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What's more, this is a matter of dignity.

What's more, at this moment, it's still a villain,

The city is famous.

It is a sure thing that he is a villain, and on the 'Yipin Crimson Mansion', Han Xian added the prefix of 'drinking trough' to this villain.

At this moment.

'Drinking trough. ’

These four words should be doubly loud in the heart of the city's name.

roared again and again, and the former self was actually intimidated by a waste.

I was disgraced that day, but fortunately, I was not the only one who faced me that day, although this is the case, but this fact is indeed unchangeable.

They, Shen Kongming, and Shi Mingye have all regained their shortcomings and successfully regained their dignity, but what about themselves at this moment?

Is it worse than them?

Even if you are a young man, it is inevitable to be competitive.

Although Cheng Mingye will not be able to defeat Shi Mingye's brute bull, but he will definitely be on a par with Shen Kongming and himself, and he will defeat Han Xian with the help of the elixir, but what about himself?

Himself is better than him.

And what is certain in front of you is a waste.

Although he is not on par with Shen Kongming, he is indeed different from him, and his methods are much more tricky than Shen Kongming's.

He borrowed the elixir, and he relied on his own means.

I must be able to do the same.

What he left behind that day must be raised in front of the heroes of the world today, so that the rivers and lakes will resound his name, and Xiao Wangzhi's apprentice Han Xian will be the step of his own entry into the Hall of Fame.

"呲呲~~. ”

Have one's head in the clouds.

The city that is close to the city in the fall, turn, and collision is so happy to think about it, and it is so happy to think about it.

All this, Han Xian's eyes were open.

With his eyes open, he was laughing at all the colors on the city's broken face, and the waste of the drinking trough must have been drunk too much, and he was just laughing at death.

"Hmph~~. ”

Han Xianying's eyebrows were raised.

The expression is really a bit of the general's solemn majesty.

But soon, his nature was difficult to move, and the pride in his bones instantly broke through his face, surging out, and his head rose slightly, Han Xian was not looking at Cheng Po Ming with his eyes, but staring proudly at Cheng Po Ming's face with his nostrils.

"Heh~~. ”

A sneer rose on his haughty and majestic face.

He whispered in a deep voice, "Are you here to seek death?"

The sound blows to the wind and is carried by the wind.

This voice was sent into the ears of the Weishan people by the wind wave after wave, and their faces were stunned, and they couldn't help but ask in their hearts: "Is there something wrong with this person's brain?"

I can't figure it out when I ask.

I can't figure it out, everyone thinks that Han Xian is sick.

"Hehe, of course he is sick, this disease is not only Han Xian alone, but the whole country of Yue Guo is terminally ill. ”

From the emperor onwards, to the dawn of the people, no one is sober.

If the emperor is not stupid, he will not hand over the last pillar of the country to such a waste, if the emperor is not stupid, he will not accept an ugly girl who hides all day long as the head of the court, and if the emperor is not stupid, he will not educate the people of Li who only recognize money and do not accept fate. ’

The trivial sounds continued, people shook their heads and shook their heads, scrutinized carefully, and analyzed slowly.

It seems to make a lot of sense.

The wind is selfless and fair.

Its wandering was sending Han Xian's voice into the ears of others, and it also sent all the 'very reasonable' in the mouths of others into Han Xian's ears word for word.

I heard it.

The face is cold.

Who did they insult?

I heard it.

Look calendar.

He could be insulted, and he could accept the insult at this moment, but 'she,' these filthy bastards dared to desecrate his purity.

Anger.

Han Xian's heart was extremely angry.

After all, I have been patient for a long time, and some things can be endured, but some things.

'Hey~~. ’

The heart sighed, and the heart whispered: 'You still need to endure.' ’

Han Xian's every color is being seen.

This change in expression is thoughtful to enter the eyes of others.

"Hey, what do you think of my General Han, the general won't be homesick for his mother, think of crying, it's okay, it's okay, cry, I'll just be a waste crying"

Whose voice?

Whose language?

He is challenging his bottom line, the word anger is almost pierced by broken words, some things can't be touched, not to mention that this is still a person who has been labeled as a waste by himself.

Who else could he be, it was the city that was drunk and drunk, stumbling towards him, and his mouth was not clean.

At this moment, Cheng Po was in the middle of his body, his eyes turned into evil, with a smile, staring at Han Xian's angry face.

"Hehe~~. ”

He was very satisfied with Han Xian's anger, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, a disdainful face, and a low voice in his mouth, "Waste, isn't it?"

The face is hateful, this is the face.

He deserves to die.

If the insult allows him to have a share, at this moment his mouth is even more black and pure in his heart.

He deserves to die 10,000 times, and he deserves to be killed 10,000 times by himself.

May I?

Is Han Xian really okay?

"Ahh ”

Angry to the extreme, Han Xian didn't plan to endure it, and Han Xian didn't plan to wait for Cheng Poming to sway close in the stumble, and with a roar in his mouth, the person became angry, and his whole body jumped up and rushed towards Cheng Poming.

"You're damned!"

Bellow.

