Super Elation Under the Sun

Having said this, Chao Fengchen did not rush to the mountain gate, but instead turned to a wooden building. The winds that had already given birth to a lucky escape looked at Chao Fengchen, the big stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground, but again Some concerns.

Chao Fengchen asked, "The little guy before, did you want to teach him swordsmanship?"

The **** donkey was struck by lightning, thinking about how you heard me when I fooled that kid, teaching swordsmanship, do you look like me?

Facing Chao Fengchen, Feng Lu had a natural fear. He didn't know if it was because Chao Fengchen was Chao Qingqiu Jianqi, or because he was originally a demon cultivator.

Anyway, Feng Lu is able to avoid dealing with Chao Fengchen without having to deal with Chao Fengchen.

At this moment, Feng Chen asked Fengchen, Feng Lu said angrily, "I am not teasing him, who knows it's a stunned boy, so he left without paying attention."

He didn't finish this sentence, and he added a sentence to his heart that those who practice swords are crazy.

Chao Fengchen didn't have time to think about what this black donkey was thinking, but just stood here motionless.

Feng Lu asked cautiously: "Chao Daxia, you don't care about the guy who came to demolish the house?"

Chao Hero is the title that Feng Lu has given Chao Fengchen a long time ago, but this is the first time he has called it out.

Chao Fengchen didn't care, but just said with a smile: "A cultivator of the Blue Silk Realm, but with a few swords, let Li Fuyao go through with him first, and finally come one who can make Li Fuyao fight for his life. It's a waste. Not suitable."

Feng Lu swallowed, and only then did he know that Li Fuyao had already returned to the mountain.

Chao Fengchen thought for a while, thinking about turning around and going to the hidden sword building to see the young man who copied the sword scriptures before, but after only a few steps, he thought that Xiaoyi building was knocked on the door by outsiders, and almost all the disciples had arrived at the mountain gate. By the way, where are any disciples in the hidden sword tower.

Chao Fengchen suddenly felt a little boring, how about going to see how hot pot is prepared first?

Thinking of the thing that he had eaten last time, Chao Fengchen smiled, obviously very satisfied.

When he was in a trance, there was a woman trotting in the distance. The woman was holding the scabbard and running in the heavy snow. It was obvious that she was going to the quiet room. Who else could she be if she was not a fish mallard.

After Li Fuyao, Yufu went up the mountain. Knowing the sound of the mountain gate, she chose a small road to enter Xiaoyi Tower. She trot all the way to invite Chao Fengchen. She was somewhat clear about the situation on the mountain.

If the son did not kill the old man before, but instead went up the mountain in a prosperous posture, she might not have been so worried, but she had just killed a monk and had to meet another monk, Yufu would not think about it. Li Fuyao really has a chance.

So the easiest and most direct method is naturally to ask Fengchen to act.

Yu Fu trot all the way. When passing by the wooden building, he looked up and found Chao Fengchen standing in the snow looking at her. Yu Fu was startled, then relaxed, ran towards Chao Fengchen and came to Chao. Before Feng Chen, before he spoke, he heard Chao Fengchen asking: "I remember you are from the south? You did the hot pot that night?"

Yufu nodded, but was very puzzled.

Chao Fengchen smiled and said, "I asked Liu Ning to prepare the ingredients. Now I remember that he is not a southerner. I'm afraid that he is not as delicious as yours. Go to the bamboo house and help."

Since Chao Fengchen spoke, naturally no one would object. Yu Fu thought that it was important for me to find you, but you asked me to prepare hot pot?

Chao Fengchen knew what she was thinking, and said flatly: "Li Fuyao can't die. I'll save him later."

Yufu also keenly caught the key words, wait a moment?

Yu Fu originally thought that Chao Fengchen would have to explain at least this sentence, but he didn't expect that after saying this sentence, Chao Fengchen had no interest in opening his mouth. He continued to turn his head and stand where he was, a little lost. Seems to be thinking about something important.

Even if Yu Fu had doubts, he didn't ask about Chao Fengchen, so he could only ran to the bamboo building, thinking that the son's nineteen was still in the bamboo building, so he had to help him take care of it.

Feng Lu was hesitant to leave with Yufu, but Chao Fengchen quickly looked at him.

Feng Lu smiled awkwardly, "Hao hero, something?"

Chao Fengchen smiled, "The time has come."

Feng Lu is not a stupid donkey. Many people think so. He naturally knows that Chao Fengchen is going to the mountain gate to rescue poor Li Fuyao, but he is also a stupid donkey. He carried him.

Maybe I know it, I've been playing dumb.

But no matter what, Feng Lu did not escape Chao Fengchen's fate of taking him as a mount again.

He walked towards Fengchen to the mountain gate.

The speed is not slow, completely because Feng Lu thought that if he was later, that fool Li Fuyao would be killed.

As he trot, he thought that Li Fuyao would really owe him a favor.

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At the mountain gate, Li Fuyao couldn't dispel the gray man's coveting for the sword nineteen, so he really started his hand, and Li Fuyao, who has been so agitated in the spirit house so far, bit his head, handed out a sword, wind The snowy sky is terrifying.

Many disciples of Xiaoyilou who watched the battle at the mountain gate were fascinated.

The grey-clothed man knew that the swordsman was powerful, and he always stretched out a large distance and responded with vigorous energy. Li Fuyao thought that he should be some wild cultivator. Can't have it.

The monks in Taiqingjing should not be so stubborn.

Sword Qi rolled up a thousand piles of snow, and Li Fuyao had already established prestige in front of countless Xiaoyilou disciples. I believe that someone will meet him Li Fuyao in the future, and he will always salute him sincerely.

It's just that the premise of all this must be based on Li Fuyao's ability to survive today, otherwise it is not a salute, and he can only mourn on his grave in the future.

In the wind and snow, Li Fuyao disappeared from the place, and in just a moment he pulled into the distance with the man in gray. Li Fuyao with a sword in his hand showed a slight expression. The swordsman was facing the enemy. The best situation is Within ten feet of him, that is the most terrifying zone of swordsman's killing power.

But the monks of the three religions all know that this is a dead place, and it is destined that few people are willing to let the swordsman get close. Every time Li Fuyao confronts an enemy, what he thinks the most is how to draw the distance between him and his opponent.

Forcibly breaking through a barrier formed by a gray-clothed man with a gas machine, Li Fuyao's face was pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, but he kept his figure, took a deep breath, and continued to sweep forward, bound to be in front of the opponent.

The monks of the three religions generally don’t beat their physique. The only chance to improve their bodies is to step into the Taiqing realm and wash away all the dirt on their bodies, but the swordsmen are different. They only use the spirit when they step into the sword aura realm. The qi in the mansion is transformed into sword qi. Every day, the sword qi travels through the meridians and it is a polishing process. It is even more troublesome to go from the Qingsi realm to the Taiqing realm. It is necessary to use sword qi to wipe every inch of the body up and down. They are all washed again, so it is difficult and slow, but the corresponding force is amazing.

Therefore, in this world, there are only demon cultivators who are born majestic and can compete with swordsmen in physique.

If you want to be strong, you have to put in a lot of hard work.

It was just that when Li Fuyao was about to reach the man in gray, he saw the mockery at the corner of his mouth, and then, a majestic momentum came.

A picture of several feet long appeared on the gray man's head.

There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers painted on it.