A figure flew backwards, like a rubber ball rolling on the ground, sticking to the snow, rolling down the mountain layer by layer.

Qin Baoyu was stunned.

"idiot."

Xia Tian yawned lazily, feeling very boring.

Qin Baoyu looked at Xia Tian with admiration, and now he really wanted to get acquainted: "That Yan Zimo has at least practiced to the level of Xing Feizheng, and he was knocked away by your punch. You are too powerful, let's make friends

How about it, friend?"

Xia Tian naturally refused: "I'm not interested. I told you earlier. You are not qualified to be my friend."

"Don't say that. Although I, Qin Baoyu, am not a powerful person, I still have the cultivation level of the Golden Core Stage, so I am not even qualified to be friends."

Qin Shubao smiled and looked at Xia Tian a few more times, "I think your cultivation level is only around the Golden Core stage, right?"

Another figure appeared on the top of the snow mountain. Looking at the graceful figure, you knew it was a woman. She smiled and answered Qin Baoyu's words: "This has nothing to do with cultivation. He simply doesn't want to be friends with men. He only makes friends with women."

A friend, and it must be a beautiful woman, such as me."

Xia Tian glanced at this woman and felt that she looked familiar, but was too lazy to recall who it was and said: "You are not beautiful at all, and you are not qualified to be my friend."

The woman was a little unhappy, pouted, and said coquettishly: "Say Xia Tian, ​​after all, we are friends of life and death, you really don't give me any face."
Chapter completed!