The spirit was holding the idea of procrastination, and He Wenliu knew it, but from his position, he couldn't help but cooperate with it.

Ning Maniac has just been frustrated, and his courage, courage and even confidence are in a very low position, if he doesn't seize such an opportunity, why do you really ask Liu so proud that he doesn't know how to advance or retreat?

If it had been placed a year ago, maybe he would have really raised the style of a gentleman and waited for Ning Feng to adjust his state before fighting with him, but after so many things, He Wenliu is no longer the original He Wenliu, and he will no longer be as "stupid" as he was at the beginning.

I didn't see how to behave, He asked Liu to grasp it with his right hand, and a thick spear was quickly formed. The wind howled on the long street, and the spear that was more violent than the wind hissed a sonic boom, and instantly went straight to Ning Feng's front door.

At the same time, He Wenliu flicked the five fingers of his left hand in succession, as if brushing away the dew on the petals, and with his movements, four miserable green teng strips appeared around Ning Feng's body, and the branches and leaves staggered together at a speed visible to the naked eye. The next moment, He Wenliu popped out the five fingers lightly and closed them towards the middle.

"Seal!"

With a cold shout, the tough rattans intertwined with each other, forming a cage that converged in all directions towards the middle, and the spear burst through the air with a tearing sound.

Decent and upright.

He Wenliu cultivates rigorously and has an unusually solid foundation; in the words of Thirteen Lang, he was born in a professional class, and his every move and style reveals the meaning of righteousness, and what is shown in simplicity is extremely strong confidence and talent.

One is trapped and one is injured, ordinary means, forcing the other party to fight hard.

Compared to He Wenliu, Ning Feng was a veritable madman, seeing the spear attacking. He didn't have any intention of dodging at all, his body jumped up, and instantly condensed two larger fist phantoms, facing the tip of the spear, and his fists came out in unison.

There was a loud bang, the spear collapsed, and Ning Feng swooped out again with a slight pause. Rushed to He Wenliu's body.

Compared with the previous embarrassment, Ning Feng at this time was fierce and violent, and his fighting style looked like a war spirit. Although his defeat is just a magical power that the other party can use at will. But judging from the results, it seems that he has the upper hand by being able to break the gun with his fists without defense.

The spear ruptured. He Wenliu's body did not move, his hands were on the left and right, and the two spears were condensed in his hands, still as before, facing Ning Feng one after the other.

With a continuous roar, two ripples spread out from the center, rolling up countless flying sand and rocks, sweeping around. The monks on all sides consciously took up the role of guard, and they all used their means to defuse the impact that rushed to the sides of the street. And at the heart of the outbreak. Ning Feng's rebellious voice rang out, and his body rushed past the obstruction of the spear, and his speed increased again.

"Lingnan's first repair, but that's it!"

In the midst of wild laughter, he and He asked Liu. The distance is less than ten zhang.

If Ning Feng is regarded as a war spirit, such a distance is almost equivalent to a mortal battle in which the sword hand rushes into the ranks of the archers, which is destined to be a massacre.

He Wenliu is not an archer who has no way to fight in close combat, and Ning Feng is not a pure war spirit, so he would not think that the other party would have no countermeasures. As of now. Neither side used magic weapons, nor did they use lore, in order to naturally leave some leeway.

After all, it was a long street fight, although there was no lack of witnesses, but it was not good to splash blood on the spot, at least no one died.

During the shooting, Ning Feng's eyes gradually smirked, secretly thinking that in this kind of place, you would do a regular battle with me, you are looking for death by yourself!

The body entered five zhang again, Ning Feng no longer hesitated, seeing that the other party was still condensing mana, he shouted violently and threw out his fists together, attacking in the air.

"He asks Liu!"

The fists left his body, as if his arms were stretched, and instantly flashed in front of He Wenliu's eyes and hit his chest.

Suddenly, the people around him couldn't imagine that He Wenliu, who was known as the first cultivator in Lingnan, would be hit so easily. What made them desperate was that, no matter what, the fists that resisted Ning Feng with their bodies were undoubtedly extremely fatal to the monks, and it was an unacceptable ending. ...,

In the midst of the call, Ning Feng's gaze shrank suddenly, and instead of feeling happy in his heart, a bad feeling rose.

The fist hit He Wenliu, but it did not bring the pleasure of breaking flesh and bones, only an illusory and ethereal feeling of emptiness.

"Afterimage...... Phantom!" Countless thoughts surged in his heart, and Ning Feng's body turned like a whirlwind, and he happened to see a pair of mocking eyes and a hand.

A fist that is constantly enlarged, to be exact.

"Stupid!"

A cold shout sounded, He Wenliu's fist made the most intimate contact with Ning Feng's face, blood burst out, the figure flew away, and the red and green human body fell violently, smashing to the ground for the third time.

The difference is that this time his body was entangled with countless vines, and his mana was also imprisoned, so he didn't make the slightest resistance to make a move.

Rumble!

Gravel splashed, and in a larger deep pit, Ning Feng struggled to stand up, but he couldn't succeed.

"Long-armed monkey, I will also use my fists. ”

He Wenliu's figure floated to the ground, and he said lightly in a teasing tone: "Purple Cloud Dao Academy, there is not only one Xiao Shisanlang, and not everyone can be humiliated. ”

It is said that Ning Maniac, who is equivalent to the strength of his main general, was defeated by the new life of Ziyun City with a blow, and he used the fighting method he is best at: fists!

Don't talk about fair occasions or anything like that, defeat is defeat, and there is no excuse to be found.

