Qingyi is not as good as Hongbo! Fan Xian is not an ordinary person, so of course he knows the power of it. He just thinks it is strange that Hongbo did not move Haitang, and even made Haitang show his face a big face.

Why is this?

Is it really as Yan Bingyun said that he is his own person?

Who would he be?

Fan Xian thought of Wuzhu, but he didn't know where he had gone. Could it be that he went to the temple to fight again.

However, this absurd idea was immediately rejected by Fan Xian.

"It's not my own weird uncle."

Fan Xian shook his head.

He knew Wuzhu's ability. Perhaps Wuzhu was a killing machine and a talented person. But he was not sure that he could escape unstoppable after defeating the great masters.

When he thought of Kuhe avoiding the world in shame, he felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

"No one in Northern Qi can stop Duoduo and me."

There was a crabapple flower next to the table, which was blooming very beautifully tonight. Fan Xian was so stunning that he couldn't help but whisper.

Mr. Xiaoyan looked at Fan Xian talking to himself over there, and hurriedly turned his head and pretended not to hear it.

Fan Xian knew that he had just lost his composure, so he shut up and sighed with a self-deprecating sigh.

He didn't know why he could still think of this at this time. Could it be that his longing for Haitang has already...

Silence for a long time.

"He is a Heavenly Vein!" Young Master Xiaoyan broke the embarrassment.

Fan Xian's pupils were slightly tight, and he didn't believe that there was a person with the heavenly vein in this world.

However, he thought of the temple. He believed that there were temples in this world.

"Temple, what kind of thing are you?" Fan Xian rubbed his temples.

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"The temple is not something!" Da Hongpao suddenly raised his head and said such an inexplicable sentence.

"The temple is just a spiritual sustenance. Most people in the world think that there are gods in heaven. However, one person told me that the temple is not something."

My little finger was holding a vase and playing like a child.

His index finger sat at the door, lowering his head carelessly, like a deaf and mute man, hearing nothing.

When the middle finger heard the voice of Dahongpao, he snorted coldly, extremely impatient.

He held the "Ban Xianzhai" with his ring finger and read it carefully.

"That person taught me the sword technique for a day." Da Hongpao changed into a more comfortable position and continued.

"He told me that anything can be used as a weapon. He also told me that you can't defeat your opponent with confidence and skills. Killing people is the same as Pupaijiu, which requires a little luck."

The middle finger looked at Dahong Pao who looked like an idiot, and there was a feeling of contempt between her eyebrows.

He stroked the wooden sword in his hand. Only at this time can he calm down the resentment in his heart and the resentment towards Dahongpao.

Dahongpao buried her head deep in her legs, squatting on a stool barefoot, looking a little funny.

"I know, you've always been very dissatisfied with me."

"You are wondering, why isn't you the one who duels with Sigujian? Why didn't you find Ye Liuyun first before me?"

Who is Dahongpao referring to?

In fact, everyone already understands it.

Suddenly, the atmosphere was a little subtle. It was not a dangerous smell, but a terrifying smell of blood!

Just like a piranha who smelled blood, her little finger stopped playing with the toy in her hand, and a baby's face showed an inconsistent viciousness.

The ring finger of the book also raised his head and looked at Dahongpao in a little surprised.

But his index finger was still lowered his head and had no reaction. It was like his face was paralyzed and he ignored him.

"Yes! I believe I can do what you do." Zhongzhi couldn't suppress the jealousy in his heart, staring at Dahongpao's face with a ferocious face, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and he roared like a catharsis. The wooden sword in his hand actually made a "whimper" sound like a sword sound.

"Because my luck is better than you." Dahongpao's three chins squeezed together, and it was obvious that he was smiling.

After hearing this, the sword energy that had just condensed with his middle finger was suddenly removed. He couldn't admit it, and Dahongpao's luck was indeed better than him.

"There is another point, I don't like others staring at my face. I stare at me like an idiot. Please remember it in the future."

Dahongpao squinted her eyes and laughed, her words softly, and it felt like a relaxed chat.

But the middle finger clearly saw that there was a needle hidden in his smiling eyes, a very thin needle.

The middle finger suddenly felt fear, and he remembered what Dahongpao said just now.

"Anything can be used as a weapon..."

Dahongpao's weapon is a needle, or his eyes.

The middle finger suddenly coughed repeatedly, as if he wanted to cough out all the resentment in his heart. But what he coughed out was not the resentment, but blood. His heart was stabbed by a needle.

Pain! Injury! Cold!

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A temple is a kind of spiritual sustenance, because of the temple, people have hope.

Spiritual sustenance is something that is difficult to explain.

It can help humans overcome diseases, and can also build confidence for humans in times of crisis. It can also stimulate humans' endless potential.

Human beings believe in the existence of God. Therefore, what God gives to human beings is the best.

Because of the temple, no matter how bad the practice of practicing martial arts is, they will be practiced day and night by martial arts.

There is a road in the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and the sea of ​​knowledge is endless and hard to make a boat.

This is how you do culture, and of course, it is how you learn martial arts.

However, humans never despise vulgar things, thinking that it is not just a rookie who turns into a phoenix when it falls on the branches.

Wrong, very wrong!

A hundred times of tempering into steel! Iron blood casts soul!

This is true for reading and martial arts.

The most vulgar martial arts can become a dragon and phoenix on earth if you practice it for ten years.

This is the understanding of the Nine-Level Yue as the Grand Master.

Tens of thousands of people learned martial arts, and there were only five people who could understand this truth back then.

Now……

When Dahongpao thought of this, she smiled proudly.

He forgot the same action he had done repeatedly for three consecutive years. He also forgot that he suffered a lot for this action.

This action is to draw the sword! It seems to be very simple to draw the sword!

Drawing the sword like lightning!

Drawing the sword in one thousandth of a second!

He drew his sword in one thousandth of a second and practiced for three years! He drew his sword incessantly! In the past three years, he only did this one move.

Because, he is an idiot. So he succeeded!

Because he was an idiot, he defeated Sigu Jian with one move.

Because he is an idiot, he set a rule of one hundred thousand taels of golden sword.

Others think that it is because of his strength, and there is no need to take a second move.

But……

Only he knows why...

He knew he had only one move! By the time of the second move, he had become a dead person.

Will the dead draw their swords for the second time?

Of course not, even idiots won't!

Dahongpao snapped his fingers and said softly: "Go!"

Xiaojie hurriedly asked, "Where to go? (Master--!!!)?"

"kill!"

"Who to kill?"
Chapter completed!