That is clearly the eleventh form of green mountains and flowing clouds!

No, it's not all exact, because when the eleventh type of wind and clouds and rain attack, it can only transform eleven.

But why are there twelve in front of you?

The twelve phantom feather dusters are like the sound of wind and rain at night, and the emphasis is on silent killing.

It can be said that Zhang Zifeng's trick is far inferior to half of him!

"Boom!"

A strong wind slammed into the girl's face, and her pupils suddenly condensed, and she saw that twelve feather dusters were about to hit her.

And suddenly Zhang Zifeng stopped again and looked at the woman with a smile that you can't convince.

She was shocked.

"You...... How did you do it? The woman came to her senses.

Zhang Zifeng shook the feather duster in his hand disapprovingly, and said, "If you want to learn, I'll teach you." ”

The woman was stunned, "You...... Have you studied before? ”

Zhang Zifeng was cheeky and said, "I've learned, why haven't I learned, isn't there still twelve styles, twelve styles are even more powerful, you call me a good brother, I can also teach you." ”

"I don't believe it, unless you show it to me right away," the woman competed, she absolutely couldn't believe that the guy she looked down on could learn this green mountain and flowing clouds twelve styles?

Hearing this, Zhang Zifeng was embarrassed.

Where did he learn this Qingshan Liuyun Twelve Style, in fact, he just learned this Nizi's movements, and then added his previous experience with the Sword Saint Xiao Er, so he decided to give it a try.

Who knew that this really gave a little bit of essence.

I don't know how she would feel if the woman knew at this time that Zhang Zifeng was a blind cat who touched a dead mouse, and she was right.

You have been working hard to comprehend the genius little sword saint for a month, and I, Zhang Zifeng, only need to look at it, and then babble and wave it again to succeed.

And this is the terrible thing about Zhang Zifeng.

Although this guy hangs all day long, he thinks this is amazing, that genius.

But in the end, these people are really worthless compared to him.

Not to mention that this green mountain is flowing with cats and tigers, even if the old god of war took the fledgling Zhang Zifeng, facing the old noses of the eight major towns of the dragon and tiger green mountains today, they still don't rely on the terrifying learning ability, within seven days, one by one?

Who can do it with an eighteen-year-old boy?

That year, the head of Longhu Qingshan, "Xiaoyaozi", saw such a scene, and predicted to the old god of war with envy, "With this son, I swear to have the talent to chase our ancestor and the green cow shepherd boy." ”

He did predict half of it, but unfortunately he didn't predict half of it.

Zhang Zifeng not only caught up with the green cow shepherd boy, but even surpassed it unprecedentedly.

It's a pity that it was just once.

Now, as the boy said, he is now a packaged waste, a real man for five seconds.

Zhang Zifeng, who accepted it when he saw it, hurriedly put on a feather duster, and under the envy of the woman, he stepped on the pink slippers and swaggered out.

Relying solely on the strength of muscles to show beyond the upper limit of the eleventh phantom, Zhang Zifeng is still the first person.

Uncle Long couldn't help but sigh, "Awesome! ”

"Then when are you going to teach me the twelfth form," the woman changed her attitude at this time, and respectfully chased after Zhang Zifeng and asked.

Zhang Zifeng thought to himself, I can't do it myself, how can I teach you, I simply rely on Meng.

But he can't say that, otherwise this flat-chested little girl will not have to draw her sword and talk to him endlessly?

I am a real man in five seconds, where can I stand it.

Zhang Zifeng could only find an excuse to fool this simple flat-chested little girl paper, Yun Yundao, "The twelfth style is too powerful, you can't learn it now, let's consolidate the foundation first, cough cough." ”

"But Master Sword Saint said I don't need it anymore."

"This ......" Zhang Zifeng was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but fortunately he had that three-inch tongue, and said quickly, "Who said you don't need it, wait until you can swing the Twelve Swords of Wind and Rain and Rain." ”

Then the naïve woman believed.

The conversation between the two, on the contrary, Uncle Long, who was in the old rivers and lakes on the side, saw that Zhang Zifeng was fooling people again, and he couldn't help but be shocked again.

