?“ To see fifteen, a sword stabbed chrysanthemum?"

The voice fell, and the Shangguan Ruofan of the party was triumphant, thinking in his heart: How is it? Amazing, I have comprehended the strongest move of the West Wind Sunset Sword Technique in just one morning, and Grandpa doesn't praise me much?

Hehe, I'm going to see my brother-in-law in a while, thank him well, and my brother-in-law isn't annoying everywhere, hehe. net

Don't you know that at this time, the faces of the old man Shangguan and Shangguan Tengfeng have already turned into the bottom of the black pot.

One moment ago, I was very pleased that my grandson was able to create such a shocking move, and the next moment he immediately turned into an angry tiger, staring at Shangguan Ruofan fiercely, and scolded: "Fuck, what kind of shit bad name, fifteen years, chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum hairy flower, fuck your mother, you insulting brute, everything that the master taught you is pulled out as shit? Damn, when did the Shangguan family appear your shameless thing." ”

The old man's classic scolding reappeared, and suddenly it was like the Yangtze River bursting, the Yellow River flooding, overwhelming, and indomitable, the boss of the little Shangguan Ruofan's mouth with the corners of his mouth open, with a look of grievance and disbelief, tears fell down with tears, he couldn't understand how Weishenme's own such a powerful move and such an image of the mantra were scolded and accused by his grandfather, it was simply unreasonable.

Shangguan Tengfeng and his wife lowered their heads in sweat, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into: What you said, and said that others insulted Sven, are you very Sven?

At the same time, Shangguan Tengfeng hated his son to death: Tell me, tell me, what name are you not good, and you stab the chrysanthemum with a sword,, this image is good.

Chang Yufeng didn't know well, seeing that his son lowered his head, the little hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling, and he threw himself over and hugged the child in his arms in distress.

The more the old man looked at it, the more angry he became, his beard was blowing wildly, and he pointed at the three of them and shouted: "Get out, go back and copy the poetry book for me a hundred times, don't leave the house if you don't finish copying, shame, shame, shame ......"

Shangguan Tengfeng is famous, and he knows that he can't stay any longer, with the old man's personality, maybe there will be some unacceptable punishment policy for a while, so while he doesn't remember, it's better to run quickly.

"Brute, don't go back with me...... Shangguan Tengfeng walked up to Shangguan Ruofan, glared at his son fiercely, and walked away.

After the family of three left, the old man Shangguan sat alone on the tiger chair, looking at the open door, and sat down for a cup of tea before he lost his anger, and after a while, he suddenly became angry and happy.

"Damn, fifteen, chrysanthemum, it's really a fucking image, although it doesn't sound good, but that move coincides with my Shangguan's West Wind Sunset Sword, no, it's dozens of times more than good, well, if it weren't for the guidance of a master, this move would be included in the West Wind Sunset Sword Spectrum. ”

Thinking of this, the old man Shangguan sat up straight and called in a deep voice: "Wang Tong, you come out." ”

As the voice fell, a mysterious person in a black robe appeared in the room at some point......

"Old man......"

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the mysterious man: "Wang Tong, in the past few days, you have followed Fan'er, recorded his every move, and reported it to me." Well, with Ruofan's understanding, it is too strange to create such a trick, the old man still doesn't believe it, let me find out. If it's true...... The prosperity of my Shangguan family is just around the corner......" said he didn't believe it, the old man's expression betrayed him, and he looked triumphant, eager to let the whole world know that his grandson had such a powerful understanding.

"Yes......" The mysterious man Wang replied respectfully with an expressionless face, and also disappeared into the study in the form of a ghost......

......

The Wind Killer, who returned to his residence, first pretended to sleep for a while, slept refreshedly, and woke up to start his cultivation plan......

Sitting on the bed, Feng Jueyu crossed his legs, closed his eyes and pondered, except for the wandering objects, all his spiritual power was concentrated in the depths of his mind, recalling the various processes he had learned in his previous life: deep yam bath, grinding skin and forging bones, washing the meridians and cutting the marrow, and ...... rebirth.

Feng Jueyu understands that since God has given him the opportunity to be reborn, in the face of the new shijie, he has to live a more wonderful life, and everything in the past will become his precious knowledge wealth, and he can use it as soon as he uses it, which saves trouble and effort.

It's just that now this skin is a little too weak, and the requirements of martial arts are very important to the foundation, not to mention whether the legendary martial arts masters of the past dynasties and those legendary martial arts masters really exist, there is no doubt that every famous master has a deep martial arts foundation.

And these foundations are undoubtedly cultivated steadily from childhood, on the other hand, Feng Jueyu's body has not been tempered since he was a child, and it is light to say that it is rotten, it is simply a pile of tofu dregs and a puddle of mud......

