Chen Feng didn't have much psychological preparation, this girl entered the play too quickly, looking at the appearance of affection, it seems that she is really the wishful husband of her childhood sweetheart who has been in love for many years.

He was a little embarrassed.

Wu Wenjie immediately floated up lightly and fell into the distance, with a hint of cunning on her face.

"Then please go back and rest early. ”

Then he jumped up, his skirt fluttered in the moonlight, there was a hint of the smell of the fairy returning in the wind, his body fell, and he disappeared after a few vertical jumps.

Chen Feng felt the temperature in his palm and smacked his tongue.

It's still more intimate at this moment.

He thought to himself, and immediately remembered the embarrassment in the camp before, which felt a little unreal, but it was endlessly memorable.

The jade in his arms was hot, making him grin.

He smiled, flew out of the room, and quickly returned to his residence.

After a night without a word, he went to bed and slept comfortably until the next morning.

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In the early morning, the sun is warm, and the day after autumn is not hot, this is the scene in the north of Dachu, according to the book, go all the way to the south, cross the two rivers to the southernmost part of Dachu, and there will be a hot climate like summer all year round. Chen Feng is naturally unbelievable, every year in the summer day is almost his life, and the ice watermelon at the bottom of the well can't dispel the sweaty heat, not to mention that it's steaming all year round.

However, he didn't have to worry too much about this kind of problem, the territory of Great Chu was vast, even if he kept going south, he didn't know how many years it would take to see that big river, let alone enter the scorching south.

Thinking about it randomly, he was in a good mood, was it because he saw Wu Wenjie's daughter pretending to be last night? However, Wu Wenjie changed into a dress, and probably could still have the appearance of a little fox, he secretly calculated, and immediately lost his laughter.

People can really afford to see themselves or not, and really think that the golden branches and jade leaves in the romance novels written by the literati fell on the cow dung? But even if it is written in the literati novels, it is a peerless beauty who falls in love with the poor and sour talent, where can there be a reason to look at a poor person in the mountains like himself. If you think about it, the romance novel Moyo was also written by those poor people who were unwilling to write it for my comfort.

It's just that he still has some three-legged cat kung fu, which is still somewhat useful for this martial arts.

He shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and turned his mind to think about his cultivation. If you want to get what Shi Niang said, you should do Wufu a big favor, and you have to go to the duel after seven days, and you have to win.

But are you sure?

He weighed it carefully, probably not.

He was full of sword intent but didn't know how to drive it, and his combat experience was very insufficient. When he was in the mountains, he had to fight with the tigers and wolves, and although fighting with the wild creatures could strengthen his body, it was very different from fighting with people, and naturally it would not be of half benefit to his duel seven days later.

People are cunning and insidious, and their tricks are endless, and the beast only relies on a wild cavity in his chest and a hot breath in his mouth to bite, bite, and kick, which is naturally much simpler.

If he wanted to improve his combat effectiveness, he could only go to the Martial Mansion and ask if there was a relevant collection of books, but it was quite difficult to learn a method with good combat power within a week, which made Chen Feng very troubled.

You must know that the road to cultivation is long, and the cultivation of spell fighting skills related to it is the same. After many cultivators have difficulty advancing in the realm, they turn to practice a variety of powerful fighting techniques, and the length of cultivation varies according to the difficulty of the martial arts they are cultivating and the talent of the person. Generally speaking, the martial arts in the world can be divided into three grades: lower, middle and higher, and there are also strange products, mysterious products, and immortal products above the upper grades. The latter three, even the worst strange products flowing into the world can make the various sects and people in the rivers and lakes fight for blood, not to mention the mysterious products that are often used as the treasures of the great sects and the immortal products that are only in the sky.

Moreover, even if a cultivator with mediocre qualifications obtains a book of strange martial arts, he may not be able to practice it in his entire life. Otherwise, people in the rivers and lakes say that the road to practicing martial arts is long, three years to achieve small success, ten years to achieve great success, and a hundred years to achieve perfection, to be able to cultivate into a martial art that matches their own strength in this order, it is already a great blessing and luck.

Moreover, martial arts contains thousands of them, such as a sword score, a sword score, and a fist and leg method, all of which are considered first-class martial arts, and even some sects have found another way to kill people with music, and the music score is also counted. In short, the sea of martial arts is bottomless, and it is extremely poor all his life, and if he can practice a good one, he will be considered a complete merit, and he will live up to his penance.

How many products does your own book count?

Chen Feng couldn't help but think about this question. But I was immediately relieved, the master is so powerful, so the master can't be a wreck. Moreover, after six years of cultivation, he will enter the Qi refining process, and the grade must be only high and not low.

Ruling out the idea of borrowing books from Wufu, there is only one way.

He was thinking to himself, and the voice sounded on time as if it understood his thoughts.

"Don't think about it, stinky boy, all the martial arts I have cultivated are complementary to my Divine Binding Technique, there is nothing to teach you"

"Good sister, then you can't watch the apprentices being beaten to death in that duel. Chen Feng complained, but it was also true. Although Li Changgeng is pampered, in such a big family, there must be martial arts masters who feed the young master who practices martial arts every day, or will find people similar to his realm to fight with him, and his combat experience is naturally not comparable to himself.

Besides, that day in the Wu Mansion, he just wanted to give himself a dismount, and because of Wu Deyang's face, he didn't use his real strength, which Chen Feng could still see clearly. When he arrived at that scene, the crowd watched and he was really angry, and it was not impossible to kill him.

"Don't you have those three thousand sword intent? Go and use it, when your master slashed the world with a sword, he was so majestic, you can't lose his face. ”

Chen Feng's face was even more bitter, he didn't know if his sloppy master was a romantic figure who fought the sword world, but he was really just a newborn calf, although the sword intent was exquisite, but he was like a person who was full of food but had not digested it, and he couldn't exert the slightest bit of energy full of food, how could he fight the enemy.

"Didn't you still want to use your three-legged cat's three thousand sword intent against me before?" A vicious voice came from Jade Perry, and it immediately became extremely hot, burning his chest for a while, but he didn't dare to take it out and throw it away. He had suspected that such a burn would burn his clothes, but he checked his clothes several times for no damage, thinking that it should be some kind of "punishment" for the spirit.

He pretended to shed tears, pitifully shouting in his heart, "I was wrong, master, please spare me, I will definitely honor you well when I develop in the future" and something like that, after a while, the burning sensation finally stopped, but there was no voice from the teacher.

"I don't want you to honor me, I want you to take me to see that damn Liu Qingshan. ”

“......”

"If he hadn't died. ”