This time, Leng Xiaohan was very successful, and began to say that he was wrong under the contemptuous eyes of the little blue whale. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info from the past to the present, from the present to the future. From the perspective of humans to the perspective of animals, from the perspective of animals to the perspective of plants, from the perspective of plants to the perspective of machine spirits. From the world view to the outlook on life, from the outlook on life to the philosophy of life, from the philosophy of life to the ideal of life.

There is only one meaning that I want to express after saying so much, and that is that from that point of view, he is wrong.

Hearing the end, the little blue whale didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he could only cry and laugh and say, "Don't take it as an example!" ”

After Leng Xiaohan saw that the boat began to automatically follow Lin Heyu's boat, he nodded and retreated.

As soon as Leng Xiaohan came out, he straightened his waist board, walked to the stern of the boat, and waved his hand, and there were four more doors in front. Leng Xiaohan turned to the three of them: "The inside is the battle space, the speed of time passing inside is different from the outside, and the time ratio is three to one." In other words, the past three days inside and the outside have only passed for one day, which can make people have three times more lives! You can practice your martial arts inside, and the environment and enemies are randomly generated. ”

Qing'er stood up and nodded to Leng Xiaohan and entered a battle space.

Leng Xiaohan looked at Chu Chu and Ghost Xinyu a little strangely and asked, "Aren't you two going in to practice your martial arts?" ”

Chu Chu first shook his head at Leng Xiaohan, then his eyes lit up as if he had thought of something, nodded and walked directly into another battle space.

Leng Xiaohan looked at Ghost Xinyu and asked again, "Doesn't Xinyu go in to practice martial arts?" ”

Ghost Xinyu shook her head, and just when Leng Xiaohan was about to ask why, Yao'er ran out and said to Leng Xiaohan: "Are you stupid?" Look at that little monk in your sea of souls!! ”

Leng Xiaohan said in his head: "What are you talking about, there is also a little monk in your mind, or something similar to a little monk?" But... What does that have to do with her not practicing martial arts? ”

Yao'er glanced at Leng Xiaohan strangely, and then suddenly realized: "I forgot that the only Buddhist martial art, Buddha Roar, is already at the grandmaster level." Then he explained to Leng Xiaohan: "This little monk can not only chant scriptures to let you improve your Buddhist cultivation, but when you learn Buddhist martial arts, this little monk will automatically practice in your mind, that is to say, even if you don't do anything, your proficiency in martial arts has been rising."

Not to mention the heart and the Zen heart! Xinyu doesn't need to practice martial arts at all. ”

After listening to Yao'er's explanation, Leng Xiaohan muttered, "Do I want to exchange some Buddhist martial arts as well?" ”

When Yao'er heard this, she was slightly excited and said, "Do you want to exchange it?" Do you want me to recommend it to you? ”

Leng Xiaohan glared at Yao'er and said to the ghost whisper: "Then the whisper will rest here first!" My brother went to practice his martial arts first. After speaking, he ignored Yao'er, who looked at him expectantly, and walked into a battle space.

As soon as he entered the battle space, Leng Xiaohan thought that he had gone directly out of the ship! The scene is a sea, Leng Xiaohan stands on the sea, like a piece of wood floating on the sea, closing his eyes and drifting with the waves, waiting for the appearance of the enemy.

Suddenly, a pitch-black tail pulled towards Leng Xiaohan from the sea, obviously the other party attacked Leng Xiaohan first, but Leng Xiaohan seemed to be waiting for this scene.

As soon as his eyes opened, a fine light flashed. "Twenty-eight Palms of the Dragon Descending, First Style, Suddenly." A golden-eyed white dragon sprang out of Leng Xiaohan's palm and crashed into its black tail.

"Bang!" As soon as the surrounding sea sank, Leng Xiaohan was repelled by more than ten meters, and the owner of this tail also appeared.

Leng Xiaohan rubbed his palms that were shocked and painful, looked at the creature in front of him and muttered: "Covered in black scales, snake-shaped, with a single horn on its head and two eagle claws in front, its eyes are fierce and evil, it seems to be an evil Jiao!" ”

Leng Xiaohan pointed to the dragon in front of him and hooked his finger and said: "Just take you to try the power of the twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending, if you can't even clean up your little dragon, then what are you talking about descending the dragon!" ”

As he spoke, he jumped up and shouted, "Twenty-eight Palms of the Descending Dragon, the Third Style, or Leaping into the Abyss." The golden-eyed white dragon rushed towards the black Jiao again, and the black Jiao flung over with a sonic boom on its tail.

