Hearing the high-pitched voice of Qu Chuanyun, his ears buzzed, and he thought warmly in his heart, this person's internal strength is as deep as this, seeing that he dodged calmly just now, and in a hurry, he could shoot down his three silver needles with chess pieces, and I am afraid that few people in this kind of martial arts can do it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I don't have any internal strength, and I don't know how to do light work, so if you really want to fight Wan Wan is not an opponent, how can you have a chance of winning?

If the two compete for hidden weapons, even if he is as accurate as him, but he has deep internal strength, and his silver needle has always been suppressed by him, and there is no hope of winning, unless he can not kill himself or lose his head, he will have a chance.

This Qu Chuanyun heard the master talk about his friend back then, saying that he was the son of his deceased, but later entered the devil's path, and the deceased severed the father-son relationship with him, and also used this to advise himself to have good thoughts and not go astray. Thinking of this, he had a plan, and said slowly: "It turned out to be the predecessor of Qu Thirteen, and the younger generation is warm and polite." I wonder what the seniors are doing here?"

When Qu Chuanyun heard the words "Qu Thirteen", he was displeased at the moment, his face was gloomy, and he said: "Where did you come from, the stinky boy who speaks is neither big nor small." ”

"The younger generation is warm, and I went to Murong Villa to visit the owner of Murong Villa on the order of the family teacher, but I didn't expect that when the junior arrived, the villa was already in ruins, and the owner of Murong Zhuang was dying, and he died after explaining a few words to the juniors. The younger generation is unable to complete the mission and is hesitating on its own. ”

When Qu Chuanyun heard this, his eyes lit up, and he said hurriedly: "What did Murong Yuntian tell you?"

Wen Wen shook his head and said: "The junior once promised the owner of Murong Zhuang that he would never tell the third person except his daughter, so please forgive the junior for not being able to tell him." ”

Qu Chuanyun's face was even darker, he smiled coldly, and said: "Boy, don't toast and don't eat and drink, you have seen my methods, so you have to taste the taste of this bone-eating cone." ”

Wen Wenyan's face changed, that kind of taste he didn't want to try again in his life, but he had to play the show, he couldn't bear the fear in his heart, and deliberately smiled lightly: "The skills of the predecessors have long been heard of by the younger generations, and the family teacher has said that the thirteen predecessors of the song have learned poetry and books, and their qualifications are outstanding, and they are deeply loved by teachers and classmates. ”

Qu Chuanyun's face was covered with dark clouds, and a violent storm was coming in an instant. Warm words are not inappropriate to outsiders, but when Qu Chuanyun listens to them, it is like a great shame. As a child, his mental development was slower than that of his peers, and his behavior was relatively dumber than that of other children. His parents sent him to a private school, he was literate and memorized, and his arithmetic skills were lagging behind, and the teacher was extremely ridiculed and discriminated against him, and his classmates often teased and bullied him, because he was at the bottom of everything, and the private school had only thirteen children, and everyone gradually called him Qu Thirteen, and his real name was forgotten.

But he is such a stupid child, since he was a child, he would stop to watch and listen when he heard people playing the piano and saw people playing chess, and even stayed for a day, obsessed to the extreme. Qu's father originally hoped that he would read poetry and books, and in the future, he would enter the official career and glorify the lintel, but he didn't expect Qu Chuanyunzhi to be here, and his performance in the private school was really overwhelmed, so he didn't force him to study literature. Seeing that he was obsessed with piano and chess, he hired another gentleman to teach. Qu Chuanyun's talent and rapid progress in these two aspects are really impressive, those gentlemen are more than half a year, less than half a month, and he has exhausted what he has learned, and he is not qualified for the position of teaching. Father Qu was very pleased, thinking that this son would definitely be able to glorify his ancestors in the future. Who would have thought that Qu Chuanyun would become obsessed with demons, and travel thousands of miles to find Gongsun to forget his worries, intending to exchange for Jiao Weiqin, and he couldn't even kill Gongsun's family of thirteen, which disgraced the family. Father Qu was shocked, and in a fit of anger, he severed the father-son relationship with him, and told the righteous people of martial arts to punish him.

These two things are the two scars on his heart, which he has been deliberately downplaying and forgetting. The warm words brought back some bad memories for him, those things had been scarred, and an invisible knife of warmth had made it bloody again.

Recently, it has been rumored in the rivers and lakes that the Red Fox Treasure Crate has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and the clue is in Murong Villa. Since the death of Emperor Taizu, he has been in war for many years, and the heroes of the world are ready to move, this is a great opportunity for him to win the world, if he can have this thing, why worry about the big thing? Unfortunately, he was one step late, when he arrived at the villa yesterday, the villa had already been destroyed, and the owner of Murong Zhuang had already died in battle.

Just when he thought that someone else had already taken the treasure box and was about to leave, a sharp arrow broke through the air and plunged into the bluestone beside him. There is a letter on the arrow, saying that the secret of the treasure box is known to the daughter of the owner of Murong Zhuang, if you want to get the treasure box, you must be like this, he has the heart to not believe, and he is afraid of missing the opportunity, thinking that he is a master of learning, why should he care about others cheating, so he came to this according to the words, just now I saw a few ponies from a distance and the letter said that it was no different, so he played "The Other Side of the Flower" to control them all. He didn't expect the pony to be able to withstand the magic sound and destroy the scorched tail.

was already resentful in his heart, and the nameless fire was raised, and at this moment, he was even more unable to help himself by the warmth and sarcasm, and said angrily: "Sun Wuya's old immortal really said that? ”

Wen Wen still said unhurriedly: "The family teacher didn't call you that, but called your nickname dog." ”

"That's enough!" With a wave of his left hand in the shout, three chess pieces shot out, rushing towards the warmth with great force, this young man was so annoying to talk to him, he must give him some pain to taste. The chess piece avoided the vital point of Nuan's body, because Murong Yuntian had a few words that he hadn't said yet, and Qu Chuanyun couldn't let him die. He just wanted to restrain him first, and wait until he finished repairing the pony before slowly interrogating him, and he was confident that no one would be able to survive his methods.

Warmth has no such concerns, this is exactly the result he wants, the chess pieces attacked, the silver needles in his hand have been shot, countless silver needles pierce the morning wind, and the stars and shadows are conjured, like flying dragons and tigers, and they are like meteors and go through the clouds.

It was his last ditch stand, leaving no room for it.

One is a martial arts predecessor who has been famous for many years, and "life-killing flying chess" can be described as a unique martial arts;

One is a self-taught mountain boy, and the "Phantom Silver Needle" can be called a must-have martial arts.

One has scruples, but he is merciful

One is all or nothing, go all out.