"Which dead ghost? The principal is back! Where is the other person? Where is it!" Kui Mulang jumped up from the bed and knocked his head accidentally.
"It's in my shop. Everything is fine. See you in the evening." "Don't worry, I promise to shake the sky!" Kui Mulang dropped the phone, shaved and went out happily. It has been two years, everyone since Feng left I haven't gotten together, I'm so excited.
"These are all you owe us. At least one person has a glass!" Kui Mulang took a large stack of glasses and filled them with wine. "Look, have a look. Even Xinyue Fox is from the east. You ran back, don’t you have to drink it all?" Kui Mulang’s appeal is indeed great, or Feng’s return is a bit exciting. The twenty-eight nights in the south and the north of the sea have actually received a call since the morning. Rushing back, gathered at their base camp as soon as the night fell.
"This...this is more than twenty glasses of wine." Feng looked helplessly at the twenty glasses in front of him. "Are you trying to cheat me?" I'm so happy to see so many brothers and sisters, but it doesn't need to be so good. Isn't it just disappearing for two years
"Dare to quibble! Anyone who quibbles has to respect you a bottle!" Jing Muyan also drank a bit too big, and walked slowly holding the bottle. "Who, who told you kid to leave without saying goodbye! Come on, old man, old man respects you!" He said while holding two cups and didn't look at how much wine was spilled, he squeezed his own into Feng's hand.
Forget it, I really owe them. In the past two years, the brothers have not been so happy. Feng Yi thought of those who came up to this point and refused. This time, he was already dizzy, and then he didn't know anything.
"Let's talk about it, what have you done in the past two years?" It was already the next afternoon when everyone was sitting and chatting together. The wine was almost awake, and the house was cleaned by Tang Meng. She was the first to sober up, if twelve o'clock in the afternoon would be considered early.
"Well, I went to Mohe, met Ji Haifeng in Laojingou, and learned martial arts by the way. Then I went to Gu Sect to take a look." Feng said very briefly, and he has experienced a lot in the past two years. , The change in temperament is particularly obvious.
"I said why you have a sword aura in your body that is like nothing. It turns out that you have learned martial arts. Have you learned Ji Haifeng's nine demon sword styles?" As soon as Dou Muqi walked in the door yesterday, he felt something wrong with Feng. The principal is a scholar who does not know martial arts. Is this Feng a fake? If it hadn't been for the familiar breath of Feng, he really wouldn't dare to confirm it.
"Nine styles of the demon sword, um, I have learned it all. I also learned pupil skills when I was in the Gu Sect." Feng confessed honestly.
Dou Muqi made a sudden action without warning. The first hand was a vicious lock of the throat. There were countless shadows hanging on the net between his fingers and attacking Feng's throat tenderness. The thunderous speed made the others jump. Feng did not hurriedly raised his hand, which was able to hit Dou Mu Hao's wrist, easily dispelling this ultimate move, turning his palm into a knife, cutting across Dou Mu Ha's arm bones, and pushing the knife to save his heart. , Cleaver gathers thunder, thirteen knives in a row between clouds and flowing water.
"Okay!" Dou Muxie yelled, and the offensive was more than twice as fast. Feng's hand knife couldn't accurately cut to his key points. Instead, Feng slashed Dou Muxie's body with a single knife, causing his arm to faintly ache. .
"Stop fighting!" Feng closed his hands and sat down. "You are too powerful at all. You can't fight at all." Dou Mu Hao's King Kong's defense is rare in the world, and his hand knife alone has no effect at all. .
"Sure enough, you have mastered all the nine demon sword styles. I used seven points of strength just now, but you can't stand up, yes, yes." Dou Muxie nodded, "but your inner strength is too weak, and the knife does not represent martial arts. Okay, it seems that you have to practice the same as us." Dou Mulai said with a smirk: "There will be one more person in the morning exercises. Xiao Harrier is your senior."
It turns out that the last person to be trained by Dou Mu Ha Harrier was Su Hai Harrier. At this time, I was happily recalling his own tragic experience. Dou Mu Ha’s training methods were too much for ordinary people. Su Hai Harrier relied on his foundation in Gaobumen Can bear the past, the current body style is different from the past, the speed alone is by no means under the lightning sable.
"It's only seven points of strength, but I have raised kung fu to 100%. Ji Haifeng also said that as long as I learn the nine demon sword styles, I can compete with you." Feng touched his nose with some regret, dare to be a master. It's still a little cabbage in front of me.
"Two years ago, I did not have a chance of winning in front of you, but it is different now." Doumu Hao said proudly: "Besides, can you be a scholar who is a monk and a warrior like us compare? Endurance and strength are not the same. At different levels, martial arts cannot be opportunistic, and the moves can be changed, but the internal strength is a solid foundation and requires hard practice."
Feng still wanted to quibble, Jing Muyan stepped in. Just now, the two of them stopped Jing Muyan and held Feng's pulse. At this time, the diagnosis and treatment was over, and he frowned and said, "Don't tell me, your kung fu Although you have learned well, your bloodline is very messy. Because you don’t have the physical fitness to match it, this set of swords does not hurt you less than the enemy. In addition to exercising more, I have to give you a prescription. Fu Guben Peiyuan’s prescription.” It seems that the statement that Qianmen Master cannot practice martial arts is correct. Feng's pulse is so chaotic that even Jing Muya can't easily judge, and he always feels that there is something he can't grasp.
"There are indeed sayings about five evils and three lacks. Maybe other warriors can escape, but I can't avoid them." Kui Mulang sternly said: "Master, you have our guardian behind you, this A set of kung fu can’t be used easily unless it is necessary.” If a thousand masters practice martial arts forcibly, it will be light to lose their minds, and those who are serious will be killed inexplicably. Brain power and physical power can't be achieved at the same time. What's more, the master of the thousand sects with such outstanding brain power has practiced the nine demon sword styles recognized as the top five in the sword technique.
"I just don't want to drag you back on the battlefield," Feng San said: "Furthermore, I don't feel any serious problems. Don't worry, everyone, I can fight side by side with you."
"This is discipline!" Everyone agreed, "That's it, don't do anything with others casually!" "The minority obey the majority!"
"Well, listen to you. Let's talk about it, what have you done all these years? Did you all herd sheep during my absence?" Feng said half-jokingly. He didn't believe that these guys lived in peace and stability. After two years, let alone, Xinyuehu's gangster, Dou Muxie's little attendant, and Su Hai Harrier, who had been so calm, were the best proof.