"Bang!" Leng Xiaohan was directly hit and flew up, Heijiao didn't let go of such a good opportunity, and rushed towards Leng Xiaohan with his mouth open. Leng Xiaohan looked at the black Jiao who was getting closer and closer, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Twenty-eight Palms of Dragon Descending, Ninth Style, Flying Dragon in the Sky!" ”

Leng Xiaohan stepped on his legs in the sky, as if he was stepping on a wall, his legs bent, and he lifted the 'Flying Dragon in the Sky' and slapped it directly at the rushing black dragon.

"Boom!" Leng Xiaohan and Evil Jiao flew in two different directions, and then rushed towards each other at the same time.

"The Fifteenth Style, Don't Use the Hidden Dragon!" Leng Xiaohan shouted, as if to cheer himself up.

"Moo~" Hei Jiao also screamed and rushed towards Leng Xiaohan.

"Twenty-eight Palms of Dragon Descent, Thirteenth Style, Shocking Hundred Miles!"

"Moo~Moo!"

"Twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending, the eighth style, see the dragon in the field!"

"Moo~~"

A few moves have passed in a blink of an eye, and every time the two sides are facing hard fighting, no one has avoided or flinched.

One person and one Jiao looked at each other a hundred meters apart, and Leng Xiaohan's trembling hands scolded in his heart: "This guy's skin is really thick enough, and it hurts my palms." Then he looked at the blood oozing from between the scales and said, "But it's not much better!!" ’

Just when Leng Xiaohan was inspecting Hei Jiao to find Hei Jiao's weakness, Hei Jiao rushed directly towards Leng Xiaohan. Leng Xiaohan scolded angrily and said, "I'm fighting with you, I want to see who can hold on to the end." ”

"Twenty-Eight Palms of the Dragon, Twelfth Style, Dragon Battle in the Wild!"

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"Twenty-eight Palms of Dragon Descent, Fourteenth Style, Nine Uses of Qianyuan!"

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"Twenty-Eight Palms of the Descending Dragon, Fifth Style, Hongyu Lu!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Leng Xiaohan's palm, which had made three moves in a row, had already cracked, and a trace of blood slipped through Leng Xiaohan's fingers and dripped into the sea. Leng Xiaohan was also a little out of breath when he hit three palms at once, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but be slow.

Hei Jiao seized this opportunity, and his tail, claws, and bloody mouth attacked Leng Xiaohan one after another!

"Twenty-eight palms of the dragon, the tenth style, dense clouds and no rain." Even if he used the only defensive move of the twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending, he did not prevent the black Jiao. After being able to prevent five moves, the sixth move was pulled out by Hei Jiao's tail for dozens of meters.

Leng Xiaohan looked down at his bloodied body, and his spine felt like it was about to break. Feeling his body and looking at the black Jiao in front of him, Leng Xiaohan's eyes flashed with fierce light, and he rushed directly towards the black Jiao.

"Twenty-eight Palms of Dragon Descent, Fourteenth Style, Nine Uses of Qianyuan!" Directly through the black Jiao's claws hit the black Jiao's abdomen, ignoring the claws on his body, the figure flashed to the right side of the black Jiao's head.

"Twenty-eight Palms of the Dragon, Sixteenth Style, Divine Dragon Tail Swing!" The tail of the golden-eyed white dragon slapped heavily on the head of the black Jiao, Leng Xiaohan flashed again, flew to the head of the black dragon and shouted: "Twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending, the eighteenth style, the dragon, no regrets!" ”

"Huh~" A golden dragon appeared on Leng Xiaohan's body, and roared along Leng Xiaohan's palm and struck at Heijiao's head.

"Click, click, poof" After Hei Jiao resisted for a while, he was still hit through his head by Leng Xiaohan's palm.

Leng Xiaohan looked at his scarred body and his hands that had revealed white bones, and said with a wry smile: "It's refreshing, it's refreshing, but I don't know how long it will take for this injury to recover!" Why can't you use weapons above the silver level in the battle space!! For such a dragon, isn't silver the same as paper paste??! ”