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Duan Shuwen sat cross-legged and showed his long breath while practicing Qi.

Suddenly, Duan Shuwen opened his eyes suddenly, and was surprised and confused: "Someone is fighting again?"

Releasing the soul and sensing the world from a distance. It seems to have felt something, jumping up and landing outside the house, turning into a flying rainbow and shooting towards the night sky.

Who is discussing privately this time?

I really don’t understand that the martial arts conference itself is an opportunity to compete. If you want to compete, why don’t you wait for the martial arts conference? Why do you have to compete privately?

Duan Shuwen was secretly annoyed and helpless. Compared to Feng Yiting, he was more in love with talent. Otherwise, it would be difficult to have a peaceful mood to deal with the frequent fights of those young warriors who were hysterical and restless.

The rumbling vibration gradually came into my ears.

Duan Shuwen's eyes changed slightly, and he suddenly accelerated and broke through the air. Finally, he arrived at Xiangtian Peak and was shocked: "Who did this?"

The Xiangtian Peak, which stands three thousand feet long, is no less than the hundreds of feet above. It is obvious that the mountains are cut off by someone, causing the mountain to collapse, forming a vibration like the sky collapses and the earth cracks.

In a blink of an eye, two more flying rainbows fell down. Feng Yiting and Luo Zhan looked at the terrible ruins scene that collapsed and swept across the area. They couldn't help but take a breath.

"Brother Luo, Master Feng, look for it." Duan Shuwen said in a deep voice, and took the lead in leaping to the broken peak. At a glance, you will know that it was not cut by the waist, but more like it was cut off.

With the cultivation of the three of them, they quickly found many stones that had passed by the sword energy. They sensed one or two from the cut at the top, and their expression changed suddenly: "Three-in-one sword spirit!"

"It's the wind blowing snow." Luo Zhan, who was not very handsome, was solemn, lifting a large stone weighing thousands of pounds, and frost was left on the cut surface.

When the wind blows and snow, it will be 30% of the sword spirit?

Duan Shuwen and others were all terrified. The younger generation today is really amazing.

Previously, Feng Chuxue and Zheng Chongnan and others fought one after another. They could win by using only one hundred sword spirits.

Who can force Feng Chuxue to use 30% of the sword spirit?

After a while, Feng Yiting stood in front of a charred rock. Her whole body was stiff and she opened her mouth and made a whimper, just like her tongue was tied. It took a long time to force out the sentence that was blocked in her throat.

"Fourths into the sword spirit!"

Feng Yiting was in a state of dismay, and as soon as this statement came out, it was full of shocking sounds. Luo Zhan and Duan Shuwen flew over, checked for a while, and suddenly the sky was dizzy.

One is the wind blowing snow, and who is the other?

…………

"Seriously, you're so heavy."

"...I'm so heavy because I'm taller than you."

Two figures, one gray and one black, walked out of the darkness, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Tan Weiran was carrying the wind and snow, and he criticized each other with his words and words.

Feng Chuxue said casually. He touched the pain points of Weiran's past and present life, and immediately emphasized: "I am not short, but my body has not yet grown completely."

The wind blows snow without saying it: "How old are you?"

"It seems like sixteen..." Tan Weiran was embarrassed: "Okay, it's actually seventeen."

Feng Chuxue was stunned, although she had expected it, she was still shocked, accompanied by a wry smile: "At your age, even if you are a dwarf, no one will underestimate you."

"Is that so? Why do I listen... You seem to be malicious." Tan Weiran tried to look up and glance at me: "It's not that I'm sarcastic about my size."

Feng Chuxue suddenly wanted to laugh and sighed: "If you have always been so sensitive to height, we will never be friends. Because, in front of me, you will be very inferior, forever."

Tan Weiran almost jumped up in anger: "Okay, you wind and snow, why didn't I see your true face earlier? I would have waited for you to fall to death if I had known it."

"It's useless, you're short." Feng Chuxue mercilessly removed Tan Weiran's scars.

Tan Weiran said angrily: "I have 40% of the sword spirit."

"You are short." Feng Chuxue said calmly.

Tan Weiran continued to angrily: "I know the magical powers of the Purple Mansion."

Feng Chuxue sighed: "You are short."

Tan Weiran burst into tears: "Can we not say anything?"

Feng Chuxue couldn't help laughing: "Now, I have a lot of psychological balance. {{}{}I can't beat you, at least I'm higher than you."

I really shouldn't have made bad friends by mistake. Both of them were specifically trying to catch my pain, Li Zhoulong and Feng Chuxue. Tan Weiran shed tears of regret: "Are you afraid that I won't save you next time?"

"Not afraid. It's my turn to save you next time." Feng Chuxue smiled and said, "I can't beat you now, but it doesn't mean I can't beat you in the future."

Tan Weiran pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "That may not be, I am younger than you."

Feng Chuxue was speechless, Tan Weiran was younger than him, which is an indisputable fact.

You and I say something, retorting each other while moving forward, both of them enjoying it.

Tan Weiran didn't know what was happening behind the deep night, and what was waiting for him...

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An hour ago, when Tan Weiran was unfolding his unique sword at the top of the lonely peak and the wind blowing snow.

A guy from the inn stepped into a small courtyard and knocked on the door: "Customer, I'm sending you hot water."

