"Madame, what a ruthless heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Did you leave the King of the Base like this, so you might as well resist it. Wen Bu smiled ugly, he had changed another face, a white-faced scholar, so handsome.

"I'm just a delicate girl. The pseudo-mother whispered.

Wen Buchou put down the pseudo-mother and let him walk by himself.

"Why don't you dare touch me?" said the puppet laughed.

"Madame, please respect yourself. Wen Buchou said solemnly. "Although I am a military advisor of the Field Society, and I am in a high position, I am not as powerful as President Yuhachi. The president is only eighty buckets tall, and the usual state of the rolling pin is more than a foot, just ask the world's group base, who dares to compete with the president of the field club?"

Who would dare to underestimate him because of Yuhachi's splendor who founded the Field Club and cultivated a good hand at growing crops? And Xiongba is also proud of the heroes, lonely as snow, and it is difficult for friends to be calm.

"Strategist, which face is your true face?" asked the pseudo-mother.

"Madame wants to know?" Wen Buchou said lightly.

"I don't want to. Just curious. The pseudo-mother said.

"Madame Bingxue is smart, otherwise how could she capture the heart of the King of Jiren and walk hand in hand with him. Wen Buug praised. "I heard that King Jiren also has a son, named Jifeng!"

"Do you mean Xiaofeng, but that kid is the son of King Jiren. The pseudo-girl's face changed slightly.

King Jiren had a failed marriage before becoming Ji Lao, and he gave birth to Ji Feng with an ordinary woman. Later, for some reason, he escaped into the old world and became a legend, and became famous because of Aunt Xue's knife. The pseudo-mother also knew the king of Jiren at that time, and was attracted by his old temperament, and hooked (silenced).

"Madam, where is the base wind?" Wen Buchou said that if he changed his face, he would change his face.

"You, what do you want to do to Xiaofeng!" said the pseudo-mother. He wished that Wen Buug would catch Ji Feng, "Ji Feng's annoying little guy, he looked well-behaved in front of King Jiren, and when he came to me, he shook his face and played tricks, he was so bad since he was a child, and he paid it back when he grew up." "The pseudo-mother and Ji Feng get along very badly, but in front of the king of Jiren, they are quite harmonious.

"Let go of my stepmother, let go of my stepmother!" Suddenly, a small fresh meat jumped out.

The puppet girl's face was green, and she was dizzy, and she actually called me stepmother! The puppet girl wanted to beat that young man with her hands.

The young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a righteous face. Looks a lot like King Kiren.

"Feng'er, Feng'er!" said the pseudo-mother. "Run, run! This uncle won't let you go, he is the military advisor of the Tiandi Society, and he is not ugly!"

said that Ji Feng should run for his life quickly, and the pseudo-mother said in her heart, the sin of the king of Ji Ren // species! Don't think about going anywhere today, Wen Bu Ugly will not let you go.

As the pseudo-mother expected, the military advisor of the Tiandi Society stopped Ji Feng. Wen Buchou said: "You are the only son of King Jiren?"

Ji Feng said: "If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, I'm Ji Feng!"

Wen Buug said: "The son of the king of the people, good!"

Ji Feng said: "You are the military advisor of the Tiandi Society, are you not ugly?"

Wen Bu said ugly: "Oh, you know me?"

Ji Feng said: "The celebrities in front of Xiongba, under one person, above ten thousand people, will be quite famous in the field." ”

Wen Buchou said happily: "That's right, it's Xiaosheng." ”

Ji Feng said: "I heard that there will be many good hands on your fields!"

Wen Buug said: "Yes." ”

Ji Feng said: "You are also a master in this?"

Wen Buug said: "Whether it is barley, wheat, rye, rice, upland rice, fragrant rice, radish, eggplant, potatoes, tomatoes, green peppers, peppers, bell peppers...... I'm proficient in them all, not for me to show off. ”

Ji Feng said: "Hahaha, very good, very good." Wen is not ugly!"

Wen Buchou said unhappily: "What do you call me!"

Ji Feng said: "Wen is not ugly!"

The pseudo-mother thought impatiently: "Hmph, what are they still rubbing, tearing it up, tearing it directly." Anyway, Ji Feng is not an opponent of Wen Bu Ugly. Capture the base wind, and the base man king will definitely be subject to Yuba. ”

Wen Buchou said patiently: "Ji Feng, listening to your tone, it seems that you look down on me." Can you explain why? ”

Ji Feng said: "Without it, it's just that my talent in planting crops is higher than yours, and I am very young, and my future achievements are immeasurable." ”

Wen Buchou said angrily: "Boy, you are too rampant! Is it because your father is the king of the Jiren, you should also be the king of the Jiren!"

Ji Feng said: "The tiger father has no dogs. My father was a great man, and in addition to his great achievements in martial arts, he also achieved great achievements in farming. I have been by his side since I was a child, and I have gradually become a crop expert. Look at my trick!"

Bang. Ji Feng punched like the wind, smashing into Wen Bu's ugly heart.

"!"

