name is Dongfang Hong, the son of Dongfang Jinxiu, deputy head of the Dongfang regiment of the Chinese mercenary Corps.

Even Zhentian hasn't come yet. Standing in front of the hall, these young men are more or less anxious.

But as the three people who are very familiar with Lian Zhentian, Dongfang Hong took the lead in saying, ”the old man ordered to assemble, but there are still people who dare to be late. See!”

Fenglan Jiayue glanced at the beautiful eyes and said dismissively, ”do you want to perform the task when you are dressed like this?”

Qingbu Shi patted his palm with a folding fan and gloated, ”as far as the three of us are standing, even if brother Dongfang doesn't dress like this, the old man can notice you.”

Fenglan Jiayue looked at Qing and didn't know, ”the scholar looks very hot. In winter, he is holding a folding fan and pretending to be gentle!”

The two big men were hurt by Feng LAN Jiayue's clever words, and they were slightly unhappy.

But the other side is a woman. As two men who are pretentious, they believe in the principle that good men don't fight women, and they both bear it.

Even Zhentian sat on the third terrace of the main hall and couldn't help frowning while listening to the conversation of the three little guys below.

Dongfang Hong is arrogant, pretentious, expressive and boastful.

Green doesn't know the smell of sour Confucianism. He is elegant and noble. He can't let go of his figure. He is typically arrogant and spineless.

It's Fenglan Jiayue. She's a little interesting. She's articulate and hurts people at the exit. That's not good.

However, you can still see a little calm in your mind, which is a good seedling.

As for other people, compared with these three people, they all laugh at each other. Only after self-cultivation and self-examination in the future, may they be able to produce a few decent talents.

At this time, two figures in the distance ran hand in hand.

During the running, they were smiling, light footed, without a sense of heaviness, stable breath and no asthma.

Lian Zhentian looked at the two people and couldn't help shaking his head. He sighed in his heart. Sometimes he was a child, sometimes he was steady and couldn't see through!