In the evening of early spring, the weather was still a little cold, and the cool breeze blew in through the crack in the window, blowing on the body of Feng Jieyu, which made him shiver.

Suddenly, this coldness penetrated deep into the bone marrow through the sweat pores all over the body, and Feng Jueyu shivered unnaturally......

Damn, what's going on.

Spit out, he opened his eyes and saw that the scenery of the quaint and fragrant bedroom in front of him had changed drastically.

First, the scenery in the hut suddenly went into a trance, like a dream, and then after a while, the ripples slowly rippled and turned into a gray mist all over the room.

Feng Jueyu began to feel that his body was out of control, as if someone had pulled his soul out of his body, and with the cold wind echoing in the room, he stood up with hundreds of millions of sweats on his body.

"It's so cold......" Feng Jueyu couldn't help but hug his arms, his lips and face turned pale at the same time, like the white impermanence of the Nine Hidden Underworld.

This kind of change in the body, in the cognition of the Wind Killer, I am afraid that throwing myself into an extremely cold cold storage for a day will not be so cold, the chill of the whole body seems to throw him into the deep sea for tens of thousands of miles, Rao is spirit, the will is so strong that the Wind Killer is not like a human can not support it.

Can't die, can't die......

Feng Jueyu roared madly, holding his arm tightly with one hand, and wrapping all the quilts and covers on the bed with the other hand like crazy......

1st, 2nd, 3rd floor......

Inadequate......

Feng Jueyu simply ripped off the bed curtains, wrapping himself in a huge human-shaped zongzi, but he still couldn't stop the inexplicable coldness, and even the cold became a great luxury.

It's just spring, and the chill of midwinter hasn't completely changed, and there is still a thin layer of unmelted snow on the ground outside. In addition, his prospective fiancée, Shangguan Ruomeng, who has never met, has always disagreed with the marriage of the two, and is often not in the courtyard, and even the girl has not been left behind, which has caused the wind killer to rush out and shout because the people are all at the other end of the courtyard, how can he hear his cry as thin as a mosquito and a fly.

The current wind killer has fallen into the tragic embarrassment of calling the heavens and the earth ineffective......

"Damn, damn it, play with your grandfather, don't you? ”

The unjust Wind Killer gritted his teeth to endure this inexplicable extreme cold, as time passed, Feng Jueyu's body had become extremely stiff, and if someone came in to see him at this time, they might think that the quasi-aunt of the Shangguan family had turned into a cold corpse.

Nearly half an hour later, just when the Wind Killer thought that he was going to learn about the rest of the second life in such a way that he had no face to see people, suddenly he saw another self in the mist slowly enlarge, turning into a pure white gas, and then shrinking, flying above his head and rushing down towards the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Spirit...... Soul...... Go out...... ...... "Feng Jueyu subconsciously remembered a term that only existed in legends, and instantly understood where his chill came from......

I can't believe that the soul really exists......

The stunned Feng Jueyu seemed to suddenly see a surge in his eyesight, and followed his soul into the depths of his mind......

The gray unknown realm is like an endless galaxy, and the villain conjured by the soul flies in front of him, he actually sees it clearly, and just like that, Feng Jueyu suddenly feels that his body is no longer as cold as before, and it seems to be relieved, and he seems to be used to this cold.

I don't know how long it took, and golden spots shone in the distance ahead, first one or two sporadically, and then a large area appeared in Feng Jueyu's field of vision.

A few minutes later, a golden bright galaxy appeared in front of the soul villain, more and more, and when he got closer, Feng Jueyu found that those golden star spots were actually small characters floating in the unknown space realm one after another.

The golden font is like the handwriting written by everyone who has been famous for a long time in the previous life, the pen is a dragon and snake, flying and soaring, and the momentum is extremely extraordinary, even Feng Jueyu, who has practiced with his master since he was a child, and has a deep knowledge of calligraphy......

"Hong Yuan Tianjing!"

Directly ahead, suspended a hundred meters away in front of Feng Jue Yu, four huge words that were full of golden light and full of height met his eyes, and his eyes swept over the three big words, and Feng Jue Yu's nerves suddenly twitched as if they had been struck by lightning.

"Good spirit, a person who can write such bold calligraphy must be an expert. Feng Jueyu couldn't help but admire, and then found that the chill on his body was much less: "Could it be that because of the space here, it can expel the chill of the soul out of the body?"

With this discovery, Feng Jueyu was overjoyed, and he couldn't wait to control his spiritual power and fly towards Hong Yuan Tianjing.

In the distance, there are not only the words "Hong Yuan Tianjing", but there are more articles with a lot of space in the back, which must contain a great secret......

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