Fan Mo silently glanced at his father.

Fan Qinghe nodded at him and motioned for him to be calm.

Fan Mo lowered his head slightly, estimating that it would not be too late for his father to defeat this female demon.

Fan Qinghe's eyes darkened slightly, and he said loudly: "The dog is ignorant, I don't know where I offended Miss Qin?" The old man is here to make amends to Miss Qin. ”

Fan Qinghe's appearance is slender, there is a scorching essence in his eyes, his momentum is condensed, and he has the feeling of stopping in the abyss.

He is old and has a good son, and he takes Fan Mo very seriously.

It's a pity that although Fan Mo has excellent roots, he seems to be cursed, as soon as he cultivates, his blood will be boiling all over his body, he found all the exercises in the world for him to try, and he only barely cultivated to the third level of martial arts.

Not only is it difficult to cultivate, but Fan Mo is also full of disasters, he asked the medicine saint to arrange the spiritual vein medicine field, and use the medicine as a array, so that Fan Mo can barely save his life by cultivating himself in the medicine field.

Now, if Mingmei wants to take Fan Mo away from the medicine field, she will undoubtedly take Fan Mo's life.

But he often wondered if he had killed too much to have such retribution, so in his later years, he rarely did anything with others. I don't know what Mingmei's skills are, but I don't want to easily cause disputes.

It would be best if reconciliation could be made.

Mingmei looked at Fan Qinghe indifferently and said slowly: "He didn't offend me." ”

"That's good." Fan Qinghe looked at Fan Mo. "I haven't thanked Miss Qin yet."

Fan Mo: "......"

Mingmei looked at him expressionlessly.

Fan Mo gritted his teeth: "Thank you, Miss Qin." ”

"No thanks!" Bright and indifferent.

Doughko grimaced.

Thank you is useless, thank you is also to be taken away, slightly.

Fan Qinghe nodded. "Mo'er, since Miss Qin has forgiven you, you can send Miss Qin down the mountain with your father."

After speaking, he turned to Mingmei and said: "Miss Qin, next time you come back, the old man will prepare good wine and good food to make amends, please!" ”

Fan Qinghe said politely, but it contained an undoubted momentum.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would immediately obey in front of his momentum.

Mingmei said indifferently: "Let's fight, I won, he will go with me, you win, I will go alone." ”

Fan Mo breathed heavily.

He couldn't understand why a person he didn't know wanted to take him away so stubbornly.

It would be false to say that he was not impressed, he lived to be seventeen years old, and he went outside only a handful of times.

Even the next trip to the mountain can encounter hail from the sky, and the smashed head will break the bloodstream.

There are countless other disasters and small disasters, and only staying in the medicine field can be considered safe.

Outside meant danger and death, but the young man's adventurous spirit told him that he should go out.

However, even if you go out, it shouldn't be with her.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the bright sky with his eyes, but at this glance, he saw the bright moon, which was beautiful, his heart fluttered, and he snorted in annoyance.

Fan Qinghe's eyes shrank, and his whole body was shocked.

Fan Mo's blood can refine potions, it was discovered by chance, there were many people at that time, although he had strictly ordered it to be sealed, but someone still spread it.

During this period of time, many people quietly touched the mountain, and the idea of fighting Fan Mo was blocked by him.

Now it seems that the same is true of this woman.

He groaned.

"The old man is old, the rising star is like a cloud, no one takes the old decay in his eyes anymore, since Miss Qin is so confident, then let's fight."

Just right, let him take a look at the strength of the godlike new martial arts supreme who has been passed down from north to south of the great river.

For brightness, he is not underestimated.

He slowly drew his sword.

Mingmei had already thrown Qin Mingmei's sword at the Yan family, and at this time there was only one whip on her body, and she beat Fan Qinghe with the whip......

Probably, a little too miserable!

Mingmei thought for a while, and with a flip of her wrist, the long sword on Fan Mo's body was already in her hand.

Fan Mo touched the empty scabbard. "......" martial arts are good, are they amazing?

Dough dumplings: Of course, "......" is remarkable.

Fan Qinghe was more cautious, "Please!" ”

A bright sword was swung out, with the momentum of tearing the sky.

Fan Qinghe also pushed out the long sword in his hand, and there was a hidden killing intention in the majesty.

The movements of the two are simple, but there are thousands of troops and horses hidden in the sword qi, and the smoke of war.

After all the dust settled, a strand of hair on Fan Qinghe's head gently fell to the ground and scattered to the ground.

Mingmei looked at him indifferently.

Fan Qinghe looked at the strand of hair and fell into silence for a long time, and finally let out a long breath and arched his hand: "I'm defeated!" ”

Defeat the heart to convince orally.

He didn't expect that he would be a dignified martial saint and couldn't make a move under her hands, and he relied on the mercy of the other party's subordinates to survive.

So what realm is she, Martial God?

Mingmei was indifferent: "You are already very powerful!" ”

Most of them couldn't even walk under her for a while.

She looked at Fan Mo. "I won!"

Fan Mo's eyes widened, he still couldn't believe that his Martial Saint Father had actually lost???

"Daddy!"

He crossed the line in one step and ran towards Fan Qinghe.

Fan Qinghe stretched out his hand and stroked his head, feeling sad, he might really be old.

Mingmei silently looked at the father and son, and did not interrupt silently.

Doughnuts thoughtfully found the host of the Son of Luck again, it seems to be more human, of course, when playing it, the human touch is zero.

Boom!

Long.

Fan Qinghe thought for a while and said, "I don't know what Miss Qin is looking for Mo'er?" It's not a secret, Mo'er can be used except for a body of blood, in addition to this, it is useless, if you are not careful, you will encounter disasters, and the people around you will be affected, it is not old and decayed nonsense, raising him to such a big age has consumed too much energy, if Miss Qin is bewitched by others, thinking that Mo'er is full of treasures, it will be wrong, in the end, I am afraid that the gains outweigh the losses, and it will delay Mo'er's life. ”

Fan Mo: "......" Is this his pro-Lao Tzu? Such a demeaning of his own son?

He suddenly felt that his father's arms were not warm, and came out of Fan Qinghe's arms silently, looking at Mingmei stubbornly.

Mingmei nodded. "What Mr. Fan said is very true, he is really useless."

Fan Mo: "......" is too much!

Fan Qinghe: "......" This girl is too sincere, his son is actually quite handsome, and when he goes out to surf the rivers and lakes, he will have dozens of daughters-in-law.

Mingmei didn't notice anything, and continued: "In addition to being unlucky and causing trouble, his blood seems to be useful, but in fact it is a disaster, and it is not useful at all from beginning to end. ”

Fan Mo's face turned red, and he wanted to open his mouth to refute, but when he thought of the facts of this matter, he suddenly had nothing to love.

He had no choice but to cough lightly twice, indicating that he was still alive, and asked the two martial saints to save a little face for him in the third layer of martial arts.

Fan Qinghe's heart moved, as if he had figured out something, and looked at Mingmei with burning eyes.

Mingmei continued: "His bad luck, I can solve it!" ”

In this world, she is the only one who can unravel his doom.