Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Old lady Yu sharpened her eyes, and shot at the old man Bai like a sword like a sword!

Bai Longyin stalked his neck, forced to look at her without looking straight, stretched out his hand to take a few pieces of drawing paper from Uncle Wu, and gave it to Yan Yikuan with a reserved smile.

"Brother-in-law, look, this is Haitang's hand-painted graffiti, a newly-designed clothing sketch. With this spirit, are you willing to bury it?"

"Furthermore, Haitang is a diligent and studious child, and he has a very high comprehension! What's more rare is that he can sit still and be determined to learn!"

The old man's eyes shone, and he compared two fingers.

"Just give me two years, no, one year, I will definitely ask her to emerge in the literary world and earn a place!"

Old Mrs. Yu knocked the lid of the teacup lightly in her hand, and Mrs. Bai immediately shut up, staring at her without turning his head.

Old Mrs. Yu looked funny, coughed lightly, and from the corner of her eyes she focused on the two people who were on the court.

"You old fellow, the apprentice I'm looking at first, you have to come here too, and you are not afraid of exhausting your child."

Bai Longyin listened to his wife's tone loosening, turned his head in surprise, and hit the snake with the stick!

"A combination of civil and martial arts is considered a talent. I will not delay your teaching apprentices. Let's teach together and teach a good apprentice with Yunwen and Yunwu. This life will also be considered an explanation."

The guests listened to the old couple's play with their ears upright, and they couldn't help but look at Su Haitang with admiration.

It's not something ordinary people can do to get into the eyes of these old couples, vying for an official apprenticeship.

"Ah! Be careful!"

"mean!"

"Bullying the small with the big! Also attacked with a whip!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of screams and curses, attracting everyone's attention.

Du Feishuang had already held the whip in his hand, and shook it with all his strength. The whip was like a red snake that chose to eat, spitting out the snake's fangs at Su Haitang!

If this is thrown a whip, it would be great!

The guests were in an uproar, all squeezing a cold sweat for Su Haitang, who fled and dodged in embarrassment.

"Auntie, save Pearl!"

Yan Fangqiong's compulsive composure could not be maintained, and suddenly panicked, crying dimly to Tulip for help.

"What is it!"

Old Mrs. Yu's face was condensed, she let out a deep drink and stopped Feng Qingning, who was embarrassed and wanted to save.

"Old sister, Feishhuang, this child also met an opponent, and he was very interested. She has a sense of measure under her hand..."

Feng Qingning couldn't speak as soon as Tulip's palm was lifted.

Feng Qingning frowned and looked at the apprentice who seemed to be hitting a real fire on the court, and felt dissatisfied.

Feishhuang is not such an unstable temper, could it be that Begonia tricked him? Otherwise how could she last so long!

Tulip ignored the people with different expressions, shouted "Begonia go on", and threw out the half-meter long stick that was leaning next to the chair.

"Sister, this gun is sinking!" Bai Jing enjoyed watching first, and when he saw grandma throwing weapons to support him, he hurriedly reminded him!

Su Haitang rolled around in embarrassment, able to avoid a whip that was drawn with the sound of the wind, reached out and took the gun.

It's quite heavy, but why is it so short?

Cold weapon battle is about one inch long and one inch strong, and one inch short and one inch dangerous. The long spear is a typical long weapon. The long whip is suitable for the battle, but this wooden stick is not like it!

It's impossible for my uncle to cheat her.

Su Haitang smashed a carp, with a handful of weapons, when he blocked the vigorously attacking whip, the tiger's mouth was shaken.

However, she found the trick, held the stick in both hands and flicked, Cangcang shot out a long spear, and stab Feishuang!

Feishhuang's long whip shook, and the spirit snake wrapped around the gun body, and screamed "let go"!

Su Haitang leaped forward two steps along the vigorous force, turned over the spear that was firmly strangled by the whip, tapped his toes, kicked at the door of Feishuang, and stepped heavily on the tip of the spear!

There was a few clangs, the spear was wrapped around the whip and fell to the ground, and the reverberation kept reverberating in the room.

Su Haitang panted violently and landed on one knee, looking up at Feishuang, whose face was blue and ugly, slowly standing up, clasping his fists and saluting.

"Concession!"