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After a long time, Gu Ting wiped away her tears and got up to dress up, still smiling and coming out to meet everyone.

"Senior sister, don't forget to promise me something. Meng Yao said.

"Sister is reputable, I will teach you after eating, but you have to endure the hardship. Gu Ting nodded.

"I've always wanted to say that body forging techniques are practiced by men, and Yao'er is a girl, can she bear it?" Wei Feng interjected.

"I can do it. Meng Yao insisted that she didn't want to miss the opportunity to improve.

"Xiaofeng really feels sorry for you!" Gu Ting quipped.

"What, in his heart, no one can compare to ......" Meng Yao didn't continue, of course referring to Luo Lingyue.

"Haha, I don't think so. ”

"Senior sister, stop laughing!" Meng Yao's face flushed.

Wei Feng couldn't help but glared at Gu Ting, what kind of mandarin duck spectrum did he just did yesterday, and today he wants to push a man to another woman, I really don't know what An De wants.

"Yao'er, Xiaofeng is right, the body forging technique is very hard, if you think you can do it, just practice it, forget it if it doesn't work, anyway, there are many exercises that can be practiced in the world. This time, Gu Ting said very seriously.

"I want to try!"

Meng Yao's mind is very complicated, in the current team of four people, she has the worst cultivation, and her combat effectiveness is almost zero, dragging others down again and again, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Wei Feng didn't persuade him more, and after eating, he followed Zhou Fatong to the earth stove room and closed the door.

"Xiaofeng, do you have any plans?" asked Zhou Fatong.

"Yes, I want to kill him. ”

"Alas, Gu Ting doesn't seem to be so terrible. Be respectful and polite to me, and be willing to teach Meng Yao kung fu, but the money is bigger, I will persuade her more in the future, just change it. Zhou Fatong misunderstood.

"I'm not talking about Gu Ting, yesterday along the way, she was very honest, she really treats you as an adult, and is willing to integrate into us. Wei Feng said.

"And who do you want to kill?"

"Ouyang Fu!" Wei Feng gritted his teeth and said, roughly telling about the incident he met with Ouyang Fu yesterday.

"No! absolutely not!" Zhou Fatong waved his hand again and again, "Ouyang Fu is a third-level junior martial artist, and the strength of his physique is not something you can imagine. ”

"This is a rare opportunity, Master, and I have felt the pattern of his movements. ”

"Xiaofeng, I can understand your feelings, don't be reckless, don't say that your current cultivation, even if you reach the Jindan stage, you may not be able to beat him. A gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late, losing his life, it's all empty talk. Zhou Fatong spoke earnestly.

"Can't you refine a magic weapon that can kill him with one blow?" Wei Feng refused to give up.

"If it's that simple, the world will be more chaotic, magic weapons are usually matched with cultivation, or the old saying, working hard to improve one's own cultivation is the foundation of everything. ”

was splashed with a basin of cold water by the master, Wei Feng's restless heart gradually calmed down, and if he couldn't take the courage of a horseman for a while, the consequences would be very serious.

Back in his room, Wei Feng took a nap, and then took out the rough jade piece of the old man in the martial arts, after a night of accumulation of true qi, using his perspective eye, he finally saw the contents clearly.

The handwriting is condensed with breath, pure white color, very wonderful. It is a technique that is recorded, and the name is quite different, called the Critical Strike Technique.

The perspective eye wants to consume true qi, Wei Feng didn't dare to use it for a long time, so he hurriedly summoned a pen and paper and copied the contents of it as it was.

The Critical Attack Technique is a kind of martial arts practice, which is not too complicated to talk about, and it is not easy to cultivate, requiring strong willpower, which can guide the Gang Qi of the whole body, gather in one place, and produce a huge explosive force.

On the competition platform, the old man was able to penetrate the opponent's chest with one blow, relying on the crit technique, but he focused on cultivating two fists, and it was still in the primary stage, and the advanced stage of the crit technique, every place around the body could become a weapon to crit the opponent.

"Haha, it's exquisite. Wei Feng laughed and praised the old man.

"Xiaofeng, what are you laughing at?" Gu Ting appeared in Wei Feng's house like a ghost.

"Sister, you scared me. ”

"It's because you don't concentrate, and your cultivation is too low. Gu Ting leaned over to look at it and asked puzzledly, "Where did the exercises come from?"

Although he already has a skin-to-skin relationship, Wei Feng still doesn't plan to reveal the secret of see-through eyes, no woman likes a man to have such a pair of thief eyes and see the spring of the world's beauties.

"This is the exercise I just created. Wei Feng was not ashamed.

"Oh, you can still create your own exercises, this head is not simple!" Gu Ting smiled charmingly, touched Wei Feng's face unscrupulously, and then leaned over to take a closer look.

"It's completely in line with the rules of cultivation, don't fool me, did you remember it before?" Gu Ting felt incredible.

"Really no, when I was in Qingyunmen, like everyone else, I didn't go out of the gate of the Dharma Palace all year round. ”

"Do you want to kill Ouyang Fu?" asked Gu Ting.

"I think, the master trained me just now, he is a third-level martial artist, and he can't be reckless. ”

"That's what I think, and at the moment, all of us combined can't beat him in the arm. Gu Ting said.

"Then you said you supported me yesterday, but you just said it casually?" Wei Feng felt that Gu Ting had backtracked.

"Stupid, do you understand how to borrow a knife to kill people?" Gu Ting nodded Wei Feng's head, lowered her voice and laughed evilly.

"Can we hire a killer?" Wei Feng smiled.

"With this idea, we have to think about it in the long run, and the price of killing a third-level martial artist must be ridiculously high. What's more, he is still a heavyweight of the Gale Wind Sect, and ordinary people dare not do it, and the outlaws are not very credible. Gu Ting said.

"We have time. Hope ignited in Wei Feng's heart again.

Looking up, on the martial arts training ground outside the window, Meng Yao was in an independent posture of a golden rooster, not moving, and her face was faintly visible and sweating.

"Tingting, is this the body forging technique you taught?" Wei Feng asked.

"That's right, the beginning of the body forging technique is perseverance. Yao'er is not bad, willing to endure hardships, and is even better than I imagined. Gu Ting nodded.

"How long do you have to stand stupidly?"

"It depends, the longer the better, after training one leg, then practice the other. ”

"Yao'er can't practice two big thick legs, right?"

"You're really an amorous species!If you like it, you can hug you to bed!" Gu Ting glanced at Wei Feng.

"As soon as you say something, it makes you feel bad. ”

"Xiaofeng, I think Yao'er is good, you can choose her as your daughter-in-law, you can see that she really likes you. Gu Ting said.

"Tingting, what do you mean by this, do you think I'm very bad at that?" Wei Feng was a little annoyed.

Gu Ting hugged Wei Feng's neck, exhaled like a lan, and whispered, "Fool, you are my first man, how can you distinguish between good and bad without other men?" I just feel that we seem to be unfair to Yao'er. ”

"Emotional matters, you can't force it. ”

"Bullshit, I forced you yesterday, and I didn't see you objecting too much, but it was a toss-up. Gu Ting was disdainful.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Wei Feng really wanted to press down on Gu Ting and fight a big battle, looking at Meng Yao who was sweating in the distance, he still held back.

"Tingting, did you come to me just to be a matchmaker?" Wei Feng asked.