As soon as Wen Chou's front foot left, Ling Yun's voice sounded behind Youruo: "I really didn't expect that you are actually the daughter of Xiongba." Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info but you have the ability to lie, but let the little brother bow to the wind and obey the fart. ”

"Hehe, don't patronize me." Youruo blinked mischievously and said, "During this time, you can live in a small building in the middle of the lake with peace of mind." By the way, you said before that you fought with Nie Feng all night, what the hell is going on, tell me carefully. ”

Xiongba listened to Wen Chou's report, and was speechless for a long time, until Wen Chou's eyes were a little psychologically hairy, and then he asked: "Chouchou, did you really say that?" ”

"Yes, helper." Seeing the opportunity, Wen Chou hurriedly said: "Miss also said that she knows that her ability is insufficient, so she plans to practice martial arts in retreat, look at the changes in the world, and accumulate knowledge and knowledge, in order to achieve something as soon as possible, so that she can share her worries for the helper." Although Youruo's request was to make him sue word for word, Wen Chouchou still beautified and processed her words without changing her original intention.

After listening to this, Xiongba nodded with satisfaction. This is probably the only good news he's heard in recent times. He immediately ordered: "Just do what Miss says." Also, the young lady should practice martial arts diligently, and the external assistance should also keep up, so that the room should prepare nourishing medicinal meals, and each meal should have at least eight dishes or more. ”

"This ......" Wen Chouchou hesitated, but decided to kindly remind: "Miss eats a small amount, I'm afraid I can't eat much." ”

"Humph!" Xiongba snorted coldly when he heard this, glared at Wen Chougou and said: "If you can't eat it and throw it away, I have a big world, are you still afraid that she will spoil a little something?" ”

Wen Chouchou was glared at by the male tyrant, and he was suddenly frightened, and hurriedly took the order.

Seeing Wen Chouchou leave his study, Xiongba's face finally bloomed with a relieved smile. He didn't expect Youruo to really achieve anything, but some things to divert her infatuation with Nie Feng were enough to make Xiongba feel relieved, especially since the current situation was unprecedentedly tense, and it was a good thing for Youruo to take the initiative to isolate the outside world like this.

Ay...... Poor hero. Laugh as long as you can laugh now, sooner or later you'll have to cry because of this!

A small building in the middle of the lake.

After listening to Ling Yun's account of the battle with Nie Feng, Youruo suddenly realized: "It turns out that you and Nie Feng are only competing in moves, and you have not used your skills to cultivate. I said, how can you say that you are tied with Nie Feng, and you also say that you can compete with your father, just by virtue of your 'strong grass in the wind' just now, you really have the ability to compete with my father. But little brother Lingyun, you look like you're only a teenager, how can you have such a strong skill cultivation? ”

Hearing Youruo's title, Ling Yun felt bad all over, and immediately protested: "You can call me Ling Yun directly, or you can call me Brother Ling, you are older than me, even if you call me Brother Ling Yun, I can bear it, but can you not add that small word?" There are still some little ghosts, absolutely no more screaming! ”

"If you don't let me call you Master, then I can only call it what I want." Youruo took it for granted, and the appearance of you and me made Ling Yun not have a temper, so he could only take out the last killer and say: "Aren't you afraid that I will be in a bad mood, and when I teach you Fengshen legs, I am not so serious?" Or is it too serious? ”

"Okay, okay, I'll call you Brother Lingyun."

Seeing that Yu Ruo was soft, Ling Yun also accepted it when he saw that it was good: "My internal cultivation is completely self-cultivation, half of it comes from chance, and my martial arts qualifications alone are really inferior to Nie Feng." Forget it, let's get down to business, you first demonstrate the Fengshen leg method you have mastered from beginning to end, and I'll see what the shortcomings are. ”

When you heard this, she immediately became serious, and even in the room, she demonstrated the wind god legs, from the light skill of chasing the wind and catching shadows, to the lore of the god wind's angry howl, without missing a single move, but Ling Yun found that the wind god legs passed on by the male bully were much more authentic than Nie Fenglai, at least they did not deliberately leave any flaws, but the effect from her hands was not ......

Ling Yun finally commented unceremoniously: "This wind god leg is displayed under your feet, I think it should be renamed Huaquan embroidered leg more appropriately." Without waiting for Youruo to refute, he then pointed out the shortcomings all the time, all of which were pointedly explained, so that Youruo could not refute.

In response to the problems pointed out by Ling Yun, Youruo consciously corrected them, and the second time he showed them, there had been some obvious progress, which couldn't help but make Youruo admire this Lingyun brother even more, and he naturally practiced harder.

In fact, Ling Yun can guide her in the cultivation of Fengshen legs, and Xiongba can naturally do it, but this eldest lady has been confined in this small building in the middle of the lake since she was a child, and she is very dissatisfied with Xiongba's arrangement, and Xiongba is busy with help, so naturally she doesn't have much time to guide her, which led to her putting a good set of Fengshen legs into flower boxing and embroidery legs. And after getting Ling Yun's guidance at this time, it is natural to advance by leaps and bounds, which is not an accident.

Human nature is often like this, what can be obtained without any effort is often not appreciated. And for what can only be obtained at some cost, it will feel precious, and will never waste the slightest.

Seeing that Youruo's practice was gradually improving, Ling Yun couldn't help but feel the ridiculousness of human nature in his heart, and suddenly his expression moved, and he said to Youruo who was practicing: "Someone is here, presumably it is to send intelligence, you continue to practice first." I'll have to avoid it and go to the third campus to see the terrain. ”

"Three campuses?" When you heard this, she looked at him vigilantly again and said, "What are you doing there?" ”

"The Sword Master challenged your father, and the decisive battle was held in the third school. And your father and I are not so friendly because of the relationship between the Fengshen leg teacher, so I am naturally not invited, so I am not invited, but an uninvited guest who talks to himself. Otherwise, what do you think I'm going to do when I come to the world? ”

As he spoke, Ling Yun had already unfolded his body and jumped out of the back window, and disappeared from the sight of Yu Ruo in the blink of an eye.

The three-branch field, located on the side of the Xiongba Hall, is adjacent to the Fengyun Pavilion on the left, and is the place where the World Association helps the people to practice daily training. Directly north of the square, there is a high platform, called Guanwu Terrace. There is a wooden chair on the stage, although this chair is made of the highest quality, but it is not very rare, but it is located in a high position, and sitting on it can be condescending, and the entire three schools can be seen in full view.

This is the exclusive seat of the hero, like the emperor's dragon chair, which is symbolic.

In front of the wooden chair, a sharp sword was plunged into the ground and three inches into the stone.

It is the sword of the Sword Saint Dugu Sword of the Peerless City, the Peerless Divine Sword! It was used as a war book by the Sword Master and was cast here.

Looking at the almost unguarded Peerless Divine Sword in front of him, Ling Yun's mood was like carrying twenty-five little mice, scratching his heart with a hundred claws!

Do you think I should take this peerless sword, or not?