The figures who finished eating in the cafeteria left one after another.

Fang Ping was watched by Bai Yunfei's eager eyes.

"Should I tell him that the bull demon he is looking for is far away in the sky and close at hand?"

It's very entangled, Fang Ping really wants to pull Bai Yunfei, the other party should also be his only friend in Shanyang County.

But he's not cumin.

The Bai family does not have five shops, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the life can go on, but if Fang Ping makes a rash choice and makes a wrong step, he will be crushed to pieces, and the old mother and young sister in the family will also be buried in the torrent of troubled times.

Once this person has concern, he will act with a lot of thoughts, which can also be said to be indecisive, but he can also avoid many unnecessary troubles.

"Alas, maybe I shouldn't have asked you, even I can't find out where the bull demon came from and where he lived, you stay in the outer city all day, how can you know where the bull demon is."

Bai Yunfei retracted his gaze in frustration.

"The mountains and rivers are exhausted, there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village, don't be too anxious."

Fang Ping was relieved, and inquired without a trace: "What is the level of the eight-rank martial artist sent by Lianjiabao this time?" Isn't it amazing? ”

Bai Yunfei nodded solemnly: "In addition to Lian Feihu, there are five generals in Lianjiabao. ”

"These five generals are strong people cultivated by Lianjiabao with a lot of painstaking efforts, growing up in Lianjiabao since childhood, and being taken care of by Lianjiabao's grace, each of them is loyal to Lianjiabao, and their strength is also outstanding."

"This time on behalf of Lianjiabao is one of the five generals of Lianjiabao Qinghu, this person has been immersed in martial arts for many years, and he has practiced the Storm Boxing, the boxing method is like a stormy wave, unstoppable, and he has killed two martial artists of the same level head-on with one enemy and two."

The martial artists between the lower three grades are separated by a small realm, and the difference in strength will not be too big.

Combined with various factors and accidents during the battle, a nine-rank martial artist can also kill an eight-rank martial artist, and an eight-rank martial artist can also kill a seventh-rank martial artist.

But to kill two martial artists of the same rank in a head-to-head confrontation, this is very strong, and it is not something that ordinary people can do.

"Forget it, don't say these disappointing words, have you eaten enough? I'm not going to eat enough! ”

"Your sister-in-law is cooking tonight, do you want to come and rub it off? I know you were sneered at by those guys when you had dinner a few days ago, so let's just have a drink today, how about it? ”

Bai Yunfei regained his chic appearance and invited.

"That sister-in-law?" Fang Ping's soul tortured the other party.

As far as he knew, the animal belonged to one wife and two concubines.

"It's not interesting to say that." Bai Yunfei snorted and walked outside the cafeteria.

Late at night.

The White House in the Inner City.

Outside the window, the stars are dense, the moon is like water, and the gentle beams of light fall into a pool of water, sparkling and reflecting a little starlight.

The two figures sat in the room, Bai Yunfei cup after cup, telling about the shortness of life and the joy of time, and in a blink of an eye, he said that he went to the Kunpeng ambition of the strong Bai family and the glory of the ancestors.

Fang Ping doesn't drink, every time he takes a symbolic lick, a few plates of delicate side dishes on the table taste good, eating and eating, and a young girl in the prime of cardamom walks out of the inner room.

The girl is not bad-looking, and her figure is small, but the childishness between her eyebrows has not been taken off, but she is dressed as a woman, this is Bai Yunfei's concubine who was newly accepted not long ago.

Fang Ping's belly slandered: If this is left in his previous life, Bai Yunfei will be indefinite if he is not sentenced to death!

"It's coming, it's coming~"

The concubine put down a plate of meat slices and returned to the inner room, Bai Yun Fei eyebrows flew and phoenixes danced to point to the crystal clear, thin meat slices like cicada wings on the plate, and said, "Do you know what kind of meat this is?" ”

"My family is poor, I don't know."

"Take a bite."

Fang Ping picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewing it so much that he couldn't chew it no matter how he chewed it, there was a fragrant and cool breath that spread in his mouth, and after swallowing it into his stomach, Fang Ping's internal organs were faintly hot.

"I feel it, this is tiger fish meat, this fish is rare, the scales are like steel, the knife and axe are difficult to break, one is worth dozens of taels of silver, ordinary people can eat a piece to eat, and the warrior can also greatly replenish the essence when he eats it."

Bai Yunfei said energetically: "The martial artist of the lower three grades, the five grains and grains can still be fed, but when you reach the middle three grades, open up the points around the body, and open up the eight veins of the Qi Jing, the energy required by the body will have an amazing transformation." ”

"Ordinary grains, livestock and poultry into the stomach of the middle and third rank martial artists, you can get a sense of satiety in a short time, but you can't keep up with the energy needed by the body, and in the long run, you will be deficient in qi and blood."

