[One meter of yellow sand] Deep in the desert. The desert sand is like snow, and the long river is full of sunset.

Shenwu Mountain.

The young man Tang Chen is extremely beautiful and has a deep gaze. The young girl Jiang Xueting is wearing a white robe and her clothes are fluttering.

Before they knew it, the two of them stood in front of Molu, Shenwu Mountain for a day.

The wind was howling. Jiang Xueting pouted her red mouth, and she pulled away the long hair that was tangled by the wind.

"The annoying desert wind, this is the 999th time? Humph."

She raised the mallet with some anger. "Bang!"

"Ah!!" Tang Chen screamed and woke up from his understanding immediately.

Flip your fingers.

"You, what are you doing?" He looked down and saw the tip of his left index finger~. He was actually smashed to pieces.

…Thin as thin as a cicada’s wings~.

"Hiss~." Ten fingers connect the heart, heart-wrenching pain.

"Hot, cold and heat, every year, I slim swing. The clear water of the mountains and clear rain, the smoke. The song is so beautiful, the beauty of the moon. The snow drums and clouds are covered with snow. The wilderness of the south geese live in the deserted reeds, and the sparse willows are noisy in the autumn cicadas. I still meet the noble men and smile when I bow my waist and be willing to be pitied by the children. Guo Tai rafts, and the plum rain is hanging in half; the mountain waves ride on horseback, and the fence is connected to the fence and look at the apricot blossom sky."

Tang Chen hurriedly recited the formula of the [Pingshui Thirty Fingers·Precisely].

The tip of the index finger of the left hand is as fast as before with the naked eye.

Tang Chen was a little nervous and sensed the recovery of blood vessels again.

"Uh?" Tang Chen was stunned.

A trace of power actually emerged from the tip of the index finger of the left hand.

Surprise! This is an absolute surprise. A big surprise! This is the power that truly belongs to Tang Chen.

This thread of power is nothing worse than the power of the right fingertip [Pingshui San Finger · Delete].

Even more than a little bit stronger.

"Is it because [Pingshui 30 fingers·Precise] is more domineering than [Pingshui 30 fingers·Delete]?"

Tang Chen thought about it and followed the situation to sense the power of the right fingertips [Pingshui San Fingers · Delete].

"Uh? Hiss--, isn't it a little bit stronger? Then break it and then stand it?"

Tang Chen's eyes bloomed with a brilliant look. It was extremely dazzling.

Swish! Glazed at Jiang Xueting.

Jiang Xueting was not showing any weakness and arrogantly fiddled with the small wooden mallet.

The small wooden hammer is quite heavy. However, Jiang Xueting is [Dawuhou] and still has the strength to do it.

She pretended to be relaxed and looked down on Tang Chen.

"Are you not convinced? Do you want to have another hammer?"

Jiang Xueting threatened without any concealment.

Tang Chen nodded and raised his left middle finger.

"you!!"

Jiang Xueting was furious.

He grabbed Tang Chen's palm and pressed it to the ground. "Bang" and "Bang" two hammers.

Not only the tips of the middle finger of the left hand, but also the tips of the index fingers flattened together.

"Ah! Hiss~~.Yoyo."

Tang Chen suppressed the pain and blew cold sweat.

"Bada" and "Bada" dripped on the blue-gold stone floor, smashing a pool of water stains.

"Ah, ah, ah~. It hurts. Hi, hey, hey..."

After Jiang Xueting smashed it, she also regretted it very much.

After all, even your heart hurts.

She hurriedly took out her handkerchief for Tang Chen to wipe it.

Tang Chen's lips were pale and bloodless, his eyes were unconscious, but he held back and said nothing.

He trembled and said, "【Pings and Thousands of Fresh Fingers】; Poetry, hexagrams, lines, swallows lead orioles, morning bells and evening drums, wild food, mountain food, pheasants, square milk, magpie's nest, fierce tiger god mastiff, sparse stars float on the leaves, bright moon on the pine branches. For the country, since ancient times, corals have been promoted, and now they are ashamed of. Guan Bao knows each other, and can make friends with obsessed with the shape of rubber paint; Lin Lian has a gap, and finally dies of life and death."

