As the protagonist, Ling Feng's speed of receiving information is still very fast and tiring. Most people accept so many swordsmanship in their minds at once, it must be a rhythm that is overwhelmed, but our protagonist will not! He quickly went through all the sword techniques and rushed to the wonderful artistic conception of the mysterious sword energy inside... In an instant, all the despair about the future immediately turned into hope.
right! Being targeted is a shame! What you get is real!
right! The ancient tomb faction is scared! Knowledge is the point!
right! Ice sculptures are scary! If being Grandma Sun had so many sword skills to learn—
elder brother! willing! meaning! ah!
Ling Feng saluted immediately as if he had found a treasure, and quickly retreated.
Yes, brother is going to study! The other brothers don't care about hahahahaha!
The last protagonist is such an optimist who does not hold grudges, loves justice and is not afraid of being beaten...
After giving Xiao'er a thumbs up in his heart, Gu Bai watched Ling Feng go away with admiring eyes, until his back disappeared outside the wide palace gate.
The next moment, his waist was strangled by the magic horse, and he was still tightening his feet, so he suddenly drew his attention back.
Damn it, I forgot about being a pervert.
Well, it's not that I forgot... Damn, I wish I had forgotten.
Gu Bai turned his head expressionlessly, and met the ... four eyes that were wrapped around him.
Qi Guan Rui leaned closer, spat out the snake letter, and licked the tip of his nose.
"Brother... shall we ride?"
"… ride."
So, this pleasant night passed beautifully like this.
Qi Guan Rui: "Very happy..."
Gu Bai: "...Damn!"
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The disciples on Tianxiao Mountain were keenly aware of the change in the atmosphere.
In the past, everyone was very serious and each practiced their own. Occasionally, they came to discuss each other when they were interested, but generally they were very calm and calm. It can be said that the whole mountain has become an ice hole.
Now, although it is still very serious and calm, it is still an ice cave, but in this ice cave, there are two more bright colors, so that the ancestor of Tianxiaoshan, who had not seen a glance in the past few years, Now you can often see it, let them admire it.
— that's great! It can stimulate everyone's enthusiasm too much!
Today, I still see the ancestor!
Yes, on the top of the mountain, in front of the main hall, there were two grown men and a young boy staying there.
The current situation is that the big ones are instructing the small ones, and the small ones are practicing hard.
This makes people have to praise:
"Wow—Junior Brother Lingfeng is so hardworking!"
"Hey—they are so harmonious!"
"Oh—I really want to be taught by my ancestors!"
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But in fact
Ling Feng was wearing tights, holding a long sword, and sweat was rolling down his body.
There was a tank of water on his head—that’s right, a tank, two hundred-jin sandbags on his legs, and a five-hundred-jin epee in his hand.
Ling Feng: Hehe, do you think brother is very sharp now? Regardless of whether we have it or not, I have it anyway. So heavy! What a pit brother this is...
—Actually, Ling Feng is a hard-working little man, but he never expected that he would have to work so hard. Of course he is not incapable of suffering, but he is very worried! He is only thirteen years old and under such pressure, can he really grow into a mighty and majestic man with a height of 1.8 meters and arms that can run a horse! Very worried!
But there is no way.
Repression by force.
Beep beep.
Ling Feng glanced stealthily at the ice sculpture and the snake, and silently looked away.
Practice! Can't you...
At this moment, Ling Feng was practicing his sword.
What kind of practice
The performance is that the feet must stand firm (→ this is no problem under the action of sandbags), the arms must be straight (→ yingying), the head must not move and the expression must be correct (→ bitter face), and then he has to swing down. sword.
First, Ling Feng raised his right leg and raised his heavy sword;
Then, the right leg fell, and the epee fell;
And then... "Boom!"
The right foot stepped on the ground and the mountains shook.
If the arm is weak, it has to be split into a straight line.
The tank on the head can't leak water, isn't it
Ling Feng took a deep breath.
In other words, how many swords did he slash today... is it? It probably seems to be... oh, he has to chop a few swords today... Come on? Ahaha... seems to be... thirty thousand... swords? Still short of... 20,000 #%# swords...
Indefinitely far away...
— By the way, how did brother get reduced to this point
While chopping, Ling Feng was in a daze with a blank expression.
Yes, thirty thousand swords.
I heard that in ancient times (not), it was still a different dimension world (hehe). There used to be an outstanding swordsman in the place of the gods. You can make every sword extremely refined, and then learn countless sword techniques, and finally you can merge them into one furnace, and condense your own extremely powerful and self-created sword techniques.
