Wang Meng and Su Qingxue started chatting. Peng Liang could also interject a few words from time to time. Wang Fugui was speechless and only knew that he was standing aside with a helpless face, blushing.

Three girls walked over in the distance with a smile and finally stood beside Su Qingxue.

All three girls are people who live with Su Qingxue.

"Sister Qingxue, who are these three?"

One of the girls asked cutely with their head tilted.

She only looks like sixteen or seventeen, and is the youngest among several girls.

"Wang Meng, it's my husband I told you before." Su Qingxue said shyly in her tone.

"Wang Meng? It's the useless girl who married into your Su family..." Another girl said quickly and without hesitation. She realized her reaction halfway through her words. Although she stopped what she said, the meaning in her words was still very obvious.

Everyone was embarrassed. Su Qingxue, Wang Fugui and Peng Liang looked a little bad, but Wang Meng looked as usual and had no reaction to the girl's words.

After a while, the girl who was talking at first broke the deadlock. She stretched out her hand to Wang Meng openly and smiled and said with a smile: "Hello, brother-in-law, my name is Sun Linglong, and I am Sister Qingxue's little follower."

Wang Meng stretched out his hand with a smile, holding Sun Linglong's hand, and was about to part with him.

With Sun Linglong's words, the awkward atmosphere at the scene was no longer so silent. Her smile reappeared on Su Qingxue's face. She chuckled and introduced: "Wang Meng, this is Zhou Lingxiao, and she is also a new disciple. As for this is our senior sister Wu Fu."

Zhou Lingxiao was naturally the woman who spoke unrestrainedly just now, and Wu Fu was the old disciple who was responsible for taking Su Qingxue and others.

Zhou Lingxiao has an average appearance, but her cheekbones are a little high, which gives people a sarcastic feeling. As for Wu Fu's facial features, they still have no way to compare with Su Qingxue. The two have the same temperament, both of which are of the same iceberg beauty type temperament.

Wang Meng nodded to the two of them. He could see that they didn't want to shake hands with him, and he was too lazy to do those superficial articles, just nodding slightly.

"Brother-in-law, I heard that you are a physical practitioner, is it true? Some people also said that you had endured the palm of Taoist Master Haokang. That palm had the power of the first level of the origin, but you were not hurt at all." Sun Linglong chirped like a little sparrow and kept screaming.

Wang Meng nodded with a smile. Among these three women, Sun Linglong is the most likable.

"Wow! Physical cultivation, people in the world say that it is difficult to find one of the 100 people. I didn't expect that I actually saw a physical cultivation." Sun Linglong said in amazement.

"So what about physical cultivation? Throughout history, how many physical cultivation can achieve great Tao? There is still a world of difference between physical cultivation and Tao cultivation."

A disharmonious voice sounded, and four people came from afar. The person who was talking was the man surnamed Zhao that Wang Meng had met yesterday.

The other three are the man surnamed Li, Song Jianying, who disappeared early in the morning, and another man he didn't know.

"Who are you? When is the physical cultivation worse than Taoism?"

Sun Linglong pinched her waist with both hands and actually took the initiative to argue for Wang Meng.

"That's Wang Kun." Peng Liang said to Wang Meng in a low voice.

In fact, Peng Liang could guess without saying that Wang Meng. After all, although these four people seemed to be walking side by side, Song Jianying and the other two were half a position behind the man, which was a very telling problem.

"Wang Kun, why are you here?"

Wu Fu said to Wang Kun.

"Yesterday Zhao Yixiong returned to the room and told me that a new man named Wang Meng was a little arrogant, so he came over to see what kind of confidence a person who could not practice dared to be so arrogant." Wang Kun said lightly.

Wang Kun is tall, wearing a white robe and a blue cloth strip on his head, looking really handsome.

Then he turned to look at Wang Fugui: "Your name is Wang Meng?"

He did this on purpose, just to humiliate Wang Meng.

Wang Fugui shook his head like a rattle.

"What's the matter with me?"

Wang Meng took a step forward and spoke faintly.

Wang Kun finally put his eyes on Wang Meng. He looked at Wang Meng deeply, then sneered: "What's the matter with me looking for you? What's the matter with me? What's the matter with me looking for you? What's the matter with me looking for a waste?"

Wang Kun said three questions in a row, each with a strong sense of humiliation.

"Senior brother, you're a bit too much." Su Qingxue stood up from the ground, and she spoke to Wang Kun in a cold voice.

Wang Kun glanced at Su Qingxue, and a stunning flashed in his eyes. Then he quickly restrained it. He slowly said, "Are you the waste's wife? Believe me, if you leave him, that waste is not worthy of you."

Su Qingxue snorted coldly, turning a deaf ear to Wang Kun's words.

"Wang Kun, what do you want to do?"

Peng Liang stepped between Wang Meng and Wang Kun, and said with a dark face as if it were a pot.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to see what that waste looks like. Now I see it, it's okay."

Wang Kun sneered and turned around and left without hesitation.

After walking for a few steps, Wang Kun suddenly stopped. He did not turn around and spoke to Peng Liang, "Peng Liang, I will let you go of your disrespect to me just now. If there is another time, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, Wang Kun sneered twice and left here.

Peng Liang's face became increasingly ugly. He had long been disgusted with Wang Kun's arrogant and domineering appearance, but he did not dare to say anything more because he was not a match for Wang Kun, and he could only tolerate it many times under Wang Kun's provocation.

Soon, the elder who guided his disciples to practice Qi faster and better came. What disappointed Wang Meng was that the elder did not teach anything useful. After saying a few casual words, he left, allowing the students present to understand it themselves.

These disciples were really obedient, sitting on the ground in a well-like manner and starting to practice qi into their bodies.

Wang Meng could not reveal that he could practice this thing in front of everyone, he could only be like a silly big man standing there.

When Su Qingxue saw Wang Meng's image of being defeated, she immediately laughed, and the flowers were trembling. Not only Wang Meng, but even those who had been secretly observing Su Qingxue were all looking straight.

At this moment, bursts of screams kept ringing from a distance.

"What's going on?"

Wang Meng asked Peng Liang.

"Wang Ning is here!"
Chapter completed!