It was Han Xian's roar in the air, his eyes were like wolves, his gods were like electricity, and he was completely staring at the body of Cheng Poming, like a god of death, with a sword and a cold light.

"Hiss~~. ”

Surprise.

At first glance, I heard Han Xian's roar, and I was watching Han Xian's angry face.

In an instant, Cheng Poming was a little stunned, and his drunken body actually stopped in shock, and seeing Han Xian's face, it was like really seeing the cold color of death.

Scared.

The city stopped because he was afraid in his heart.

This face seems familiar, where do you seem to have seen this face?

In what place?

"Hmph~~. ”

Cheng Poming snorted softly in his mouth, and suddenly his feet were confused again, he knew in his heart that he had seen this face of Han Xian before.

That's where my dignity is lost. ’

In that place, he was a fox and a tiger, and he was stunned, and he really believed it.

And now, it is still such a trick, I am actually scared once, and I laugh at myself in my heart: 'I can't think of the same trick twice, I can still be fooled.'" ’

It's not too late to know.

At least in the eyes of the city's reputation, it's not too late at all.

Cheng Poming sneered: "Waste is waste, and anger is more like a waste." ”

"Huh~~. ”

Hearing the sound, Han Xian was smelling the resentment of his teeth in his mouth.

And now I am not only hearing with my ears, but also seeing with my eyes, and the feet of Cheng Poming, who stopped because of shock, are blurred again.

Blur is illusory.

Now.

It is like countless figures under the fist, making illusions in the blur, wandering uncertainly.

"Hmph~~. ”

Han Xian snorted coldly in his mouth and said, "Carving into a small skill, this general and I will break ten thousand laws with one punch." ”

In the confusion of the city's name, his voice rose lightly: "Hehe, then I'll wait for this General Han's tricks." ”

"Whew~~~. ”

The air was quiet.

Han Xian's entire right arm was dim, mixed with a hint of wind and thunder, and his gaze fell on the body of the city's broken name.

"Give me death. ”

Facing the calendar, Han Xian roared angrily.

In the roar, his body was instantaneous, the air suddenly exploded, and Han Xian seemed to disappear, and in the next moment, he squeezed into front of the city's disillusioned body.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind roars.

The proximity of the body is to complete the proximity of the fist.

When the body is reached, then the fist also falls, the fist falls, and the wind roars.

This life, Han Xian wants to accept it, this face, Han Xian wants to smash it even more.

The supreme fierceness of the fist is to take the lead in pounced on the face of the city's name, the wind is like a knife, like a cage, and it is to freeze the body of the city's name.

Face.

Face under the fist.

There is still a smile on it, and there is still a sneer on it that Cheng Poming sneered at Han Xian.

"Makes you laugh. ”

Han Xian roared angrily in his mouth, his fists were just and brave, his fists were reaching his thoughts, approaching inch by inch, crushing inch by inch, he couldn't escape.

"Hiss~~. ”

"Poof~~~. ”

Listen to the trembling voice.

The air was mournful.

Fist down, inaugurated.

This completed fist really achieved what I wanted.

The city is famous, that face.

That face was pierced by Han Xian's invincible fist, and it was directly opened, starting with the sneering eyes and ending at the back of the head of the smile.

They were all penetrated by Han Xian.

Coherent.

'Heh~~. ’

Laughter.

Han Xian's?

He didn't dare.

Han Xian didn't dare to laugh.

Han Xian, who had completed all this, didn't dare to laugh, this laughter was heard by himself, and the sound he heard came from behind him, and now in front of him, he saw it with a clear eye.

Lax.

As far as I can see, the severed head of the city is scattered a little bit, starting from a little bit, and instantly magnifying into a crash.

"Uhh ”

Can the eyes still see?

Han Xian knew very well in his heart that now was not the time to watch, he roared in his mouth, his fist was surging and swept over the collapsed and fake head, and it was spun and struck backwards with his body.

"Hum. ”

Buzzing.

The sound of the air trembling is so strong.

But this is not what I am pursuing, this is not what I want to hear.

The fist smashed into the air, and there was only the laughter of the city behind him, and there was indeed no figure at all.

"Hey~~. ”

Laughter, grim laughter.

Where did it come from, and from whom?

Behind you, still behind you.

The city is famous.

Han Xian heard the feeling, and he was behind him.

Is there a fake this time?

"Hiss~~. ”

Feng Mingse, this time Han Xian's judgment is completely true, but this time it is true, it is really sad, this is not only the truth that you hear, but more importantly, the truth that the flesh behind you feels.

Seeing the blood in the air, the dots fall.

Feng Ming flashed from the moment Han Xian turned around and hit behind him, and when his fist slammed into the air, the sword that broke the name of the city also fell on Han Xian's back.

"Ah~~. ”

Eating pain.

How did Han Xian, who was in pain on his back, dare to stay for a long time, and immediately retreated into an instant shadow and broke his name in the same city.

"Huhu~~. ”

The sound of breathing.

It was the sound of timid breathing that came out of Han Xian's throat.

Sometimes you don't have a choice, and when it's time to breathe, you have to learn to breathe.