Wen Buug swept with anger. Bad luck, Xiao Zhengtai also dares to provoke him, where does his face go. Angry is angry, Wen Buug did not take it lightly because the other party was Zhengtai.

"It's kind of interesting. Wen Bu said with a ugly smile. He found that Ji Feng's boxing skills were disorganized and full of flaws, but his foundation was very good.

Ji Feng's trick was created by him, and he named it "Frosted Eggplant". The punch is cold, as if the end of autumn is coming to an end, winter is coming, the frost covers the earth, and the targets are frozen eggplants. And the military advisor of the Field Society is the eggplant.

"Hmph. Ji Feng's body really has the blood of the King of Jiren flowing. The pseudo-mother said unhappily. Although she doesn't want to admit it, the pseudo-mother is helpless.

Wen Buchou stood with his left leg, swept out his right leg, and whew! The fierce waves swirled in the sky, colliding with the punch that Zhengtai hit.

Boom! I heard an earth-shattering explosion, and the waves of air rolled up. "Ahh Wen Buug and Ji Feng didn't save the pseudo-mother who was thrown out, because they didn't care about him.

Especially Ki Feng, who hates the pseudo-mother who stayed with his father. "I want to be my stepmother, it's difficult!" Ji Feng was well-behaved in front of his father, secretly making evil, and wanted to break up the pseudo-mother and the king of Jiren, but Ji Feng's conspiracy never succeeded.

"Deliberately, that cheap boy must have done it on purpose. The pseudo-mother vomited blood. He was injured, his internal organs were knotted together, and he was unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Wen is not ugly, you can take my punch, you have some skills. "It's still Zhengtai's base wind said coldly.

"I can't be happy to be praised by Xiaobu. Wen Buchou said sadly. "I don't think I'm ugly, and the elders of the field club are in the limelight with their IQ. Can't I hold you?"

"The text is not ugly, nonsense is not said. Again. "Base air ducts.

Teng! Zhengtai jumped up in the air, handsome, like a young eagle with wings spread. "Back then, there was a predecessor whose achievements in planting crops were unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and won the reputation of Shennong. Ji Feng is not talented, and he knows that he cannot reach the height of Shennong's predecessors, but he has no regrets in this life, devotes himself to the crops in the field, and becomes the god of crops in this era!"

Brush. A snow-bright sword light burst out from the sea of life of the base wind, straight like a silver dragon turning over the river, roaring for nine days. Ji Feng's father is a master of making knives, Ji Feng is influenced by his father, and he also likes knives, in addition to planting crops, he likes to dance knives.

Aunt Xue's knife is too domineering and weird, and King Jiren does not intend to pass it on to his only son, but he does not want to waste his son's talent in the way of swords, so he finds another famous knife, drinking saber.

Ji Feng imitated his father, King Jiren, and placed the saber in his own sea of life.

Fit, the sword light that came out of the base wind body was from the drinking saber.

"Drink the saber!"

Wen Buug said sharply.

He replaced his sword with his sleeve and swung it forward, slashing away the sword light that slashed at him.

"Little one, you've surprised me again. "Wen Bu Ugly's body is fixed, and the base qi comes out of the body and surrounds the body. "I thought it would be easy to take you ......"

The sword roared, and the whole Zhengtai exuded a fierce knife aura, and he was like a knife, erected in the middle of heaven and earth.

A knife handle rushed out of Ji Feng's belly without a cut. Ji Feng held the handle of the knife with both hands and slowly took out the saber. The moment his hand touched the hilt of the sword, the heavens and the earth were silent, without wind or light. He was the only one.

Wen Buqiu's eyes shrank suddenly, and the muscles on his face moved, although only for a moment, he flinched, afraid of the young man opposite.

"I'm going to die! How could I be a piece of fresh meat

Defeat. Wen Buchou stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, and his handsome face disappeared, replaced by a woman's face, with long eyebrows and sideburns, Danfeng eyes, and a cold face. "Kikaze!"

Ji Feng grasped the hilt of the saber with both hands, and slowly pointed at Wen Buchou, his eyes flashing with a look of danger that did not match his age. "Clown of the Field Society, what can I do to save you?" Kifeng began. It's completely an adult's tone, beyond his age. "You show off your cultivation skills in front of me, huh, funny!"

"Let me end your miserable life with a saber." Ji Feng said word by word.

In the distance, the injured puppet Niang was shocked: "When did Ji Feng Xiao'er become so terrifying!" He has been with Jiren Wang and Ji Feng father and son for many years, and he thinks he knows them very well, and to this day, the puppet Niang is stunned to find that he doesn't know Ji Feng at all. What about the King of the People, does he really know the King of the People?

After Wen Buchou changed a woman's face, his voice also changed, almost like a real woman. With a wave of the big sleeves, Jasmine sent it out. "Yes, let me see what you can do, and see how you kill me. "Wen is not ugly.

"Blood!" Wen Bu shouted ugly.

Peng, a wave of blood burst out, and immediately, a blood sword appeared, its name "blood stain", from the hand of a famous sword caster.

Wen Buchou stretched out his hand and took the blood sword. "Ignorant boy, pay the price for your wild words. Wen Buchou said coldly.

