This voice is like a man and a woman, old and young, as if countless people are speaking at the same frequency without any difference.

"Huo Yunting, Huo Yunting, do you say it's really good for you to be like this?"

The voice repeated.

This time, Huo Yunting accurately positioned the shadow. Although the mouth could not be moved, the sound did come from it.

The sword was horizontal in front of him, and he thought about it and spoke cautiously, "The name of the martial arts came because of illness, and the old man Yu came because of the martial arts." Everything that arises from illness should also end with sickness. ”

Shadow stopped talking.

Huo Yunting tried to stab a sword, but was blocked by it again.

After a few hesitations, he started fighting with the shadow again.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, fists, feet, and body methods, everything.

I don't know how many rounds passed, and Shadow stabbed him in the thigh.

"Shhh

It hurts.

Soon Huo Yunting came back to his senses again, no, when did Ying become so capable? It used to be a five-five open, huh?

Remembering the changes in the middle shadow just now, my heart chuckled.

It's growing.

Growing means that you can learn, and if you can learn, you must have independent thinking - it lives?

Thinking of the words that Ying said to him just now, his hairs suddenly stood up.

What if you don't answer it just now?

Just as he was thinking, the tip of the knife inserted in his thigh went a little deeper.

"Huo Yunting, Huo Yunting, do you say it's really good for you to be like this?"

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When I opened my eyes again, my forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat. The heart beats like a fast-paced drumbeat.

I looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, five o'clock.

After changing clothes and opening the curtains, it was still dark and dark.

Occasionally, a few slight barks were heard.

"Hoo ......"

I found a pen and paper, and scribbled myself on it. After a while, the four rules that were previously summarized by the crew of "Qinghong" fell on paper.

Five. A suspected independent thinking creature was born in his consciousness, but he did not find the law of its change and did not know its influence.

Then the nib of the pen stagnates on the paper for a long time.

What is this? Sick within a disease?

Could it be that there will be more "shadows" in the future?

That's it, don't think about these things for the time being, and have a chance to ask Dr. Yang again.

There is one more thing in my brain that may have independent thinking, and others are probably eager to open the cranium to check it inside and out.

But Huo Yunting felt that it was acceptable.

As long as this thing doesn't appear in reality and affects him, Shadow can toss in his dreams.

The biological clock is formed, and it is difficult not to wake up at five o'clock, and it is difficult to sleep when you wake up.

I put on my clothes and went to the small courtyard, and the snow had stopped.

Put on a stance, punch and kick, and play a set of fierce punches.

In Huojiazhuang, the sound of empty fists sounded.

Only this one.

At eight or nine o'clock, the sun hung high in the sky.

The beard and gray hair of Yu Chenghui from far to near.

Huo Yunting held the bowl and sucked the rice porridge.

"What is it like today?"

Sitting next to Huo Yunting, Yu Chenghui lit a cigarette. The easy-going attitude is not so much a martial arts competition, but more like a neighbor's old man coming to visit the door.

"Let's compare fists and kicks."

"Okay."

Yu Chenghui nodded, and then fell into silence for a while.

"Although you lost a shot to me yesterday, you really have a strong foundation. The lower plate is very stable. ”

Squeaky and chewing pickles, Huo Yunting shook his head, "If you lose, you lose." ”

"Just like when I was younger, stubborn."

The sun shone three poles, and the two got up together, and then stood in the small courtyard.

"Yu senior, offended."

Praying mantis boxing is one of the four famous boxing in Shandong. Short and concise, long and short, a combination of virtual and real.

Yu Chenghui put on a posture, his arms and wrists bent and swayed back and forth, and the two tricks were eager to try.

Without waiting for Huo Yunting to get up, Yu Chenghui knelt down and stepped forward, and the two hands beckoned up and down. Without waiting for Huo Yunting to react, he poked straight towards his temple.

Hooking and hanging, entangled and beaten.

At the moment when Chenghui rushed over, Huo Yunting suddenly slammed his back to the right and smashed his arm down.

Before his two hands poked his temples, Yu Chenghui saw an iron arm coming towards his face.

The brain wanted to retreat but didn't react, so he hurriedly subconsciously defended himself, and resisted the back of his wrists.

"Bang! Bang! ”

"Shhh

Yu Chenghui opened his iron arm and withdrew, and his two wrists ached.

He looked at Huo Yunting with a shocked face.

Attaboy! It's terrible! Only attack but not defend, this is killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800!

What was that hand just now? Pick your back? White Ape Back Punch? Isn't he practicing Lost Trace Fist?

As soon as all kinds of thoughts and thoughts rushed through his mind, he saw Huo Yunting slam his whip leg like lightning towards his waist.

Bent over to block, just about to block this leg. Unexpectedly, Huo Yunting turned on his toes and hit his neck.

Changing the line kick.

Praying mantis boxing focuses on a combination of virtual and real, fast. Yu Chenghui hurriedly retreated, but he didn't kick as fast as Huo Yunting.

The toes are still rubbed against the neck, at least two percent of the force is punched in. The shaved skin hurts.

Taking advantage of the moment when Huo Yunting retracted his legs, he flew up suddenly, and poked his toes between the two strands.

Yu Chenghui kicked quickly, and Huo Yunting blocked it quickly. Just as his toes were about to kick him in the crotch, he was punched down.

I don't know if it was caused by Guo Jianyong's psychological shadow, Huo Yunting is very sensitive to attacks under the crotch.

smashed his leg down, bullied his body, and rushed up with a move Arhat hit the bell. One punch stops at the chest and one punch at the lower abdomen.

Yu Chenghui raised his hands but froze, and after a long time, he smiled and said, "I'm afraid of being young, I'm defeated." ”

"Cloud Pavilion! Let's go, go back with Mom! Chen Caiping had a cold face, grabbed Huo Yunting's arm and dragged him into the house.

also gestured, and that kick hit the crotch of the pants! At that time, her heart was pinching when she saw it!

How can there be such a competition!

Yu Chenghui also looked a little embarrassed, he said that he grasped the measure, Chen Caiping definitely didn't believe it.

In desperation, the old man had to pull down his face and apologize.

"You're really ruthless, so sure I'll defend it?"

sent Chen Caiping away, and the two sat in the small courtyard smoking cigarettes and chatting.

Huo Yunting shook his head, "You hit my temple, I'll lie down for a few days at most." I'll take your life with this punch. ”

"The afterlife is terrifying." Yu Chenghui sighed.

From the moment he blocked the punch, he fell down, and he could almost be said to be led by the nose in the back.

If you are not careful, you will lose all the games.

"This one, you win."