"Is that him?" Li Yujiao stopped and pointed.

The monk in yellow turned around when he heard the voice, but he was a handsome young monk. He was young, with red lips and white teeth, and an elegant and free style.

He titheted, smiled slightly and said: "The little monk Xinjue, I have seen the female donor... is it you?"

He recognized Li Muchan.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master Xinjue, you are so polite!"

"Punch me!" Xinjue's face darkened, he stepped in front of Li Muchan, and punched him.

"Presumptuous!" The sword light flashed from Li Yujiao's waist, and the sky was enveloped in cold light.

He suddenly retreated, turned his fist into a finger, and flicked it lightly.

"Ding..." Li Yujiao's sword light suddenly dimmed, and she frowned and stared at Xinjue.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Junior Sister Li, this is the Xinjue Master of Landa Temple. You cannot be offended."

He added: "This is Junior Sister Li Yujiao from Saint Xuefeng."

Xinjue rushed to Li Yujiao and said, "It turns out to be Miss Li. I'm rude."

Li Yujiao frowned and said calmly: "Why did you sneak attack on Senior Brother Zhanran? Can the people of Landuo Temple be unreasonable?"

When he talked to Li Muchan, he was like a little girl. When he met other people, he immediately changed into a different person, with a stern face, indifferent and calm.
Chapter completed!