"You must often eat meat supplements and medicine supplements, and this tiger fish meat is one of the meat supplements in Shanyang County."

Fang Ping was solemn.

After entering the middle three grades, he needs all kinds of resources to nourish his body, and he knows early on that going to the gladiatorial arena to fight during the day is also to accumulate some heritage for the middle three grades, so as not to even be able to eat enough after getting the middle three grades.

"Then you're welcome."

Smiling politely, Fang Ping picked up two slices of tiger fish meat.

The heat in his body gradually increased, and Fang Ping's qi and blood improved a little.

"Leave me some."

Bai Yunfei exclaimed, but his movements were still a step slower.

A plate of tiger fish meat, full of more than a dozen slices, ten slices fell into Fang Ping's stomach.

It's noon that day.

Fang Ping was full of energy, and he was full of energy to hold the stone lock on the dart arena.

After eating those ten pieces of tiger fish meat last night, Fang Ping still doesn't feel a little hungry.

[Visualization point: 130 (300/130)]

[Martial Arts: Turtle Breath Breath Technique (Entering the Room)]

"If there are no accidents, within three months, I will probably be able to save enough visualization points to break through the Seven Grades of Martial Arts."

Time still flies quickly, and Fang Ping can afford it.

A few days later, the heaven and earth were full of spring, flowers and trees were growing wildly, Fang Ping hadn't seen Bai Yunfei in the past few days, and the other party might still be anxious about Lianjiabao forcing the Bai family to hand over the five shops.

More than ten days later, at the end of March.

Bai Yunfei appeared in the dart game, and Lianjiabao had already issued an ultimatum, asking the Bai family to hand over the five shops as soon as possible, otherwise he would send a martial artist to compete in the gladiatorial arena.

"My father inquired in many ways and found an eight-rank martial artist, this person is from outside Shanyang Town, good at leg techniques, I hope he can defeat the Qinghu of Nalianjiabao."

Bai Yunfei said, he didn't have much hope, he was still more optimistic about the bull demon.

"Take me with you."

"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

The day passed in a flash, and at noon the next day, Bai Yunfei sat in the carriage to the dart game, and then went to the inner city gladiatorial arena with Shang Ping.

There were two people sitting in the private room of the gladiatorial arena, one was Bai Yunfei's father, and the other was an eight-rank martial artist invited by the Bai family.

Fang Ping was disappointed when he saw it.

This cold-looking eight-rank martial artist, his strength is not even as good as the mad sword, and he can make a judgment on his breath, the Bai family wants to count on this person to defeat the Qinghu of Lianjiabao, is it possible?

"Ugly words are ahead, if I win, your Bai family will give me three hundred taels of silver, and if I lose, you will also give me fifty taels of silver appearance fee." The eight-rank martial artist said loudly.

"Do you want to give money if you lose? This guy is not going to admit defeat as soon as he gets on the court, right? can also drop fifty taels of silver for nothing. Fang Ping pushed Bai Yunfei's arm and lowered his voice.

Bai Yunfei shook his head, now that his Bai family has no choice, is it difficult to let him play with his life?

"What about the green tiger of Lianjiabao." Fang Ping asked with a stir in his heart.

"In the private room next door."

"Okay, I'll go to the toilet and come back to see the show later."

Fang Ping walked out of the private room and looked at the private room next door with a long sigh.

"This Bai family really doesn't know whether to live or die, and they dare to argue with me!"

"I'm curious about whether the eight-rank martial artist invited by his Bai family can be able to defeat Lord Qinghu's move."

"Hahaha, if you can survive a move in the hands of Lord Qinghu, it will be a defeat. Lord Qinghu has killed two martial artists of the same rank in a head-to-head confrontation. ”

A few small soldiers from Lianjiabao did not hesitate to defend the young man sitting on the chair.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a soldier opened the door: "Who." ”

Fang Ping ignored the little soldiers in Lianjiabao, walked to the private room, and locked on to the young man sitting on the chair with a glance.

A young man with rough palms, around thirty years old, full of qi and blood, breathing heavily, and a pair of eyes looking at Fang Ping sharp and pressing.

"Very strong, not inferior to the mad knife, maybe a cut stronger than the mad knife, but not so strong that it can't be defeated."

Fang Ping, who made an accurate judgment in an instant, said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I went to the wrong room." ”

He left the private room with a smoke, leaving a few Lianjiabao soldiers looking at each other.

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