Wen Feng's reaction made Xuanyuan Little Demon breathe a sigh of relief. Nangong Xue didn't lie to him. He didn't know about the Linglong Crystal yet, but this bastard was also irritating. After being together for a few days, he was teased by this bastard.
Day, I thought about when Xuanyuan Little Demon had been a victim. Without a brat to help me, you would suffer next. Looking at Wen Feng, Xuanyuan Little Demon smiled, and smiled sinisterly.
Xuanyuan Fengliu doesn't care about his sister, and besides, he doesn't dare to. What's more important is that Xuanyuan Fengliu knows that his sister will definitely not suffer, at least before meeting Wen Feng, and her sister has not been looking for her these days.
Calculate it yourself
He is responsible for her murder. Even if Xuanyuan Little Demon has forgotten it, even if he is beaten to death, he will not believe it. Xuanyuan Fengliu knows that his sister is looking for an opportunity, and the longer he waits, the more violent his revenge will be. This is what Xuanyuan has done for more than ten years.
Feng Liu’s accumulated experience.
"Sisters, please go out first. I have something to discuss with Wen Feng." Seeing that Wen Feng ignored him, Xuanyuan Fengliu said to his sister. It was not that Xuanyuan Xiaoyao was not allowed to know about this matter, but that there were some people on Wen Feng's side.
Shouldn't know.
Xuanyuan Little Demon and Wen Feng both knew about Xuanyuan Fengliu's intentions. Wen Feng waved his hand gently, and after Xuanyuan Little Demon went out, Hu Zuofei and others also left one after another.
"I'm sorry." When Xuanyuan Fengliu and Wen Feng were the only two people left in the room, Xuanyuan Fengliu said to Wen Feng with a guilty look on his face.
"It's okay, I brought it on myself, but I didn't expect to be injured so seriously." Wen Feng said nonchalantly.
"Fuck." Who knew that after hearing Wen Feng's words, Xuanyuan Fengliu became furious. Regardless of Wen Feng's injury, he directly lifted Wen Feng up. He put his face close to Wen Feng and said fiercely: "Boy, if you don't tell me, I will forget."
"You don't want to live, don't let me worry, and also hurt my sister." Xuanyuan Fengliu suddenly stopped at this point, threw Wen Feng on the bed, pointed at Wen Feng and didn't know what to say.
"What's wrong with your sister?" Wen Feng was surprised that it was you who was competing with me, and it was Nangong Xue who threw herself into my arms in the end. What does it have to do with that little girl?
Xuanyuan Fengliu was depressed. He must not talk about this matter. Otherwise, according to Wen Feng's personality, he would not be bullied by his sister. In fact, how did he know that even if Wen Feng knew about it, he would only keep gratitude in his heart?
As for the usual fighting style, it is still the same as before, no mercy, otherwise I won't be tortured to death by that little Xuanyuan little demon.[
"Fuck, it's none of your business. We'll talk about it later." Xuanyuan Fengliu said this depressingly after holding it in for a long time, but he seemed to have thought of something, and then said, "By the way, lend me that big knife."
Look, there are also the knife skills you used that day."
What is this? Wen Feng took out a book from the space ring and threw it over, "Let's get down to business."
It would be strange if Xuanyuan Fengliu listened to Wen Feng's words. He took the book thrown by Wen Feng and ignored Wen Feng. He opened it and read, "The Eighteen Styles of Qinglong, the ten most essential skills of Qinglong Yanyue Sword".
Eight moves, the key points of each move, and even the route of internal force. As for Qinglong
Wen Feng did not give the Yan Yue Sword to Xuanyuan Feng Liu, because Wen Feng knew very well that if he gave the Qinglong Yan Yue Sword to Xu Yuan Feng Liu, it would definitely be like a meat bun beating a dog. Besides, Xuanyuan Feng Liu, who took over his six-move sword attack, would probably be against him.
Every trace of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword is well understood.
"It turns out that fighting spirit can still be used in this way." Xuanyuan Feng said with emotion after reading a few pages carefully.
Wen Feng, who had originally planned to cover himself with a quilt and sleep, suddenly sat up when he heard these words. It hurt so much. Because the movement was too violent, the wound on Wen Feng's body that had not been opened by Xuanyuan Fengliu's mention and throw opened.
