"Pretty snowman?" How could Miss Yin Wu ask such a question, everyone was at a loss and a little confused.

For such a sudden question, Qi Hanfeng obviously did not have the slightest preparation. Originally, he was talented and talented, coupled with his family history, whether it was the way of learning literature or the way of cultivating martial arts, he had a deep attainment, so he got a reputation for both books and swords. At the same time, he has read a lot of books since he was a child and knows a lot, so at the beginning, he was still very confident in Miss Yin's problems.

In fact, he still has a faint idea, everyone in the world knows that he loves Yin Wu, and Yin Wu girl must have heard of it. Although they had never met, he believed that after Miss Yin Wu knew about her love, she would inevitably not be moved, and besides, Qi Hanfeng was still quite conceited about her appearance and talent.

So he always felt that today's situation was actually deliberately done by Miss Yin Wu, so that she could take such an opportunity to meet him. It's just that a girl's family always has a thin skin, so there is this series of actions, but it is just a gimmick to deliberately conceal others.

Qi Hanfeng thought about it and decided not to think about the problem itself.

"Where have you ever seen the best snowman?" "Who knows?" everyone has seen a snowman differently, and even some people have seen a snowman and it is difficult to say.

Qi Hanfeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration, could it be that Miss Yin knew that she was known as a master of writing and swords, and that she could write a good character with an iron hook and silver painting?

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The young man surnamed Fu frowned slightly, remembering some of his youthful past. The brother, who was five years older than him, took him and ran around the snow. I was so young that I couldn't run fast, but I fell into the snow. Although it was not painful, it also cried aggrievedly. The cry that couldn't be stopped gradually after the brother piled up the fat snow boy.

Is that snowman pretty?

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But there is only one one I remember. I don't know if this is the answer that Miss Yin Wu wants to know.

Everyone is quiet, either reading or thinking.

Everyone has a good-looking snowman in their hearts. Or in the hometown, or in the distance, or in the heart. But no one knows if these are the answers that Yin Wu girl wants.

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"What are you doing?" Yao Lun, who had only stopped for a short time, became anxious again, and said with a gloomy face, "It's just a dusty woman, where is there so much exquisiteness." I'd like to go in now, and see what?"

"I advise Gongzi to wait, there are so many people in this hall, but I don't want anyone to break the rules. It was a burly young man who spoke, and he had been silent since he arrived in the hall, and naturally no one noticed him.

This person is from Jiangbei, and he is a martial arts family surnamed Wei, and his martial arts have the realm of four grades. He has a straightforward personality, and he has long been displeased with Yao Lun's arrogant style, but he is not good at words, and he can't talk about the previous war of words at all. At this moment, when he heard Yao Lun's foul language, he couldn't bear it, so he stood up and looked at him coldly.

"Oh, who is this boy without consulting him?" Yao Lun smiled gloomily, and as he was talking, the folding fan in his hand shot towards the burly young man like an arrow from the string.

The young man surnamed Wei didn't expect that Yao Lun would start before he finished speaking. Shocked, he didn't have time to summon his true qi, so he had to grab the fan empty-handed.

Who knew that when the fan was about to reach his hand, it suddenly opened and drew a strange circle in the air, bringing up a stunning blood light. Looking at it again, the young man was clutching his right arm, blood dripping, and his face was full of anger.

The fan drew a circle, with a little bit of red, and returned to Yao Lun's hand.

Yao Lun closed the folding fan, gently slapped his palm a few times, and said with mockery: "This rule is set by people." Now I feel that this rule is a bit out of place, so I want to change it. This son, do you think this rule can be changed or not?"

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"I'm afraid it's not your turn to change this rule. Qi Hanfeng just dropped the last stroke, carefully looked at the handwriting on the paper, and nodded with some satisfaction. He put down the pen lightly and stood up, it was very different from just now, and the whole person exuded a fierce aura, like a sword about to be unsheathed.

"Are you finally going to make a move? I thought you were just going to be a shrunken turtle all the time. It is said that you are a "double sword book", this writing, I am really not as good as you, but today I want to remove the word "sword" in your double unique. ”

For this moment, Yao Lun waited for a long time. Since Qi Hanfeng took the limelight of the younger generation in Jiangnan, he has been unconvinced. He wanted to prove to the world that he Yao Lun not only had a reputation for being a gentleman, but he could also be upright and upright to beat Qi Hanfeng, the pride of the sky, at least on the way to martial arts.

So he waited for his chance until tonight came. He wanted to defeat him in the most legitimate way in front of Qi Hanfeng's beloved woman. He wants to beat Qi Hanfeng and can't raise his head, he wants him to lose face in front of the world, and he can't turn over for the rest of his life.

This is the means of the family, and it is also the pride of the family.

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"Everyone in the world knows that you have a good sword, today I want to see how good your sword is?" Yao Lun looked at Qi Hanfeng's waist, where a long sword hung over, the scabbard was antique, it seemed to be a little old, but it was inlaid with countless pearls and jade. I don't know why, Yao Lun seemed to sigh softly.

"You don't deserve me to pull out the Wenqu sword, and you don't even deserve to let me draw the sword. Just casually stood there, Qi Hanfeng's whole person's look was different, the hem of the pure white robe fluttered slightly, and he was disturbed by the fierce sword intent exuded from his body. Even the air flow around his body began to be sluggish, as if he was cut to pieces by the sword qi overflowing from Qi Hanfeng's body.

Qi Hanfeng is known as a book and sword, and his martial arts cultivation is naturally not weak. It is said that he has already reached the peak of the fourth grade, and it is even possible to cross that threshold and reach the realm of the fifth grade.

But Yao Lun was not afraid. In order to challenge Qi Hanfeng, he has been waiting for a long time, and he is very well prepared. With his current realm at the peak of the fourth grade, if he wants to defeat Qi Hanfeng head-on, it is naturally difficult to do so. Therefore, he has already left his back hand. He believed that as long as his back hand came out, even if Qi Hanfeng really crossed that threshold, he would be able to defeat him.

What Yao Lun was afraid of was nothing more than a sword in Qi Hanfeng's hand, a legendary sword that could wipe out demons.

The name of the sword asked.

"Ask the canal where is it as clear as promised".

Although the sword on Qi Hanfeng's waist looks very precious, it is obviously not a Wenqu sword. As long as it wasn't for the Qu Sword, he couldn't restrain the thing in his hand. So no matter whether Qi Hanfeng draws his sword or not, the ending will be the same.

The air in the field began to freeze, and it seemed that the candles were no longer flickering.

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"Yes, this girl, I don't know if this answer is right, if it is right, take me to the Yin Dance girl, I still have some things I want to ask him. A young man in black picked up a piece of paper from the desk, afraid that the ink would not dry, and blew it vigorously a few times. He took the paper, ignored the stagnant air, and walked through the hall to the Red Maiden.

The piece of paper fluttered slightly, and the number of words seemed to be very small, and only a faint word "Meng" was visible. The handwriting was very ordinary, and even a little ugly, like that copied by a child who had just entered the school.

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