Many things are not absolute, a stone with two catties and a ball of cotton with less than two pounds hit the same position in the human body at the same time, which one causes more harm?

Obviously, it's stone.

But it doesn't have to be a stone. When they start at different heights, they have different speeds, even if a ball of cotton is theoretically high and fast enough to kill a person.

It is difficult to describe how fast the speed of sound is, but the speed is so fast that it can be expressed at the speed of sound to a certain extent, and the sound of breaking the sky is comparable to the speed of sound, destroying the true element of the drunken Taoist.

The last thing that appeared in the drunken man's hand was a coin, and in order to take this coin, he only felt that his body was churning badly.

The drunken Taoist is not a hairy boy who has never seen the world, spanning the world for more than a hundred years, and the people who should be seen should fight in detail in the notebook he recorded, only the mother-in-law who is known as the first master has been reluctant to be a pity, is it her who comes?

The visitor didn't make him wait too long, and he was already standing in front of him in a trance.

Who is he?

The drunken Taoist asked the Son of Heaven to fight, and now there are outsiders again, just like the appearance of the Son of Heaven, his face is still blurred.

"Who are you"?

The drunken Taoist thought that the person who came must be a famous person, even if he had never met, at least he could coincide with the character in his mind, but it was unexpected.

I know, Gao Wenyao exclaimed, she was born to never use a sword, and Zeng Bufan rotated the sword on her back every day, so the faith established in her heart did not collapse.

As she guessed, Zeng Bufan was a little regretful in the face of his defeat, but he also understood that there was a huge disparity in strength, he had no chance of winning, but how could he lose beautifully, and how much was the gap between him and the first-class master? The drunken Daoist was completely in control of the situation, and he used a little bit of strength, and he didn't know how many life-saving skills were left.

"I'm just a close minister of the Son of Heaven, and I've studied with him for two months, and what I've learned is just scratching the surface, so I don't have anything to be proud of when I win the battle."

"What"?

The drunken Taoist has never been so out of shape since he was born, and he believes that there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in this world, so a coin that makes him churn in his body is just a surprise, and he is so strong.

Two months from ordinary people approaching the bone realm, and a body of swordsmanship can have back and forth with him as soon as he enters the Grandmaster, this has broken through his inner presupposition, if it is true, then this fight is okay, just kneel down and kowtow, recognize a cheap master, and seek the road to immortality in his lifetime.

He really wanted the Son of Heaven to admit it, but there was no change in the Son of Heaven's face.

"There are many misunderstandings in the world, thinking that the realm can affect everything, and it is impossible to challenge the majesty of the bone realm when entering the body.

Born to leave a word, to put it mildly, he attacked the drunken Taoist, he didn't use half a cent of the true yuan, but he used the most exquisite body and ingenuity to deal with it.

The drunken Dao man realized the helplessness of Zeng Bu before, he couldn't touch that figure, because the Son of Heaven didn't use the true yuan, so occasionally the fist on his back bone was itchy, and it was no big deal. He didn't know what the Son of Heaven meant, didn't he have the True Yuan in his body? No, with the power of the coin just now, the True Yuan of the Son of Heaven should not be lost to him.

There is only one explanation, others are using him as a puppet, **apprentice.

As soon as the drunken Taoist thought of this, the power in his hand increased by three points, and he was still unhurried by nature, punching one or two punches on his backbone every second, just like the boss he had fought in those years, as long as the position card was good, even the boss with 100,000 million blood could eventually be beaten to death by the novice of the cloth short sword, and after the day was born in the backbone of the drunken Taoist after knocking thousands of punches, it was not an itch, but a hot pain, he didn't know if he was the first grandmaster to be knocked to death by an ordinary fist if he knocked it down like this.

He jumped out of the encirclement, shouting that he would not fight and not fight, he was born not to embarrass him too much, because of the good thoughts of the drunken Taoist at that time, he did not kill him, he was born like this, a tooth for a tooth.

I come gently, just as I walk gently, waving my hand, without taking away a cloud.