"Damn, don't be so surprised, okay?" Xuanyuan Fengliu didn't care about the blood stains on Wen Feng's body at all, because Wen Feng knew too well that as long as Wen Feng didn't have his head cut off by someone who had taken Linglong Crystal, he would definitely
He can't die. As for the wound's disintegration, there are two words to sum it up: he deserves it.
Wen Feng ignored Xuanyuan Fengliu. He was just thinking about what Xuanyuan Fengliu said before, "It turns out that fighting spirit can still be used in this way." Yes, the previous use of combat skills was to instill all fighting spirit into the weapon. If you let
Fighting energy is in the meridians
What will be the result of using the moves from the previous life? Hasn't everyone in Panlong Continent thought about this problem? But how is this possible? Wen Feng looked at Xuanyuan Fengliu, and there was always a malicious look in his expression.
mean.
"What are you going to do? I'm telling you, I'm powerful and can't be lewd." Isn't this the expression he would show when teasing his little sister? Seeing Wen Feng looking at him lovingly, Xuanyuan Fengliu was shocked.
He directly returned the Eighteen Moves of Qinglong to Wen Feng and looked at Wen Feng warily.
If he hadn't taken Linglong Crystal, Wen Feng would have been furious to death. Even after taking Linglong Crystal, Wen Feng had a hard time suppressing the hot blood in his chest. Wen Feng can be sure that this guy has memorized the Eighteen Moves of Qinglong.
Only when it is in my heart can I feel less distressed and return it to myself.
"Dirty, you use one move to test the power." In order to prove his thoughts, Wen Feng threw his Qinglong Yanyue Sword to Xuanyuan Fengliu.
"Are you sure there is no conspiracy?" Xuanyuan Fengliu asked cautiously after receiving the Qinglong Yanyue Sword thrown by Wen Feng. He did not care about the Qinglong Yanyue Sword made of Xuanwu Silver Crystal. In other words, Xuanwu Silver Crystal did not enter Xuanyuan.
The romantic eye.
"Absolutely not, I just want to teach you a lesson because you think the Eighteen Qinglong Styles are easy to learn." Unless you are a fool, you will definitely give a negative answer, but Wen Feng still instantly thought of a seemingly reasonable reason.
"Okay, it's up to me." Naturally, he didn't believe Wen Feng's lies, but when he saw Wen Feng sitting on the bed, he slowly let go of his doubts. He was just practicing his moves.
Wen Feng's handsome sword is very big, big enough for Xuanyuan Fengliu to wield the more than ten feet long Qinglong Yanyue Sword inside. Xuanyuan Fengliu performs the second move in the Qinglong Eighteen Styles, straight to the point, and uses the same movement as shown in the picture.
route, but the final result was very tragic. There were a lot of bloody mouths on Xuanyuan Fengliu's body, and blood sizzled out.
"Wen Feng, you bastard!" Looking at the clothes stained red by his own blood and the severe pain coming from his body, Xuanyuan Fengliu knew that he was being treated as a guinea pig for experiments by Wen Feng. This hateful guy was really hard to guard against.
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Wen Feng was also greatly surprised by the tragic situation of Xuanyuan Fengliu, no, it's a good thing he didn't test it himself, but what on earth is going on.
"Can't fighting energy circulate within the body?" Wen Feng looked guilty, but his smile was still bright, but Xuanyuan Fengliu's eyes were a little more horrifying!
However, Wen Feng's words still attracted Xuanyuan Fengliu's attention. Hearing Wen Feng's words, Xuanyuan Fengliu secretly cursed himself for being confused and forgetting the most basic common sense. However, there was always a kind of vigilance in Wen Feng's eyes, and there were still a few
A lot of resentment.
"Nonsense, there is only one route for combat energy, which is to pass from the body to the hands along the nearest route. What are those routes on the Qinglong Eighteen Styles?" Xuanyuan Fengliu took out a method that Wen Feng had never seen before.
Putting the elixir into his mouth, his pale face improved a little, and even the blood that was still squirting out was relieved a lot and gradually stopped.
