"Young Master Jin, do you want to eat and wipe clean and not admit it?" a slightly cold voice came.

Feng Jin sweated profusely when she heard this, and hurriedly covered Ma Monroe's mouth forward, and said in surprise: "Miss Monroe, I just kissed you, why did you eat it and wipe it clean, if this is heard by others, won't it ruin the girl's innocence?"

Ma Monroe was stunned for a moment, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she looked at him with great grievances, without seeing the strong color of Fang Cai, and said with a slight cry:

"The little woman has never had a skin-to-skin relationship with a man since she was a child, you not only kissed me, but also touched me, and now you actually say the word 'just' with a calm face?

When Feng Jinyan heard this, he suddenly thought of the position where his little finger hurt on the horse just now, and his left hand grabbed it, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and wanted to cry without tears: "Monroe girl! Monroe, I was wrong, I ......"

Looking at Feng Jin, who was sad and indignant and full of guilt, Ma Monroe didn't say a word, and led the horse to walk forward alone.

At this time, Feng Jin's mind was a mess, and he wanted to pump his mouth incomparably, regretting why he was lost yesterday, and today he did that embarrassing thing that had no dignity at all.

Looking at Ma Monroe in front of him, Feng Jin suddenly felt extremely guilty, when did he become so irresponsible, when did he become such a person who shirked his responsibilities?

As a man, with his head above the sky and his feet on the ground, can he be like this?

On the galloping road, leading the people of the Ten Thousand Lotus Sect to fight to the death of the Fire Lotus Sect, millions of Lotus Sect disciples are willing to die for her, no one is a fool, it is impossible to do it with her face alone.

In the Changshui City Judicial Office, there was a bloody battle against the man in black, and then he faced the Oiran alone for himself, without any fear, but then for his subordinates, he lowered his head and thanked the water lilies.

The Fire Lotus Sect is decisive and resolute in killing, resolute and unyielding, the one-faced Oiran is daring to love and hate, bold and straightforward, and thanking the water lily is even more clear and able to bend and stretch.

Of course...... There must still be some appearance factors, the charm that emanates from the bones, the charm that does not feel enchanting at all but shows the pure charm, between a smile and a smile, they are all killers in the world.

However, although Feng Jin has always had a good impression and curiosity about Ma Monroe, he can't talk about the relationship between men and women, and now this sudden change really made him unable to react for a long time.

Feng Jin suddenly thought of his master, as well as his grandfathers, suddenly thought of the purpose of the trip to the East Heaven, suddenly thought of the expectations he was carrying on his shoulders, and hesitated for a while.

In fact, it's no wonder that he hesitated, because he had never been in contact with the relationship between men and women since he was a child, and he never thought that the only thing he thought about in his life was cultivation.

But the matter has come to this point, Feng Jin is not a person without responsibility, after a short thought, he trotted all the way to catch up with Ma Monroe, and looked at her silently, his expression was full of determination.

Anyway, my life is only about cultivation and drinking, and now it's not too much, so I'm responsible for the girl in front of me!

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Jin suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement, a stimulus in the face of the unknown, and an unprecedented feeling.

Ma Monroe led the horse and walked alone, thinking about something in his heart that no one knows, and his eyes were full of complicated colors. But when she noticed the strangeness behind her, as well as the changed state of the young man, the tears in her eyes suddenly rolled down, ticking and falling on her chest, soaking the white clothes.

The girl's gaze fell lightly into the distance, her beautiful eyes were fascinated, and there seemed to be a monstrous war under her eyes, and the scene of the blood clouds covering the sky with flags covering the sun and the sky, and finally a giant who stood up to the sky fell to the ground, and the blood flowed to her feet.

Two teenagers, a man and a woman, put their horses in the stable at the foot of the mountain and slowly climbed the towering Daizong Mountain.

.........

Daizong Mountain, Nantianmen.

On a huge platform in the middle of the mountain, the heavenly gate cast by the nine-zhang boulder is across the direction leading to Daizong Mountain, and countless large-scale martial arts stone platforms are artificially excavated, which are distributed under the Nantianmen in a staggered manner, and there is a sea of people around.

