The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

This Xuan Lin This true Lord Erlang, why did he look like a dead man before he descended to the mortal world Such a mouth!

Xia Ling made up her mind to teach him a good lesson.

Three days later.

True, false smile female cultivator master, and true, heartbroken and dejected Xuan Lin, met face to face.

"Xuan Lin! "

"master... "

The man's face was long, and his tattered clothes revealed his strong chest. His slender body carried the explosive power of gathering blood Qi, making him look like a human-shaped fierce beast.

However, his handsome face was filled with bloodshot eyes as he looked at Xia Ling. His entire body reeked of the blood of beasts and was filled with the scent of a man's hormones. The smell was so strong that Xia Ling could not help but raise her foot and kick his calf.

Bam! A Stuffy Force bounced back from the tip of Xia Ling's foot.

"Go and give me a bath before you come back. " Xia Ling pinched her nose and her gaze fell on Xuan Lin's sturdy calf.

The tattered clothes could not cover up his calf. However, his slender calf looked tanned and healthy. He had trained his body to the ninth heaven and his body was still in shape. It was inseparable from the good stuff that she had worked so hard to give Xuan Lin.

In terms of effect, Xia Ling was very satisfied with the kick. Xuan Lin was really a tough man. He did not even react to her nascent soul stage kick.

Xuan Lin's heart was aching. He did not feel any pain after being kicked by Xia Ling.

How could it hurt as much as his heart?

* . *

Xuan Lin had no idea where the Yunshan sect's bathing place was.

Decades had passed, but Xuan Lin had not taken a bath at all.

He stood there motionlessly. Xia Ling closed her sense of smell and looked at the dazed Xuan Lin who looked like an idiot.

Previously, when Xuan Lin had just entered the cloud mountain, the young man was like a skinny chicken with a dry skeleton.

Now that the young man had come of age, his broad frame, his unruly bones, and the body that was revealed from his tattered clothes were full of hormonal strength. The scars left by the battle with the ferocious beasts were like the medals that men carried.

Looking at his face again, his handsome face had a sinister look on it. His cold thin lips had a hint of pink, and his handsome face had a hint of coldness.

This way... ... Every female cultivator would want to move him . .

Yang Jian, the jade-faced playboy, shocked the heaven with his peerless charm. Now Xuan Lin, a young immortal cultivator, is born with an immortal bone and is unruly.

Xia Ling narrowed her eyes and compared the appearance of Xuan Lin with some of Yang Jian that remained in the original owner's mind.

Look at that year awe-inspiring, a pair of cold eyes never put anyone in the eyes of Jiro true monarch, once trapped by love, stand in front of Xiao Tianquan to admit defeat, also with Xiao Tianquan network love... ...

This feeling, is really a serf turned master Su Shuang.

Forget it, good master does not haggle with the disciple, Xia Ling raised her hand to summon water.

A bucket-sized stream of water appeared out of thin air above the terminal peak.

Whooshing, whooshing, whooshing, whooshing.

There was a small waterfall at the back of Duan Feng's mountain. The current of this small waterfall had been intercepted by Xia Ling and used to wash away Xuan Lin's body.

Xuan Lin's blood is so strong, it's almost pickled.

Xia Ling looked and looked, and immediately summoned a large cauldron, using the pressure to shock Xuan Lin, Xuan Lin, a man of 1.9 meters directly into the cauldron.

She poured water into the cauldron and boiled it.

She added spiritual flowers, spiritual herbs, and scented Magnolia.

She stewed it with nascent soul true fire.

Xuan Lin resisted silently in the early stages, but could not struggle in the middle stages. In the later stages, the pot of spices was stewed as if one could smell the fragrance of his own cooked meat.

A body refinement ninth level, from the skin to the flesh, was an existence like gold and stone.