Trend, after the injury improved slightly, he said to Wen Feng angrily, but he still did not forget to understand the secrets of the Eighteen Qinglong Styles. If those are not fighting spirits, maybe they will be a kind of Panlong Continent that has not been discovered so far.
This will lead to a reform in the cultivation of warriors in Panlong Continent. Wen Feng must be reminded that every man is guilty of his crime.
"A kind of energy between war energy and magic, a very strange energy." Wen Feng was not stupid enough to tell Xuanyuan Fengliu all his trump cards. That would be either honest or stupid, so he explained it in one word, and then
He gave Xuanyuan Fengliu a very simple book on inner strength and mental skills, and it was confirmed that what he said was true.
Xuanyuan Fengliu didn't talk nonsense. After taking it, he read it carefully. Xuanyuan Fengliu also had a reputation as a genius, but just opening the first page made him feel like he was reading a heavenly book. There were countless acupuncture points and intricate veins.
Xuanyuan Fengliu felt a headache. After all, he had never touched anything before.
"Is this it?" Xuanyuan Fengliu put the unfolded book in front of Wen Feng and asked uncertainly, but his expression was very clear, boy, you'd better not play tricks on me again.
"Take it back and study it slowly, do your own research." Wen Feng simply ignored Xuanyuan Fengliu's warning gaze and directly let the facts speak for themselves.
"You said you wanted to give it to me." Xuanyuan Fengliu asked in disbelief. You must know that although what Wenfeng gave him was a very simple internal skill and mental method, in Xuanyuan Fengliu's eyes, it was another world of martial arts, but
Wen Feng gave it directly to him as if it were garbage. How much trust does this require? Maybe this is the charm of Wen Feng's personality.
"Don't worry, except for my sister, I will never let anyone else take a look at it." Xuanyuan Fengliu solemnly promised, his tone unquestionable.
"Okay, very good, very good." Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Fengliu could still think of his sister at this time. Wen Feng smiled happily, smiling from the bottom of his heart.
Xuanyuan Fengliu walked to Wen Feng's bed, reached out and touched Wen Feng's forehead, and murmured to himself: "You don't have a fever?"
"Go away, you just have a fever. Let's get down to business." He reached out and slapped Xuanyuan Fengliu's paw aside, put away his smile, and instantly became serious.
Wen Feng's behavior made Xuanyuan Fengliu even more sure that this guy must have some conspiracy. Did he regard himself as a guinea pig again? But he must beg you to tell me and ask me to listen. Xuanyuan Feng showed a confident smile,
Wen Feng's hair stood on end when he saw it.
"Four sects, eight sects, twelve sects, three empires, Liu Yidao and your damn second uncle, but I can't seem to remember it clearly now. It's really strange." Xuanyuan Fengliu looked like he was thinking, for
To increase the authenticity, he also scratched his hair, which was not very tidy, and his expression was one of annoyance.
Damn it, how could Wen Feng not know that Xuanyuan Fengliu was pretending to be crazy, but what he said was too tempting to Wen Feng. These were things that he had been unable to find out in the past five years, and more importantly, they were about the tragic man.
In Xuanyuan Fengliu's words, he became the tragic man's second uncle. This means that the tragic man's second uncle is not dead yet, so what the hell is going on.
If the tragic man's second uncle is still alive, then many things can be explained, including the assassination that time passed, the man in black he met before he became a general, the three waves of people who have been secretly protecting him, the killings around Wen Feng in the past two days
Among the four groups of people who came out to rescue, there may be people like the tragic man's second uncle among them.
So he has been paying attention to himself, so will he see that he is a fake, or has already determined that he is a fake? Thinking of these things, Wen Feng shivered. If that was the case, it would be really serious.
of big strips.
"The exercises I gave you are only suitable for men to practice." Thinking of these Wen Feng compromised and told the shortcomings of that exercise.
"What will happen if a woman practices?" Xuanyuan Fengliu was surprised. There are men and women who practice combat skills. Isn't this guy lying?
"The voice became thicker, the chest became flatter, and the beard slowly grew, and then" Wen Feng said slowly without thinking, but was interrupted angrily by Xuanyuan Fengliu before he could finish.