A white wedding dress, holy, pure, noble, her slightly exposed calf, wearing sparkling flesh. Silk, a pair of crystal shoes is her foil from head to foot, are clean, perfect matchless.

Dream like a flower, as the leader of a peak, she seldom dresses herself so delicately. Once dressed up, she is just like an immortal. As soon as she appears, all the female disciples can't help but stare at it. That's a shame.

"No wonder Chen Jiu is indifferent to us. Seeing Master's beauty, we can't compare it with each other!" At this moment, many female disciples were convinced that they had lost.

"Flowers, let's go!" Chen Jiusheng took...