Sure enough, the world's kung fu is only fast and not broken, and I didn't expect archery to be the same, but how to do it fast, is there any trick in this? ”

The soldiers are full of curiosity and curiosity.

You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth!

Wen Dingbei, who was completely ignored on the side: "......"

The face is blackened into carbon!

The carbon was burned again in a blink of an eye!

Grass! When he is dead!

"Get out of the way, our competition is not over!" Roared with true anger.

The soldiers were yelled at and immediately scattered.

Xia Shengnuan clasped his hands around his chest, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Bow, you lost, and then crossbows, guns, sticks, swords, contradictions, axes, halberds, whips, hammers, forks, palladium, which do you want to compare?" ”

Wen Dingbei: "......"

Damn it!

This stinky boy, do you really think he can win with all eighteen weapons?

glanced at Xia Shengnuan's hands, and found that her little hands were white and slender, and she had never held a sword to practice at first glance, so she roared, "Take the sword, Lao Tzu wants to compare the sword!" ”

The treasure grabbing had already arrived, and when he heard the order, he immediately stepped forward and respectfully handed a sword to the master's hand, and retreated again.

Ye is angry now, he has to cherish life.

Wen Dingbei held the sword, pointed at Xia Shengnuan, and said coldly, "Stinky boy, draw your sword, if Lao Tzu loses to you again this time, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kowtow to call you father!" ”

Xia Shengnuan raised his eyebrows and stared at him, looked up and down, looked left and right, and suddenly said with interest, "Hey, compare to what, you lose more than anything, you can't do anything, you can't do martial arts, you can't eat, drink and have fun, you will be beaten into a pig's head, and you can shake off your pants with a dice, think about whether you smash this to earn half of Lao Tzu's face!"

My son suddenly doesn't want your son, what should I do? ”

The clear and bright voice floated in everyone's ears.

Wen Dingbei: "......"

Wen Guogong: "......"

Crowd: "......"

The master is really the master, so arrogant!

This is the legendary arrogance!

Wen Guogong felt that this little boy simply said what was in his heart, and he didn't want this kind of son very much.

This little boy is the son of someone else's family in the legend!

Sensible and powerful!

"I don't know which little boy it is, if he is interested in entering the military camp, if he is interested, Weichen wants to open a back door for him and let him go straight to the Flying Feather Army." Grandpa Guo said suddenly.

The Flying Feather Army is the life's work of the grandfather of the country, this army is invincible, invincible, and has made countless contributions to Xiliang, and it needs to go through layers of assessment before it can come in, and the soldiers who join the army are proud to join the Flying Feather Army.

The one who can let Grandpa Guo open the back door can be counted on five fingers.

When Gonggong Lin and Zhao Can heard this, they all looked at Duke Wen.

Grandpa Guo, you are inflated, even the emperor's people dare to dig into the corners.

Sure enough, when Grandpa Guo's voice fell, he received the cold light from the emperor's gloomy eyes.

The astute Grandpa of the Kingdom immediately felt the cold death shroud of the emperor, and his heart trembled.

Did he say something wrong?

Didn't the emperor appreciate this little boy, he opened the back door for this little boy, which was invisibly patting the horse.

For a while, Wen Guogong, who rarely patted horses, sat up straight, wrinkling his brows, unable to figure out why he would shoot the horse's hooves.

And Wen Dingbei on this side of the field, listening to Xia Shengnuan's words, that is angry!

Angry, ashamed, angry and angry, a handsome face changed from blue to purple, from purple to red, and then from red to white.

Because what people say is the truth.

Treasure Hunt silently unscrewed his face.

Poor master, he has been wanton for more than ten years, and he was once abused into a soup chicken!

Miserable!

It's miserable!

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