Since the Han Dynasty and the Han Dynasty, most of the names of those who know some words follow the principle of what is lacking and what is missing. If you hit the lack of wood, you can use a forest word to complete it.

As for the crystal word, let's skip it, that's an example.

Therefore, the name of Jian Wuzheng, originally the monk wanted to give him a pure and indisputable life, but the more this is the case, the more it proves that he is indispensable in his original life, especially since he has a sharp sword character.

He has been bullied since he was a child, but he is not very capable, but he is a lot smarter. Such methods of luring the enemy into the depths were learned when he followed the brother next door to steal the dog.

Before the words fell, Jian Wuzheng's fingers popped out the remaining dead branches in his hand. The withered branch went straight to the beggar's door with the sound of breaking the air, and the beggar suddenly made a flat bridge, and he could have dodged the blow. Without waiting for the beggar to breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, the sword Wuchang was already bullied, and his palms were like two door panels, which were imprinted on the beggar's chest the moment the beggar got up. Hearing a muffled thunderous sound, the beggar flew out upside down and broke a ginkgo tree with a thick bowl mouth, and the gray-white bark exploded inch by inch.

The beggar held the half-severed tree in one hand and his chest in the other, and struggled several times before he got up. After a few gasps, he actually twisted his neck to return to his state, and he didn't look like he had just received two palms a moment ago.

The sword is as indisputable as an ancient well, but there are thousands of waves in his heart. How much force did he use with his palms, and how much internal force with sword qi rushed into the beggar's body at that moment, his heart was like a mirror.

This kind of injury, he actually acted like he was okay after a few breaths, how could there be such an exercise in the world?!

The recovered beggar simply tore off his tattered clothes, exposed the tendons and flesh of his upper body, patted his chest slightly with oily color, and looked at Jian Wuzheng defiantly: "So soft and weak, it seems that you have eaten a lot less over the years." ”

Jian Wuzheng had a gloomy face, and broke off half of the pine branch from the harder wooden pine beside him.

took three steps forward: "I have already received four moves of your sword technique." For the rest, please advise. ”

The beggar also restrained his frivolous look and picked up the wooden knife that had just been thrown on the ground.

The faces of the two were grim, and their eyes were equally sharp.

Probably because he hadn't fought with all his strength for a long time, Jian Wuzheng originally had some moves that he couldn't let go, but he was gradually stimulated by the slowly boiling blood in the battle just now.

The dantian, which is like a pool of stagnant water, finally slowly regained its vitality. With the flow of internal force in the veins, the momentum of the sword finally rose to the point where it should match his senior brother's evaluation.

The beggar took this opportunity to work hard to breathe, but after a moment's effort, the momentum actually faintly pressed the sword and the line of indisputability.

With a remnant of snow falling to the ground, the two of them collided suddenly, and the two people watching the battle were suffocated by the huge momentum of the hole, and Xue Meng, who was already injured, burst out a mouthful of blood in his throat.

The two were shocked, and Xue Yong hurriedly helped his younger brother to hide deeper in the cave.

The faces of the two people who collided together were blood-red, and gradually turned to bruises. Jian Wuzheng, whose eyes were already bloodshot, even shed two lines of bloody tears from the corners of his eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, the beggar withdrew his hand first and slapped it with a slap.

The sword held out and did not retreat, and his knee slammed into the beggar's palm. There was a sudden bang in the valley, and the monkey in the tree fell to the ground with his ears covered and howled.

This encounter, the two of them did not fall well.

One person sprayed a mouthful of blood on each other's faces, and both sides turned into big red faces.

The beggar laughed cruelly: "Bald, today is your death." ”