The upper end of the middle finger of the left hand was swaying. Blood flowed, and the fingertips suddenly raised, as intact as before.

Tang Chen did not delay, stared at the index finger of his left hand and chanted the [Pingshui Thirty Fingers·Precisely] mental formula.

After a moment, the index finger of the left hand returned to its original state.

"Sure." Tang Chen then exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath.

It hurt so much just now. The inner lip has been bitten.

"Ah. It's bleeding." Jiang Xueting saw bloody stains leaking from the corner of Tang Chen's mouth.

He was very frightened, his face turned red, and he lowered his head embarrassedly.

The joke was a bit too much.

Tang Chen felt the strength increased a little more when he felt the two fingertips of his left hand.

I couldn't help but sigh: "It's so fast to practice like this. It's worth suffering. Xiuxiu! Damn bird! Humph... torture you! Xiuxiu your doomsday is here. My tribe, my Ye Mengmeng..."

But when I think back to it just now.

The feeling of pain is still lingering fear.

Rushing, cold sweat burst out from his head again. "Ba" and "Ba" dripping on the ground.

Jiang Xueting happened to lower her head and looked up and thought Tang Chen was still in pain.

I felt ashamed and regretful. I took out my handkerchief to help Tang Chen wipe it.

Tang Chen stretched out his thumb with his right hand and shook it in front of Jiang Xueting's eyes.

Jiang Xueting immediately got angry again with a little bad temper. "Praise me! What? Do you provoke this goddess? Answering 'No', I will spare you."

She stared at Tang Chen angrily, and she seemed to be dying at any time, choosing someone to eat.

"Smash! Bang~. Thumb tip..., come on." Tang Chen said nodding to Jiang Xueting.

Full of expectations.

But in Jiang Xueting's eyes, Tang Chen's appearance is undoubtedly despised!

Contempt and contempt.

Why didn't she get angry?

Jiang Xueting's pink face was frosted and shouted: "Don't you give me a face? Don't think you are handsome and have a good appearance. I'm reluctant to throw you. Humph! This goddess can't hit you to death..."

Swish! Jiang Xueting's hand rises and falls—

Bang.

"Um--" Tang Chen closed his mouth tightly and held back the severe pain in his thumb.

He recited in his heart quickly: "Family and country, public security, landlords and heavenly officials, Kan men and women, Zhou Gao Yin Pan. Three and three warm, nine and nine cold. He made up the bags and bullets. The sound of ancient walls is round, and the cranes are shadows on the pavilion. Swallows come out by the curtain and spring is silent, and the orioles hear the mist on the pillow. The willows float, and the blue doors are returned to the blue door in the evening; the rain of flowers passes, and the moon is bright and the people lean on the jade railing."

It is the upper end of the right thumb, [Pingshui San Finger·Han Jue] The formula for the heart method.

After a moment, the pain was still there, but the thumb of the right hand was as intact as before.

"Give you this little broken hammer back. Woooo~ Woooo."

Jiang Xueting was crying, with beautiful double eyelids and big eyes, and her long eyelashes were covered with crystal tears.

"Male God! I can't control my emotions. You still always anger me. You are a bad silver and a big bad guy."

"Swish~~." Tang Chen couldn't help laughing.

He took the small wooden hammer and put it in his arms.

He comforted him: "It's something that many people in the Kongtong Sect can't expect from being hit by a goddess. I, Tang Chen, have a great honor. Thank you, Jiang Xueting."

"Really?" Jiang Xueting knew that Tang Chen was comforting. She still said, "You bad silver, are you lying to me. If you say 'no', I will spare you. Say it quickly."

"Hahaha. Let's go, go back. Your sword is still in front of the White Crane Palace. I'm late to go back, will it be lost?"

Tang Chen raised his eyebrows of Fengyu Liuyan. Jiang Xueting couldn't help but lose her mind for a moment.

Then he suddenly exclaimed.

"My [Moon-cutting Sword]!!"

She took out the small dark chain, injected her true energy, and grabbed Tang Chen's arm.

The black light is bright and bright.
To be continued...