"Come in and let go." Cheng Hu explained: "Speak softly. Rui'er, this word is lyrics, Xu Weiran's Ran. Come and write it."

Rui'er looked at the word "Ran" on it seriously, held a brush, and wrote the word "Stroke" in strokes, naturally tilting. Rui'er turned her head and asked, "When will my brother come back?"

"What do you know?" Cheng Hu shook his head. He only knew that Tan Weiran would go out temporarily and entrust Rui'er to him to take care of him.

The guy took off the hot water lightly, looked up and tiptoed out. He showed a hint of joy, quietly left the inn and sneaked to a certain place.

This place is a shop of a gang in this city. The clerk entered, found the man's subordinate, and whispered: "That Xu Weiran is not here tonight, and seems to be out."

"It seems?" The man carried a purse and threw it up and down.

The guy was anxious and looked at the wallet and said, "Xu Weiran is really not here. I have seen that the man named Cheng Hu is with that little girl. I don't know when Xu Weiran will come back..."

The man nodded with satisfaction and threw his purse to the guy: "Very good, go back quickly."

The guy sank his hand and hurriedly opened his purse. There was a dazzling golden light inside. There were 200 taels of gold. For ordinary people, this was a great fortune.

When the guy left, the man hurried to the backyard and whispered a few words to the gang boss. The gang boss showed a hint of joy and sneaked out of the city with a few confidants.

There were prepared horses outside the city. The gang boss took his confidant to the horse and rushed for twenty miles at a whirlwind speed to a gorgeous mansion outside the city.

After quietly entering, the gang boss was on guard secretly, and told his confidant a few words, and then entered alone. After a while, under the guidance, he saw a young man. The gang boss hurriedly said, "Young Master, we already have some news."

The young man looked faint. The gang boss whispered: "That Xu Weiran, I'm out tonight and is not in the inn. In the inn, there is only Cheng Hu and the little girl named Rui'er."

The young man said expressionlessly: "I remember what I told you to pay attention to Xu Weiran's movements and try to lead him out..."

The boss of the gang rubbed his hands and said with a wry smile: "Young Master, this Xu Weiran is embracing the true realm..."

He is not an idiot. If he can stare at "Xu Weiran" and get some benefits, he might as well do it. People may not notice him. As young people, their eyes only look upward, and few people will pay attention to the people below. Secondly, he is a local snake at least, and there are always advantages. But directly facing "Xu Weiran"? He is not tired of living.

The cold young man stared at him with a terrifying look for a while, reached out and touched him, took a storage bag and threw it to him: "Five thousand spirit stones are yours. Keep staring and notify me if you find it!"

The young man raised his head slightly, watched the night for a while, and the cold squeezed out three words from his teeth:

"Xu...wei...ran!"

As soon as he shook his body, he was already flying in the sky, rushing towards the city as fast as lightning. When he came to the city, the young man quietly landed on the roof of the small courtyard where Tan Weiran was staying in the inn.

"Rui'er, you wrote this word wrong."

Cheng Hu held the brush and wrote the word helplessly. Rui'er grimaced and said, "Uncle Cheng, the words you wrote are so ugly. They are much ugly than those of brother."

"Go, I'm not a scholar." Cheng Hu looked helpless. It was much more difficult for him to use a brush than to use a knife: "If your brother hadn't asked me to teach you how to recognize words and write, I would rather teach you how to use a knife."

Rui'er lay on the table, blinking her big eyes: "But, my brother said that if you want to practice martial arts, it is the most basic to understand words."

"That's because your brother is from a better background than me. Otherwise, I can write well as I have practiced since I was a child." Cheng Hu smiled and rubbed Rui'er's head.

A warrior who does not know how to read has absolutely no future in martial arts. Secrets and other things are secondary. If you don’t know how to read, you cannot draw knowledge by yourself, no matter any knowledge, including martial arts knowledge and other people’s cultivation experience.

There are monks who can’t write, but there are monks who can’t read. There are definitely no monks who can’t read.

Cheng Hu looked at the hourglass and patted Rui'er and said, "It's time for you to go to bed..."

Rui'er pursed and said, "But, I want to wait for my brother to come back."

"It was your brother's explanation." Cheng Hu threatened.

Rui'er reluctantly dragged her lala and was about to enter the bedroom when she suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked behind Cheng Hu in surprise: "Uncle Cheng, there is someone behind you."

Cheng Hu's expression suddenly changed and suddenly turned around in lightning. Before he could see the truth, he could only see a pair of cold and hatred eyes... He felt a violent pain coming from his body and a large amount of blood splattered, and his eyes fell down.

Rui'er was shocked and covered her mouth with her little hands. Tears instantly rolled in her eyes. She held back her tears and fear in her heart, and said with a slight lingering voice: "You are a bad person, why did you kill Uncle Cheng!"

The indifferent young man looked at Rui'er coldly, and his murderous intent surged: "Little girl, you said, I should catch you and wait for your brother to come to find me."

"Or, kill you and Cheng Hu, let him taste the same taste of his relatives being killed, and then come to seek revenge on me?"

The cold young man stepped forward and brought out a huge shadow, covering the isolated and helpless Rui'er.

Then, a cold and ruthless sword stabbed... Rui'er! (Welcome, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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