It was already three poles in the sun, and countless soldiers dressed in Xuanjia and holding nine-foot halberds were like iron towers, standing around the Nantianmen, and the crowd was like a tide, and surprisingly none of them entered within three feet of this group of soldiers.

"Oh my God, is this my Great Xia army? It's creepy to look at!"

"The surging qi and blood can be felt from more than a dozen zhang away, I'm afraid everyone can slap an elephant away!"

"Elephants? I'm afraid that ordinary elephants won't be able to enter their bodies, and they will be split in half by the nine-foot halberd! That edge is simply cold to Lao Tzu's heart!"

"That armor is also extraordinary, I'm afraid that ordinary swords can't even leave a mark, the Great Xia War Army is worthy of being the best for five days!"

Countless exclamations sounded in the crowd, and the situation that existed in previous years was still being staged this year, that is, the battle of the warriors on the martial arts platform was not as attractive as the battle army around Nantianmen!

Countless people didn't care about winning or losing on the competition platform at all, but stared intently at the Great Xia soldiers, as if they couldn't get enough of it.

There are only more than a thousand soldiers here, but no one doubts that these thousand soldiers can't maintain order, look at the iron bumps on that body, and the monstrous qi and blood under the iron bumps, it is simply a humanoid beast!

More than 1,000 gods who specialize in the art of killing, there is no need to boast at all, the demi-saint can only run when he comes, otherwise he will be surrounded by a formation, and whether he is alive or dead really depends on his creation.

At this time, a man dressed in a red robe shouted on his shoulders and shouted: "Li Jin! Zhang Wu!

The two teenagers came out of the crowd, took weapons from under the Nantian Gate, got on the No. 15 stone platform, and stood on both sides.

The first level of this martial arts competition is the east and south two heavenly gates, the east heavenly gate is the Dai sect field, which is dedicated to martial artists over 20 years old to wrestle, and the south heavenly gate is the Qingying field, which is dedicated to martial artists under 20 years old to wrestle.

This level is not about winning or losing, but about strength, after all, there are too many people screened, and the strength is different. It would be unfair if two weak battles, two strong battles, the weak ones can enter the official big competition, and the strong ones can only be helplessly brushed off.

Therefore, the generals in the Great Xia army will supervise the battle, regardless of whether they win or lose, only in terms of strength, the strength is passable, then they both enter the official competition, and the strength of the two is not up to standard, then they will stop there.

Moreover, in order to prevent the use of weapons, everyone can only use standard weapons, and they can be collected at the Nantianmen, and no one is allowed to use their own weapons in battle.

On the fifteenth platform, the two teenagers confronted each other, one holding a sword, the other holding a knife, and the young man holding the sword was Feng Jin, who went to Daizong Mountain with Ma Monroe.

At this moment, in order to avoid suspicion, he assumed the pseudonym Li Jin, and Ma Monroe both passed the bone age test and entered the martial arts competition in Qingying Field, but at this time he took the first step and conducted the competition.

Feng Jin held a sword in his hand, staring at the young man named Zhang Wu opposite with a heavy face, looking at the qi and blood on this Zhang Wu's body, it should be a martial artist who built a dragon bridge, but he was carrying a knife in his hand, which made Feng Jin have to concentrate on each other.

According to his own judgment, his strength should be about the same as that of ordinary gods, but there is really nothing to use as a criterion for judging strength in the realm.

Even if the martial artist of the dust realm, as long as he has the kung fu in his hands, it is enough to beat the gods of grammar cultivation so that they can't open their eyes.

In the final analysis, a battle is a battle, the realm is just a realm, and the realm only represents the upper limit of a person, but it does not mean that he is at that level.

This is Feng Jin's first battle since he was a child, the first battle with his peers, although it is not a battle of life and death, but the sword has no eyes, he must go all out!

Feng Jin held the sword in both hands, and the blade of the sword faced the young man, and an invisible force gathered around him......