However, the affairs of the world are not written without coincidence. Right here and now. Feng Xueyang has also come to his senses. Feng Xueyang vaguely saw Yun Meng'er walking towards him. I thought to myself, what is this little girl going to do? Take me to pretend to be dizzy, try her first. At this time, Yun Meng'er's face was flushed. The soft lips slowly kissed the wind and snow. Feng Xueyang, just felt a faint girl's unique virgin fragrance coming. When the girl's delicate lips touch the wind and snow. The sweet aroma gradually came.

Feng Xueyang's heart is very complicated. First of all, his first kiss was gone. And then, Sister Xian'er, I'm sorry for you, my first kiss was not dedicated to you. The other is that I enjoyed it a lot.

At the same time, the wind fairy dwells. Feng Xian'er sneezed fiercely. I thought to myself, it's not cold tonight, how can I sneeze! Feng Xian'er, who was in a bad mood, was very resolute to go to sleep. And inside the Beichen Sword, our Feng Dashao is enjoying a romantic long kiss. Until you run out of breath. Ahem. Ah!!!!! a fairy-like scream came, but fortunately it was inside the Beichen Sword. Otherwise, it is estimated that many people will hear about it. And at that time, it is difficult to explain how windy we are. The girl blushed and asked, Brother Xueyang, when did you wake up? Feng Xueyang replied. Actually, I woke up a long time ago, but I saw a certain girl who was robbing sex, so I slept for a while. This kind of answer made Yun Meng'er embarrassed. That Xueyang brother, you have to be responsible, have people and you done everything? Feng Xueyang was very wronged in his heart. I thought to myself, so I kissed it, and it really wasn't on my own initiative. However, in this little fairy's heart, a kiss is already like a snap, right?) (By the way, Yun Meng'er is a physical speaker in the Beichen Sword, and she is almost the same as a normal person.) Alright, Meng'er, little fairy, let's continue to practice martial arts. Brother Xueyang, are you sure you still have to practice. Meng'er, you remember. In this world, it is impossible to become strong just by relying on the physique of a genius. Therefore, I can only practice and practice desperately. in order to catch up with the true geniuses of the so-called Great Plane. Okay, Brother Xueyang Meng'er will accompany you to practice.

Okay, let's get started, let's see the dream

Time flies, and the deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night. Feng Xueyang Wu Yun Meng'er has been practicing martial arts for 8 days. In these eight days, when I have time during the day, I go shopping with Feng Xian'er. Then cultivate and cultivate aura. Occasionally, I will accompany the wind fairy to watch the sunrise and sunset. Eight days were arranged in an orderly manner by the wind and snow. But the only strange thing is that Sister Xian'er's hair actually has some blue feeling at times. But the two didn't pay much attention to it. At this moment, in the waterfall in the back mountain, Meng'er, today is the ninth day. I should be able to practice my martial arts, right? Yes, in the past eight days, Feng Xueyang's progress has been rapid. Whether it is the mastery of martial arts, or combat skills, and the use of spiritual power. It's a lot stronger. Now, Yun Meng'er has to take out forty percent of her strength to abuse Feng Xueyang! Don't think about underestimating the power of these four layers! After all, Feng Xueyang and Yun Meng'er are one level apart.

Brother Xueyang, you can find someone to fight and give it a try. Hearing this, Feng Xueyang pondered for a moment. Slowly, let's go to the busiest street in Zhongtian City. There, someone is bound to get me in trouble. Talking about the boy reminiscing about his childhood

Please let it go, it's pathetic. In front of him is a young man covered in bruises, let it go! Joke, you let us let it go, in the eyes of the strong, there is no seat for you to speak for the weak. Call me. Little fox, run! It's a little white fox, and the little fox's eyes are looking at Feng Xueyang tightly, as if he wants to remember his appearance. Hehe, is human nature so ugly?

Boy, remember for me, dare to appear here again in the future, see you and beat you once. Remember only because you are weak, remember my name, Han Shuang. At this time, the people around who were originally going to support the young man, when you heard the name, all left Fengxueyang. Hey, what is this waste of the Feng family doing to provoke Han Shuang of the Han family! How can the weak seek justice from the strong.

The boy remembered a sentence after beating this. There is no place for the weak in the eyes of the strong. Hehe, this is the so-called human nature, this world, is it really difficult that the weak can live well?

Hehe, Han Shuang, the former wind and snow, is here. But now, he is no longer a pitiful weakling. Wake up from your thoughts. Feng Xueyang moved.

