"Lord Long Zhan, do you mean ......", the fire slave was not only surprised, but seemed to be more anxious to know the answer, his body did not move for a long time, and a pair of eyes like falcons became sharp and cunning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Ho ho", the old man smiled faintly, still with a peaceful smile on his face, "Yes, he is defeated", his face melted like a cloud on the horizon, and the earth was in full bloom.

When the fire slave heard this, his face was full of concern, and he said desperately: "No, Young Master Longxi's martial arts are ...... in the world."

"Everyone has an accident", the old man's voice instantly hardened a lot, "But this time it seems to be a big game", he let out a low breath, shook his head again, closed his eyes and said: "Jianghu is originally based on his ability to speak, I can't complain about him, I can't complain about him."

"He? Dragon? The fire slave almost spoke.

The old man looked up for a moment, and the sky became unclear under his eyes.

The fire slave followed the old man's gaze, and his mind was dizzy, not understanding what was there to see in the distant sky, but he suddenly realized in an instant that he hadn't raised his head for a long, long time.

The sky was ordinary, but it was strange to him.

The fire slave craned his stiff neck, trying to concentrate as much as he could, and he reluctantly spoke: "But Young Master Longxi is not so easy to fall after all, even if he fails...... There are also killer moves".

The last few words were a little trembling, and the old man didn't care, but said with a faint smile: "Killing move, hehe."

The fire slave hesitated: "What, doesn't Lord Long Zhan have confidence in Young Master Longxi?"

It's really a question sentence. Long Zhan really turned around, glanced at the fire slave who was full of doubts, and said comfortingly: "Young man, do you know what the strongest killing move is?"

The fire slave's eyes were on fire, and he said impatiently: "Please also ask Lord Long Zhan for advice, what else has Young Master Longxi not done?"

Seeing that he was so eager, Long Zhan seemed to be infected himself, his old cheeks gradually flushed, and the heroic aura arrived, and he took advantage of the interest and said, "Young man, in fact, I shouldn't have said this to you today."

The high body of the fire slave froze slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Long Zhan's sharp eyes glanced at him, and said with a smile: "It's helpless, if you're really interested, it doesn't matter."

The fire slave honestly closed his mouth and also closed his breath, and then he heard the old man's sigh, and Long Zhan said slowly: "The real mastery is judgment."

When the fire slave heard this, he agreed, and hurriedly followed: "That is, that is, I always think that the intellectual superiority of the first class is better than the first class of force."

Long Zhan stared at him, his face was flat, and he said in a deep voice: "You think so too, I thought that being a two-time berserker was a ......."

The fire slave smiled and continued, "A reckless man with a simple mind and well-developed limbs?"

Long Strategically hesitated, his eyes were not bright, and there seemed to be a hint of incomprehension, and then he sighed: "If you think so, it's really wrong."

Huo Nu's originally agitated and unrestrained spirit suddenly withered, and there seemed to be a trace of unwillingness and anger on his face, he gritted his teeth and said, "What, am I wrong."

Long Zhan said: "You are so wrong, if even people like you think that intelligence is greater than force, then it is really the sorrow of the Central Plains Martial Arts."

"What's wrong with me?" This sentence seems to have been held in the stomach for a long time.

Long Zhan's face slowly unfolded, his hands were also spread out, spread out and put in front of the fire slave, and said kindly: "Can you judge these hands now?"

The fire slave hurriedly looked at Long Zhan's hands, carefully scrutinized for a while, and it didn't take too long, he raised his head at this moment, looked at the old man and said, "This is a pair of hands that are better at holding swords, but it has been at least twelve years since the last time they held a sword,...... So ......", his words seemed to be interrupted before he could finish speaking, Long Zhan shook his head and smiled: "So you deduce that the hands that appear in these hands are raw hands".

The fire slave didn't say anything more, it seemed that he had acquiesced, the look in his eyes was once again covered with pride, Long Zhan looked at him and said with a smile: "What you said is not wrong, but this thing is wrong."

The fire slave let out a "huh" and hurriedly covered his mouth, but he couldn't hide the heavy doubt in his eyes.

Long Zhan didn't look at him again, his body slowly walked towards the room, and the voice in his mouth was intermittent: "Martial arts is no other, you must know that any intelligence and judgment need to be based on time."

"You can't do anything without time".

The fire slave's eyebrows were already condensed, but he still didn't understand, and his heart was about to burn.

"Time, how can there be no time, if judgment is not important, then what is important?" , he thought so in his heart.

The figure of the old man had already left the house, and the fire slave was just about to chase in, but was stopped by a lightning-like figure, and Steward Meng stood in front of him and said coldly: "Lord Long Zhan should rest."

The last corner of the dragon battle gradually melted into the darkness, and he actually coughed: "Feeling." More important than intelligence is the feeling that melts into the blood".

"Feel, what does it feel", the fire slave stopped in the doorway, almost screaming.

"Huge sensations, which is your consciousness". As soon as the words came out of the room, there was silence all around, as if it were the end of the world.

The fire slave looked at his own hands, and thought back to the old man's hands just now, in order not to let his moment of spiritual light escape, he desperately concentrated all his mind together, and his body was like a sculpture.

After a long time, he exhaled deeply and said with relief: "Yes, what Lord Long Zhan said is not bad at all."

"Thank you Lord Long Zhan, the little one understands", he seemed to really understand, and the gloom that had been suppressed for a long time had bloomed with dazzling essence in his pupils.

As soon as he turned around, he strode out, and his figure was much more high-spirited, "Good luck, young man," the old man's voice with a light cough came from the old man's freshly lit hut.

"Well, thank you", the fire slave had walked out at the moment, into a deep alley, but still involuntarily responded to the old man, he was saying this, but suddenly his heart was suffocated, "Good luck to me, why do you say such a thing", he was puzzled again, his eyes just flashed cold, and suddenly remembered the old man's former appearance, remembering Long Zhan's nonsensical jokes.

He didn't care at the moment, "the most important thing is the feeling, I remember", he condensed his thoughts together.

But now, his journey is not finished, and his goal is still buried in the fog in the distance.

At the small intersection, where even the carriage could not cross, he looked down at the road again, the fog was steaming, and only the road under his feet was clear.

While stepping on the dirt, he thought and whispered: "Yes, feeling is always faster than thinking, consciousness is always faster than judgment, that's right, Lord Long Zhan can't be wrong, but ......", he stopped for a moment, his pupils didn't move much, he was silent for a while, and caught up step by step, his heart was full of confidence again.

"I have experienced the cruel elimination of the world's martial arts, and none of the people I have killed are mediocre hands, and I feel that my consciousness will naturally not lose to him", he thought so, and unconsciously silently said, "Destruction or survival, Young Master Longxi, my fire slave is here."