Putting this question aside, Ling Feiyu continued to look at his handwriting underneath. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, Ling Feiyu was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a monk using a spear at this time.

This made Ling Feiyu very happy, because in this cultivation realm where sword cultivation was the mainstay, very few monks would choose to use spears as weapons.

He also used a spear, in that case, the handwriting left by Fang Yu was basically equivalent to a tailor-made for Ling Feiyu.

Ling Feiyu suddenly fell silent in the handwriting left by Fang Yu.

The more mysterious it looks at from a distance, the more amazing it becomes, and in the end, Ling Feiyu is like waking up from a dream as if he has been empowered by a peerless powerhouse.

"So the gun can still be used like this!"

Looking at Fang Yu's experience, Ling Feiyu couldn't help but sigh.

In his experience, strength is nothing more than a few moves, although the power is very powerful, but the move is too single.

The Monk Gun is very powerful, but with a set of attacks, if you don't defeat the enemy, then the enemy will be familiar with your attack routine and take appropriate measures.

But this spear used by Fang Yu, based on the handwriting of his experience, was definitely a strong man at the level of a spear path grandmaster. Ling Feiyu just stood quietly in front of the handwriting left by Fang Yu, unable to move his footsteps at all.

At this time, in Ling Feiyu's mind, a middle-aged man in white was standing with a gun on his back, and his clothes were windless and automatic, domineering.

At this moment, I don't know if Ling Feiyu's heart moved, or if the middle-aged gun moved.

In just an instant, the middle-aged man's cultivation exploded, his right foot moved lightly half a step, his body paused slightly, and a standard horse step was completed in an instant, and an ebony spear in his hand was slashed from top to bottom, bringing up a burst of spear flowers, and then the body of the gun stopped trembling.

In such a posture, Ling Feiyu felt a burst of impact as if facing a torrent of 100,000 steel,

Just when Ling Feiyu was deeply immersed in it, and his body followed the figure in his mind, there was a squeak, and the door was pushed open fiercely.

Under the loud noise, Ling Feiyu was forcibly woken up from that strange state.

Ling Feiyu frowned, turned his head and glanced coldly at the person who pushed the door in.

After seeing the person who came, Ling Feiyu was even more furious, because it was not someone else, but his old opponent Jiang Wuwen.

"Yo, who am I, it turned out to be you dirt bun. ”

Seeing that the monk in the house price turned out to be Ling Feiyu, Jiang Wuwen at the door said teasingly.

Ling Feiyu, who was interrupted, was naturally very unhappy.

"Hmph, boy, are you trying to hit me right now?"

Seeing that he wanted to do it, but was helplessly constrained by the school rules, Ling Feiyu finally gritted his teeth and restrained his emotions that he almost went berserk.

The school rules stipulate that one person should be in one house, but there is no rule that others cannot enter other houses.

"Eh, forget it, since you stepped into this house first, then I won't fight with you, after all, I'm not the same as waste......"

Jiang Wuwen glanced at Ling Feiyu and said with a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth.

"Who do you say is trash?"

Lin Feiyu listened to Jiang Wuwen's words, his face instantly turned cold, and then asked Jiang Wuwen in a deep voice.

"Oh...... I'm sorry, I'm wrong, you're not a waste yet, but it won't be long before you are......"

Seeing Lin Feiyu with a gloomy face, Jiang Wuwen's heart was refreshed again.

"Hehe, I'm not a waste, but it's not up to you to decide"

Immediately, Lin Feiyu shook his head and said. Could it be that if a dog bites you, you will bite back?

Jiang Wuwen was noncommittal, and walked lightly to Lin Feiyu's side and said, "Let me tell you quietly, my uncle is now among the fifteen seniors who stayed here......

In the face of this naked threat, Lin Feiyu was not afraid at all, because he always firmly believed in the truth that soldiers will block and water will cover up.

Therefore, Lin Feiyu didn't pay any more attention to Jiang Wuwen, but said softly: "Hurry up, waste, what lessons do you have, just come, I, Lin Chenyi, will take them one by one."

"Humph......"

Jiang Wuwen snorted lightly, and then turned around and left with Li Tian.

Just as Jiang Wuwen turned around, the seniors who stayed behind were turning to the hypotenuse at this time.

I saw that Jiang Wuwen's face was full of flattery, and he walked towards this group of seniors.

"Third Uncle...... Third Uncle ......"

As Jiang Wuwen walked, he whispered to a monk, with an extremely respectful look on his face.

These seniors, listening to Jiang Wuwen calling the third uncle to walk towards his group of people, immediately stopped and turned to look at Jiang Wuwen.

Jiang Wuwen and Li Tian bowed their hands to the group of monks, and then walked up to one of the monks who looked relatively short and had eyes that revealed a fine light like a mouse.

"Presumably you are my third uncle......"

Jiang Wuwen arched his hand at the white-clothed monk and said respectfully.

"You ......"

The monk scratched his head and looked at Jiang Wuwen very suspiciously.

"Third uncle, my name is Jiang Wuwen, and my father is Jiang Tao."

Jiang Wuwen said to the monk.

"Oh...... It turned out to be my eldest brother's son, hehe, I haven't been back for five hundred years, but I didn't expect my eldest brother to have a son...... Haha, good ......"

When the monk heard Jiang Tao, he immediately remembered.

It turned out that this monk's name was Jiang He, and he was the younger brother of Jiang Wuwen's father, who was elected to Tianyi Academy five hundred years ago, and he has never been back until now.

After looking at Jiang Wuwen carefully, Jiang He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, it's not my Jiang family's son, his talent is really good." ”

Immediately, Jiang He asked Jiang Wuwen suspiciously: "Hey, I haven't seen you before, how did you recognize me?"

Jiang Wuwen smiled proudly, and then said respectfully: "In my father's room, there is a photo of you, after so many years, the third uncle has not changed at all......"

Hearing Jiang Wuwen's disguised flattery, Jiang He seemed to be very useful and nodded.

Immediately, Jiang He asked Jiang Wuwen, "Have you chosen your address?"

Jiang Wuwen shook his head obediently, pretended to be very pitiful, and said to Jiang He: "The little nephew just took a fancy to a residence, how could he be forcibly occupied by the kid...... I said that my third uncle was here, but he still didn't listen, and in desperation, I had to leave, and I haven't found a suitable place yet. ”

When Jiang He heard this, there were still people in the freshmen who dared to despise him, and his face suddenly sank, and he looked at Ling Feiyu not far away.

At this time, Ling Feiyu leaned in front of the door of the house, looking at Jiang Wuwen meaningfully, revealing an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Hmph...... Boy, what's your name?"

Looking at Ling Feiyu's expression, Jiang He walked over and asked in a deep voice.