It's a bustling street with weapons, food, hotels, casinos, you name it. And the building on the highest floor in the middle is the auction hall of Zhongtian City. Treasure Chamber. At this moment, a handsome young man in white walked on the street, looking at the people around him, and listening to the voices of the people around him. This kid is so beautiful and has a good figure, he can't be the little white face of some very rich man! Well, you're right, you look at his figure. It must be very weak. In this world, Feng Xueyang's figure alone makes many people think that he is a weakling. And at this very moment. Get out of the way. A young man, with a carriage, galloped towards him in the middle of the street. There happened to be an old man. Seeing the horse's hooves, they were about to step over the old man's house, and none of those who looked young and strong went to save the old man. And at this moment, the wind and snow moved. The ghostly figure crossed and instantly appeared in front of the old man. With one hand, he stopped the carriage from moving forward. The old man is getting out of here. The old man said very gratefully, "Young man, you are a good person, and you will be rewarded." With that, the old man left slowly. Feng Xueyang smiled self-deprecatingly, good person! I'm not a good person. Besides, in this world, will good people really be rewarded?

At this moment the man in the carriage came down, and who was so blind to me in my way? Hehe, Han Shuang, have you forgotten even me? This man named Han Shuang was wearing a purple luxurious robe. He had a sword in his arms. And look at our wind and snow again! A simple white robe, there is nothing of value on the body, only the necklace on the chest, shining strangely in the sun. Oh, who should I be!It turned out to be you!, that genius waste of the Feng family. Actually, I don't mind killing you, but if you kneel down and beg me for mercy now, I can still consider sparing you. Han Shuang said proudly.

And at this moment, Feng Xueyang did not squeak. Just smiled weirdly. Only then did he say slowly, Han Shuang, the humiliation in the past, today is ten times more begging. Oh, just with you, our Young Master Han Shuang is already a martial artist 2. A servant next to him said unremittingly. Feng Xueyang just smiled and said, yes, it's up to me. Young master, I'll let a few servants teach him a lesson, okay, Ah San, don't beat him to death. And at this moment, Feng Xian'er, who had been looking for Feng Xueyang early in the morning. Passing by here, I saw this scene, but Feng Xian'er was not in a hurry to make a move. Because she knows that Brother Xueyang is very mysterious.

In an instant, more than a dozen martial artists surrounded Fengxueyang. Feng Xueyang said indifferently. Han Shuang, I advise you, let's go together. Otherwise, these people alone are not my opponents. How dare you look down on us, stinky boy? One of the servants shouted, "Let's go, we can't let him look down on him." As he spoke, more than a dozen people, holding sticks, smashed at Feng Xueyang! But in Feng Xueyang's eyes, these movements were too slow. Hmph! Nine days of dragon walking, the wind slashes. Wind Blade Slash, a low-level martial art of the Feng Family's starry sky. With the help of a quick swipe, the resulting wind blade attacks the enemy. The scene was very quiet, and people could only see a ghostly afterimage streaked by, and a few lines of blood floated out. Suddenly, the people besieging Feng Xueyang just felt a little coolness on their shoulders, and suddenly saw that their arms had been crossed off. Siss. Feng Xueyang, you are so ruthless. Han Shuang, if you say I'm ruthless, then I'll tell you, because I'm stronger than you, so I can decide your life and death. Hehe, joke, Feng Xueyang has the ability to pick me up. Shattered Mountain Fist. Saying that, Han Shuang punched him hard. Hehe, this won't hit me at all. Nine Heavens Dragon Walk, the young man, the ghostly figure swept by, his legs bent slightly, and with the help of the reaction force given by the ground, he jumped up fiercely and kicked the back of Han Shuang's head. kicked Han Shuang and robbed. Feng Xueyang, don't hide if you have the ability! At this moment, Han Shuang has lost his mind. Shattered Mountain Fist. Heh, Han Shuang, you didn't let me hide. The dragon flame is shattered. A low roar came from the mouth of Feng Xueyang. A clear-eyed person can see at a glance that if this punch goes down, Han Shuang's arm is probably going to be useless. And at this moment, stop me! Look at it is the Han family's Secret Moon Intermediate Martial Technique! Long Yan Shattering vs Nine Shadows Palm When the fist and the palm were opposed, a huge aura wave vibrated the cultivation of some onlookers next to him to a relatively low-level by tens of meters. Ticking tock, looking at it, Feng Xueyang's palm and that person's palm were already bloody. At this time, Feng Xueyang asked. Who are you? You're pretty strong, well, boy, you're qualified to know who I am! Remember my name, Han family, Han Zhenyu. When the people around heard the name Han Zhenyu, they were all shocked. Have you heard? Han Zhenyu of the Han family, only the Feng family's Feng poor can compete with him. And just now, this person actually caught Han Zhenyu's palm, which is really tough. Feng Xueyang said, Oh, you are the genius of the Feng family who can't cultivate. You're very strong, we'll try it another day. Waste, let's go, Han Zhenyu said to Han Shuang. At this moment, Feng Xueyang suddenly said, hurry up and go back, these people's arms can still be connected. Also, if I was ruthless, just now, it should be my neck that slipped. Han Shuang still looked at Feng Xueyang with hatred and said, you wait for me! Han Shuang, you waste, don't lose face here. Heard Han Zhenyu say this. Han Shuang left unwillingly

Okay, Sister Xian'er, come out, you don't have to hide. Hee-hee, Brother Xueyang, you're amazing

(Stay tuned for the next chapter, Battle Wind Poor)