The surroundings quieted down, and the students from the same branch as Ning Feng looked at each other, and Du Yu retreated to the back of the crowd with a pale face, for fear of being detected.

The next moment, thunderous applause rang out, and the Ziyun students cheered and cheered with their red faces, almost slapping their palms to pieces.

"Senior Brother He is right, Xiao Shisanlang is not the only one in Purple Cloud City!"

"What Xiao Shisanlang, he is just a deceptive and famous, and if he really encounters things, it depends on my Lingnan monk. ”

"This ......"

"Return this and that, look at the afterimage that Senior Brother He just cast, who can prevent it?"

“......”

Or proud or ashamed, or admired or admired, in the midst of all the eyes, He asked Liu to look around proudly, like a standing banner.

"If there are still people who challenge, he will accept it. ”

"Stupid!"

Lingji leaned on the door and cursed, thinking silently in his heart: "It's good to have a fool." At least for a little longer. ”

Before the old man could finish his work, he suddenly saw the fat man, who was not much smaller than the elephant, step forward, and was about to watch the excitement next, but found that he didn't pay attention to He Wenliu, who was flirtatious, but clasped his fists and saluted himself.

"Cang Yunran is not surprised to see the spiritual seniors, and hopes that the seniors will invite Brother Xiao to come out, and the juniors will inquire about something. ”

"Isn't it, my old man is more handsome than him!"

The spirit was dumbfounded. He Wenliu was also a little stunned, and the people around him were dazed and then sober, and then dazed again. I almost suspect that I have the wrong ears.

The matter was originally caused by Thirteen Lang, and there is no doubt about Ran Bushu's move, but the problem is. What does he call a spiritual wit?

Predecessor!

What seniors?

Well, that old man is indeed very powerful, he may be another bull fork figure hidden by the Dao Academy, or he may be the undecided general of Ziyun City, but even so, how can he call him a senior?

This "senior" ...... Who the hell is he?

Someone cleared everyone's doubts.

Mu Shan stepped forward at the same time and saluted Lingji: "Mu Shan didn't know the identity of the disciple of the senior Shanjun before, and he was offended, and I hope the seniors will forgive me." ”

Before people could understand, he said: "Please ask your predecessors to pass it on on your behalf, there is something important about breaking the sky." You need to ask Xiao Shisanlang in person. ”

The voice settled, and the crowd was in an uproar again.

"Oh my God!" Tong Qi sat on the ground, looking at the back of the spirit with demented eyes, as if looking at a mountain.

.........,

......

A lot of things are explained, and a lot of mysteries are no longer mysteries. Correspondingly, there are more questions, more confusion, and more horror in people's hearts.

There is a taboo word on the Mountain Monarch Gate, so who is Xiao Shisanlang, who can let a disciple of the Mountain Monarch who treats Ning Feng as a monkey watch the door?

So many elites come together. Is it for the sake of his identity?

However, no one has shown up at the top of the Weishenme Daoist Academy so far? Does the teaching and even the dean of Ziyun City know about this? If so, what does it mean?

Is today's big drama just because Xiao Shisanlang can't go into retreat, or does it involve deeper reasons?

Why did Ran Bujing look for Thirteen Lang, did he want to take revenge here? There is also the Breaking Heaven Concept, they are real people from outside the world, and Weishenme is also looking for him?

A series of questions pressed on people's hearts, making their chests swell and their throats itching, but they didn't dare to ask them, so irritable and depressed.

In confusion, Lingji looked at the two of them with a bitter face, and glanced at He Wenliu by the way, as if scolding: "You kid is not charming, you are incompetent to be a stone." ”

He Wenliu looked at this scene blankly, his heart was filled with a sour and bitter feeling, he secretly thought that Xiao Shisanlang was who was the person, and he could overpower me if he wasn't here.

"Ask for something, alas!"

Lingji's eyes wandered for a week, and he said with emotion: "What about you, do you also have important things to inquire about? If not, why don't you have a few fights with Senior Brother He first, and we will discuss it when we are done, can it be successful?"

"Shameless!"

Everyone scolded bitterly, in their hearts.

He Wenliu almost crooked his nose angrily, how could he not understand the intention of the spirit at this time, his handsome face was blue and red, he couldn't advance or retreat, and he couldn't wait to turn his face on the spot.

But he didn't dare.

The rest of the people all shook their heads, and their expressions of crying and laughing showed the ridiculous feelings in their hearts, not that they were afraid of fighting with He Wenliu, but that everyone was very curious, thinking that the people under the mountain monarch were indeed strange people, and they were so shameless that they were outrageous.

"Gone?"

The inspiration was so disappointed, he reluctantly turned back to Ran Bu and asked, "If you have anything important, you might as well talk about it first." ”

Everyone scolded again, but Ran Bu was not shocked but did not change much, and said with a simple expression: "The younger generation received a summons from the sect, someone in Cangyun killed on a large scale, and many people in the Battle Dao Shuangmeng were killed, even my elder Cangyun and the uncle of the younger generation were among them. According to the letter newspaper, the murderer is somewhat similar to Xiao Shisanlang, and the younger generation came to verify one or two. ”

The thunder exploded, shaking the hearts of everyone in the audience, and without waiting for them to understand, Ran Bu was shocked and continued: "Imagine that with Brother Xiao's talent and the identity of the Taoist Academy, how could he travel hundreds of millions of miles to Cangyun to commit murder at such a critical juncture? ”

There was a dead silence all around.

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