The eleven styles of your feelings are all dependent on Meng?

can't help but give a thumbs up, and a thousand words are less than a sentence of "." ”

In the evening, Shen Xixi finally returned to the company under Wei Xueyan's pick-up, and the first person to look for was Zhang Zifeng.

Usually she sent a message to Zhang Zifeng, but she didn't say a word this time, she suspected that Zhang Zifeng was kidnapped by the Martians.

At this time, when I saw Zhang Zifeng stepping on pink slippers, lying on the counter and talking about constellations and life with the young lady, I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Say, why didn't you reply to my message?" Shen Xixi questioned Zhang Zifeng with the attitude of looking for a little girlfriend.

Zhang Zifeng said unhurriedly, "I said big star, don't you want money to reply to your message?" ”

"You ......" Shen Xixi was speechless, "Do you pick some more?" ”

Zhang Zifeng ignored it, glanced back at Wei Xueyan who was on the phone, and then said to Shen Xixi, rarely serious, "I'm afraid it's not been a little peaceful in the past few days, don't run around with Wei Xueyan, that stinky boy is here, no one can be sorry for you." ”

"What's the matter, what's going on again," Shen Xixi frowned, "I don't care, I'm going to play with you." ”

"Play with your sister, don't you see all the bodyguards now, I can't protect myself," Zhang Zifeng patted Uncle Long who looked helpless behind him.

Shen Xixi saw Uncle Long is scream, "Oh my God, Uncle Long, why are you here." ”

Obviously, she has followed Wei Xueyan to She's house to play since she was a child, and she is still very familiar with Uncle Long.

Uncle Long said helplessly, "This is a deal." ”

In the evening, Zhang Zifeng took Uncle Long and walked out of the company with a swagger, as if to say that I am here, and you will come if you have a kind of blood wolf.

Seeing this, Uncle Long couldn't help but smile bitterly, "When others ask for bodyguards, they usually hide, but it's better for you, I'm afraid he won't come." ”

Zhang Zifeng said leisurely, "The enemy is in the dark, we are in the light, he can't sleep like this, instead of hiding, it is better to tell him, I will wait." ”

Can't sleep?

Uncle Long couldn't help but complain, "I see you slept quite deadly." ”

"That's because there's an uncle here," Zhang Zifeng said stinkily.

"So where are we going now?" Uncle Long asked.

Zhang Zifeng looked at his watch and said with a smile, "Two big men, come out at night, what else do you say?" ”

Uncle Long's face turned red and muttered, "The old man is as guarded as jade, but he doesn't dare to mess around." ”

Half an hour later.

The two of them lay comfortably in the hot spring, and Uncle Long knew that he was thinking too much.

Only then did he notice the hideous scar on Zhang Zifeng's chest, and he couldn't help but look stunned.

Obviously, from the extent of this wound, it was obvious that the heart was instantly pierced by a strange force.

It was hard for Uncle Long to imagine how this Zhang Zifeng survived.

Zhang Zifeng ignored it and enjoyed this rare private space by himself.

And just then, suddenly there was a commotion outside.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open, and only a few fat and strong, white and tender men with tattoos on the upper body stepped in.

The big man at the head glared at Zhang Zifeng, and randomly found a place to sit down.

At this time, when the junior brothers saw this, they all projected extremely unfriendly eyes at Zhang Zifeng and Uncle Long.

The big man said lightly, "This water is really cold, go, heat it for me." ”

The younger brother on the side smiled evilly and quickly turned up the water temperature.

"Little brother, I'm afraid these guys are a bit of a thorn," Uncle Long wiped the hot water from his face and said lightly.

"Then let's change places," Zhang Zifeng said.

But as soon as the two of them stood up, they were suddenly stopped by several people by the hot spring pool.

"Don't leave, soak me," I heard the big man soaking in the hot spring pool.

At this time, one of the younger brothers smiled evilly, "I don't know that this room is for my boss, I'm afraid you don't want to live." ”

"It's really a bad world," Uncle Long said angrily.

"Don't be too heavy, I'll leave it to you," Zhang Zifeng patted Uncle Long on the shoulder.

From time to time, I only heard a scream from the room, and Zhang Zifeng walked out slowly.

"Zhang Zifeng!" At this moment, a familiar woman's voice came out.

Zhang Zifeng turned around, and suddenly saw Wei Xueyan rushing into his arms with the fragrance.