The sword is cold, the person is cold, and the blood is even colder.

Wen is not ugly, and the wind is basic, and the two good hands of planting crops are staring at each other.

There is another puppet girl in the distance, his mind is treacherous, and Xia Fei's cheeks seem to have thought of a vicious idea, just waiting to be implemented.

Quietly, another person came.

It's Duan Lang, Ji Feng's good friend. Duan Lang was in the dark, and his black and white eyes looked at Ji Feng and Wen was not ugly. "The military advisor of the Tiandi Society. Duan Lang said secretly. "My talent for growing crops is not weaker than that of Jifeng, and the field club is my home! I will join the field club and become famous in the shortest time. Ji Feng, my lifelong rival, is also my best friend!" Duan Lang smiled.

Brush!

Duan Lang strode out, more agile than a leopard.

"Kifu, my best friend. I know you want to get rid of that demon// Yan pseudo-girl, I'll help you. "Duan Lang's target is the pseudo-mother in front.

Holding a short sword in his right hand, Duan Lang stabbed the puppet mother in the back of the heart, go to death!

Because the murderous aura was too strong, the pseudo-mother also felt the danger behind her. "Oh no!" the pseudo-mother exclaimed.

Brush. Duan Lang handed out a sword, the target remained the same, it was still a pseudo-mother.

"Am I going to die!"

"Got it!" Duan Lang said happily.

Ji Feng and Wen Bu are still tearing up, and they have no time to take care of it, and the death of the pseudo-mother has nothing to do with them. Ji Feng hopes that the puppet mother will die, Wen Buug doesn't care whether the puppet girl is alive or dead, if Xiongba asks, he has a lot of excuses to go to the crime.

Call. A head smashed over, smashing into Duan Lang as fast as lightning. Duan Lang didn't have time to react, the head had already hit his wrist, "Ah!" Duan Lang said bitterly. The dagger in his hand was thrown out, and his wrist was broken.

"Beauty, are you okay?" One person strode over, it was Yuhachi! The president of the Field Society, the Yuhachi who collects the world's crops!

Yuhachi saved the pseudo-mother.

"Ahh

As for the king of the people, he is as arrogant as the king of the people, how can he hand over Aunt Xue's knife to others, even if it is his only son! There is only one possibility......

That is, the king of the people is dead.

Duan Lang's right wrist was broken, but he held back, gritted his teeth, and didn't say a word. But when he saw the human head that broke his wrist, he immediately lost his voice and said, "King Jiren!"

The head on the ground is not the king of the people, who else can it be? Duan Lang looked incredulous, King Jiren was killed, and his head was also taken off. "It's Yuhachi! The president of the Field Society, Yuhachi, is the one who cut off the head of the king of the base. Duan Lang knew it in his heart.

"The field will be!" Duan Lang said secretly. "I was going to kill the woman of the king of Kijin, but Yuhachi saved him. Could it be that Yuhachi also likes him?" Duan Lang was shocked. "I'm afraid I'm going to join the Field Club, it's going to be difficult. ”

I offended Yuhachi, the president of the Field Society, can I still join the Field Society? Duan Lang's thoughts were frequent, but he didn't know how to face the chaotic start. At the same time, he was also very worried about Ji Feng, the king of Ji Ren was dead, "Ji Feng, has he also become an orphan like me?" Duan Lang said in his heart.

The president of the Tiandi Society, Yuhachi, held the hand of the pseudo-mother in his left hand and the Xue Aunt knife in his right hand. It's like the return of the king, and it's like the overlord of heaven and earth. The pseudo-mother is very happy, and his little bird is crooked in the arms of Xiongba like a human. "This is the real old man!" said the pseudo-mother secretly. That's who he wants.

"Ugly. Yuhachi suddenly said in a loud voice. "Know what you're doing. Yuhachi's tone turned cold. "As the second person of the Field Society, I can't take a Zhengtai. Ridiculous!"

"It's the president!" Wen Bu said happily.

Wen Buchou is really embarrassed, so positive, he really can't take the son of the king of Jiren, Jifeng.

"Open the door, open the door!"

"I know you're in there, slut, open the door!"

"Open the door, open the door, open the door!"

Yuhachi's right hand held Aunt Xue's knife groaned.

"Father!"

Ji Feng, who is not ugly and tearing apart, suddenly feels bad. It seems that there is something far away from him, and it is the most precious relative of his life that he has relied on to this day.

"Good opportunity. ”

Wen Bu was ugly and saw the right time, and the bloodstained sword slashed out, banging the horse drinking knife in Fei Jifeng's hand. "Hahaha, I've taken down the Jifeng, and I've taken the son of the King of the Jiren!" Wen Buug laughed.

laughed a few times, and Wen Bu was not ugly and felt quite embarrassed. It seems that there is nothing to show off, and the president of the Tiandi Society has won the invincible King of the Jiren, and he has not said anything......

Yuhachi and Ki Feng met.

The president of the field club remembered what Ni Bodhisattva // Sa said, "Ji Lao is not a thing in the pool, and when he encounters a storm, he becomes a dragon ......" (to be continued.) )