There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Speaking of the old business, Wang Zhiming is naturally self-serving.

Huazhang swordsmanship is a classic of 12-way basic swordsmanship. Although it's not a secret tradition, it's not something that ordinary people can get.

It is not easy for Brother Han Qingfeng to learn naturally, and there must be another story in it.

For this Huazhang swordsmanship, Wang Zhiming naturally studied and practiced hard when he was a teenager, and it was really a lifetime of wealth, Wang Zhiming secretly sighed.

Next, Wang Zhiming naturally said that the sky was falling, and the golden lotus was surging, especially for the follow-up dragon and phoenix Huazhang sword duel, which was divine and beautiful.

I think it's even more excessive than Han Qingfeng at the beginning.

Han Xiaowei couldn't help but feel a little longing, and there seemed to be beautiful stars in his eyes.

Han Qingfeng on the side rolled his eyes when he heard it, but there was no way, they were all raccoon dogs in the mountains, and no one should laugh at fifty steps and a hundred steps.

"Ahem, it's not too early, Xiao Wei is almost time to cultivate, right?" Han Qingfeng waited hard, and finally took advantage of the gap between words to remind Han Xiaowei.

This question sentence is no different from an affirmative sentence. Han Xiaowei nodded obediently and looked at Wang Zhiming a little innocently.

It is said that there are no more than three things, three orders to evict customers, and now, Wang Zhiming can only say goodbye.

"Xiao Wei went to cultivate. If you're not in a hurry, know if you want to learn from each other. ”

It's just that before he could say goodbye, Han Qingfeng saw his sister's eyes and changed his mind, and said such a thing first.

Wang Zhiming looked at Brother Qingfeng, his handsome face was cold and hard, he was undoubtedly a man who was confident and self-reliant enough, his sword eyebrows were flying, his eyes were provocative, no, his eyes were provocative.

If it is in a star-studded concert, such a look may make female fans scream; If it is on a commercial street where people come and go, such a look may make uncles and aunts retreat; But if it is in a youthful campus, such a look will only hit millions of corpses, bleed thousands of miles, and the world will be vegetarian.

Wang Zhiming smiled.

"Okay, I hope my senior brother will give me more advice." Suave and elegant, without a hint of pyrotechnics.

Men, always speak with strength.

Wang Zhiming saluted seriously, turned to Han Xiaowei and said with a smile: "I have all my skills on the sword, so I just borrowed your sword to use it." ”

Take out the long sword from the placed sword box, only to see that the sword is slender and simple, beautiful, under the flick of the fingers, the sword light is rippling, graceful as a flood of autumn water.

Wang Zhiming introduced with a serious face: "Luo Shen is out of the autumn water, and the writing is gorgeous. This sword is called Luoshen, and the elders of the Wei and Jin dynasties felt it and cast this sword. ”

The brother and sister were shocked, and they didn't expect that there was no inscription on the body of the sword, and it was completely Wang Zhiming's current learning and sale, and he gave the name of an ancient model of literature and art on the spot.

"Ah, that's so precious."

Wang Zhiming smiled, did not answer, and looked at Han Qingfeng.

The scene was out of control, Han Xiaowei was suddenly in a hurry, he wouldn't just fight.

Han Qingfeng was naturally not to be outdone, and took out a pair of fist gloves from the dantian, the platinum silk was tough and light, and there was a faint brilliance flowing on his hand. Han Qingfeng stretched his arms, matching his slender and tall figure like an elegant knight.

Wang Zhiming is more like a young chivalrous man, the sword is like autumn water in the palm of his hand, his delicate face is serious and focused, and his pale clothes are a little warm in the sun.

Wang Zhiming and Han Qingfeng opened their posture, the momentum was violent, and they started to fight when they saw it, and Han Xiaowei inserted it in the middle: "Stop!" What are you going to do, this is the living room! ”

Well, Han Xiaowei's house is not small, but it is okay to clean up one as a cultivation room, and it is far from enough to fight.

But fighting in the most spacious living room can cause huge financial losses.

The two of them died down, naturally they couldn't fight, and Wang Zhiming said goodbye a little embarrassed.

Before leaving, the "eldest brother" gave him a look to fight again in the future, and Wang Zhiming wanted to cry without tears. He finally remembered that he was actually here to have a good relationship with Han Qingfeng.

Wang Zhiming hung his head and left a little depressed, and sure enough, one of the tragedies in the world is complacency.

Before you know it, it is evening, and the sun is setting in the west, blowing the evening breeze.

But in the end, Wang Zhiming was a little glad that the little junior sister's modified bicycle was still parked downstairs and was not taken away by the bad guys passing by.

"Wait!" Han Xiaowei flashed out of the building, a little out of breath, with a slight flush on his face.