With a "poof", the drunken Taoist disregarded his status, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, and called the master. He is a real martial arts idiot, obsessed with martial arts all his life, and the Son of Heaven is the strongest person he has ever met, and the only man who impresses him.

The natural footsteps did not pause, he had already found an heir for his mother-in-law, and made an exception to accept Zeng Bufan, as for other disciples, unless they were so amazing that he could not refuse, others, without making assumptions, ascended to heaven in the eyes of others, in his eyes, was just a last stream who had not entered the Tao.

……

Defeated the drunken Taoist, the natural life has not changed in any way, and the legend of the Son of Heaven is circulating in the upper reaches of the Lethe River, but to confirm who is the Son of Heaven, only a few old foxes have passed the clues, and lingered from the third lady of the Gao family, faintly guessed, and sent people to the door to test, but it was fruitless.

Lethe River ushered in another heavy snowfall, more violent than the previous few times, everywhere covered in silver, born not to indulge in the eaves, and ordinary people in the same home hot kang head, the extraordinary sword is not stopped, in the wind and snow can be more training quiet, to achieve the unity of human sword.

Miss Three, as always, came every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes at noon, and possibly in the evening. It feels like home, and she has become a habit. On that day, the three of them fought the landlord on the kang, of course, there was the third lady, everything was possible, she ordered the two not to cheat by means, and then carried out a brutal bloodbath, a piece of two and three pieces of the landlord, the third lady easily won a few hundred.

"Master, it's clear that she is the landlord, why are you bombing me?"

The third lady sorted out the change, a total of two hundred and ninety-three, she took out two hundred and gave it to Tiansheng, more than one hundred capital, and then dividends, yes, Tiansheng was actually taken by the third lady and learned to play a prank. The third lady smiled sweetly while holding the money, and she agreed with Tiansheng to win the money and take him to eat authentic beef offal noodles.

Outside, the snow trees are silver, and the sky and the earth are snow-white.

The third lady rubbed her hands, habitually pulling her natural arm, the natural air conditioner instantly defeated the coldness on her body, and she gave a thumbs up to show her praise.

Bufan lost the money, his heart was unbalanced, and he used his own money to eat beef offal noodles, so he didn't care, followed closely, ignoring the cynicism of the third lady, and silently thought that he wanted to eat three bowls.

Talking all the way, and then talking about work, I naturally need to integrate into the world and find the soul of the earth, but I don't know what to do in a hurry. The third lady said that she could continue to be in Zhihai and be the general manager. Bufan pouted, and said forget it, that's not interesting, and there are three young ladies here, isn't it jealous to wait for Zhihai?

The third lady frowned coldly, and said Zeng Bufan, what do you mean? Bufan can only raise his hands and surrender.

There is also a month that is the Spring Festival that is very lively in the secular world, and the two people who were born before and my mother-in-law have never been simple, and my mother-in-law has a bowl of soup every year. In the end, it was born to make a final decision, and said the so-called Spring Festival.

The third lady and Bufan quarreled with each other, and later reached a consensus inexplicably, before the Spring Festival, they met on the street every day to do a meaningful thing, as for how to judge the standard, three people and two votes.

"Then now, let's give our group a name that pulls the wind"! The third lady raised her arms and exclaimed, these two are how many celebrities in Lechuan are willing to put down their bodies and make friends, and now they are traveling the world with themselves, it is unbelievable.

Sheng Fan Yao and Tian Zeng Gao were silently reciting their names one by one, and it seemed that the names between them were not suitable as combined names.

How about using the alphabet?

Born to let them mess around, seeing that it is becoming more and more unreliable, he said with a straight face that he would do less bells and whistles.

The third lady will not get used to him, and asked: Then what do you say should be called?

I don't care, but if it sounds harsh, I'm unilaterally withdrawing.

"Superman, Supe

ma

……”

Gao Wenyao gently touched her temples, she really tried her best.

"Otherwise, it's called a threesome, concise and clear."

"This girl is a good citizen, it is better to call a good person."

"Then the lover has a threesome"!!