That's what the ancestor Tianxiao told Ling Feng earlier.
Ling Feng believed it.
He felt that the ancestor had a very reliable face! And so serious! You must be obedient! And what he said made sense too! People who used to practice calligraphy could wash pens and wash a pool of black water. He practiced the basics every day.
It sounds like this must be the right way to practice!
Afterwards, when the crocks...sandbags...epees all came, Ling Feng's claws became numb.
He felt that he might be on a pirate ship.
Although he still thinks that Patriarch Tianxiao is a very upright person, he can't help but love his mount too much! That Uncle Qi Guan! Believe it or not, I will challenge you one-on-one when I have achieved something!
Qi Guan Rui: One-on-one, my brother and I one-on-one against you, and in the future you can one-on-one against both of us.
Ling Feng_(:зゝ∠)_
Thus, the hard-working sword practice began like this.
And, it looks like it's going to stay that way.
It's been... two months now.
Seeing Ling Feng's speed getting slower and slower, Qi Guan Rui's figure appeared behind him.
Surging malice swept from behind—
Ling Feng's already blurred vision immediately became clear: "!!!!!!!!!"
Fuck it again? ! !
He felt that a long leg from behind had kicked his ass, and suddenly his legs went limp, and he threw himself forward.
Lingfeng Σ( ° △ °||)
You can't leave your sword, you can't leave your hand, or you'll be beaten! Hold on tight!
The sandbag is pressing on the leg, why is it swollen? This is the rhythm of falling and disfiguring it!
The tank on the top of the head—wait a minute, it’s going to be smashed, Nima is so tired to drag the sandbag to pick another tank!
Countless thoughts ran through Ling Feng's mind in an instant, and finally they all turned into one sentence: Brother! awful! up!
However, after being abused many times as the protagonist, he would not make a second mistake under normal circumstances. In the midst of this flash, he twisted suddenly, thrust his epee into the ground, and quickly raised his other hand, taking the water When the tank was removed, I saw that both of them were stable, and not even a drop of water leaked out. However, at this moment, his entire body was castrated, and he could no longer control his legs. After struggling, he tried his best to turn around, but he couldn't help himself, and suddenly fell...
Well, face down.
Ling Feng lay on the ground for three seconds, then bent his arms, supported the ground, and slowly got up.
He turned away.
Bloody face.
Ling Feng: Count it up, how many times has your face been disfigured? Oh, there are probably too many to count. On average, I always destroy it once, twice or three times a day.
My heart is broken.
Ling Feng felt that his whole body was plunged into darkness.
Yes, the background is all dusty!
I don't want to get up! Get up and suffer again! Can you let me mend this broken glass heart a little bit!
Brother was originally a handsome guy, okay
Why does the horse always have to face the ground and be disfigured!
Of course, in the world of self-cultivation, it is basically impossible to disfigure one's face unless one is given such a strange force.
Just when Ling Feng was silently doubting his own life, in front of him, two slender white fingers clamped a porcelain bottle and handed it over.
In the porcelain bottle, what is in full bloom is the professional beauty and whitening ointment.
That's right, every time you are disfigured, you only need to rub it hot, and it will heal in seconds!
But Ling Feng isn't hi Sen at all!
Instead, he was still trembling!
For God's sake...
Because the person who handed him the ointment was the one who kicked him!
Ling Feng cried just thinking about it.
This Uncle Qi Guan, for some reason, is so keen to kick him down when he is in a daze, and insists on letting him face the ground. Fall! It's like fattening a pig and killing it, it's too tragic!
Many times, Ling Feng was silently wondering about one thing - could it be that Uncle Qi Guan hated him for being too handsome? He was wronged! Could it be his fault for being too handsome? fall! Uncle Qi Guan, you are also very handsome!
#Man's Jealousy#
Also scary based on appearance.
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Ling Feng thought so, and deeply believed in his guess.
However, it is useless to guess more, the situation is stronger than people.
Ling Feng took a deep breath, took the ointment, ran to the water tank with tears, and used the water in it to wash his face and rub the medicine to repair the injury.
Fortunately... This time it's just that the nose is a little crooked, the eyes are a little swollen, and the teeth haven't fallen out...
On the other side, Gu Bai looked at Qi Guan Rui who was walking back with a smile, his eyes were slightly tangled.
The first thought was: The pervert seems like a happy mockup.
Second thought is...
The child's face was smashed, is there still time to get better