C137 The Little Fairy King of the Buddha

"Meng Xuan, you sure are impressive!" A cold voice sounded, carrying a hint of ridicule. Meng Xuan slowly turned around and looked behind him.

Two people slowly walked in, a man and a woman.

The female cultivator wore a long purple dress, and her body was slender and full. She was as arrogant as a swan. She raised her chin and looked at Meng Xuan with a faint smile. It was the snow of the past