As he spoke, Ye Feihong was obviously helpless in the face of this almost 10,000-arrow move, after all, this arrow-shaped strength was transparent, and he could feel it, but he couldn't see it clearly. For a while, he could only dance the long sword in his hand impenetrable, and cut off all the strength of any attack. It's just that compared to the understatement of the sword servant, it is obviously much more difficult.

And at this time, Fang Xinghan's third move had already been shot!

"This is the Nine Heavens Imperial Pen," a brush made of huge energy with a thickness of about five zhang turned towards Ye Feihong!

The castration of that brush was extremely slow, but Ye Feihong, who was in the center, only felt that no matter how much he dodged, the tip of the pen was facing him! Seeing that he couldn't dodge, he could only grit his teeth reluctantly, and the sword qi of the long sword in his hand soared three feet again, slashing straight towards the huge pen.

A dull sound sounded, Ye Feihong snorted, retreated more than thirty steps, and left two deep ravines on the ground with his feet before finally standing firm.

"Flutter!" his face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At this time, Fang Xinghan raised his head as if he was lifting weights, and the last sentence of the poem came out-

"The world is about winning and losing. ”

It's about winning and losing, but it's clear that he only wins, not loses!

Three moves, defeat Ye Feihong, and obviously Fang Xinghan was merciful to his subordinates and didn't make a move in the fourth move, otherwise Ye Feihong would definitely not be able to stand up now.

"Understood!" Ye Feihong hugged his fists with hatred, the blood in his chest churned, and he pressed the injury. The three moves just now made the true qi in the body chaotic, and when I returned to the sect, I am afraid that it would take half a year of retreat to recover.

But it was obvious that the reason why Fang Xinghan had to make a move was definitely not just to teach him a lesson. His real purpose is ......

"Xiaobao," Fang Xinghan looked at Hong Xiaobao, with kind eyebrows: "Look at my tricks just now, are they good-looking?

It turned out that he just shot to win over Hong Xiaobao!

As soon as he figured out this, Ye Feihong couldn't help it anymore, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Just when everyone thought that Hong Xiaobao would agree this time, Hong Xiaobao directly killed Ye Feihong on the spot with one sentence: "Don't! This poem of yours is weak, I can read out ten poems ......and eight poems in minutes."

Ye Feihong HP-10000.

Well, it's still a map weapon, Fang Xinghan and Zuo Shixian all HP-5000......

Hearing this, even including Ye Feihong, everyone's expressions were like this: O__O\"

The poetry of Fang Xinghan, the head of the Holy Son School Palace, is weak?

Even Qingqing and the sword servant on the tree were stunned.

This Hong Xiaobao looks like, there is a little bit of it, against the sky! Fang Xinghan's poems can't get into his eyes?

Looking at everyone's expressions, Hong Xiaobao knew that they definitely didn't believe it, this couldn't bear it! Hong Xiaobao's authority must not be questioned!

Immediately, Hong Xiaobao shouted: "Bring a pen and paper!"

Hurriedly a guard sent a new pen and paper, Hong Xiaobao picked up the pen, dipped it in ink casually, brushed and brushed is a pen and snake, and soon, Li Baijuju's "Chivalrous Journey" came out like this - of course, Hong Xiaobao only wrote one-third of it......

"Knight's Journey!"

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. ”

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

The simple forty words, in Fang Xinghan's eyes, were filled with endless murderous aura, especially the sentence "Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles", he just muttered, he already felt the agitation of the true qi in his body, and he couldn't wait to go out now, kill all those scum in the rivers and lakes, and leave a tall image of "brushing off your clothes and hiding your body and fame".

"Good poem, good poem!" Fang Xinghan picked up the paper and kept reading it more than a dozen times, the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't put it down, and praised loudly while reading: "Okay! Xiaobao, can you give this poem to you?"

Now the more he looks at Hong Xiaobao, the more he likes it, this kid is simply a big gold mine, he gave Zuo Shixian a good poem before, this one is even more than before! Fang Xinghan can't wait to cut Hong Xiaobao's head open to see how many good poems he still hasn't made.

"Ah, I, actually, I don't need anything," Hong Xiaobao thought for a while: "Otherwise, Lei Yingge is gone, just ask Uncle Zuo to stay first, lest Xiaoxiao come over to make trouble when I develop my Haomeng." ”

When he said this, Hong Xiaobao glanced at Ye Feihong by the way: (_)

Your sister, your expression is too obvious, isn't it?!

Ye Feihong spurted out another mouthful of old blood.

"I can't ask for it! I can't ask for it!" Zuo Shixian nodded desperately. What is the requirement for this, this is simply another favor! With Hong Xiaobao, can there be less good poems and good words?

To be honest, Fang Xinghan was a little jealous of Zuo Shixian. He wanted to accept Hong Xiaobao as an apprentice in such a low voice, Hong Xiaobao didn't give face, but in the end he left Zuo Shixian by his side.

This can't work, it must not work! How can you call Zuo Shixian to be beautiful in the front?!

"That, Xiaobao, let's do it," Fang Xinghan laughed twice, and asked cautiously: "It's okay lately, why don't you linger here for a few days?"

Eh, this is a good dog's leg, even the money is saved, just send him two poems if it's okay, I have a lot!

Sure enough, even Hong Wenqing's eyes were full of golden light--what is it to walk away from a Lei Yin Pavilion? Seeing our family's treasure?! This pull, he will pull a Holy Son School Palace to teach him! With Fang Xinghan here, who would dare to make a mistake?!

"Uh...... Is this," Hong Xiaobao pretended to mutter, and only after Fang Xing's cold heart was mentioned, did he nod and said, "Well, okay, then I will ask Uncle Fang to take care of me in the future, hehe." ”

"No problem! It must be no problem!" Fang Xinghan was really happier than anything he got, and he desperately agreed: "Then I'll stay here." Well, since Lei Yin Pavilion has withdrawn its troops, then I will ask the disciples of my Academy Palace to come here to help guard it first. By the way, Xiao Bao'er," you see, this title is much more affectionate: "You really don't want to learn my kung fu?"

He can already be said to be begging Hong Xiaobao to learn his kung fu, but Hong Xiaobao decisively refused: "Don't learn, your kung fu is not fun, our own research is amazing!"

Hearing his words, not only Hong Wenqing was stunned, but even Ye Feihong was stunned.

Hong Xiaobao's amazing power was researched by himself?!

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