: 362 Pairing with Fan Xinglu

Wu Xiaohui.
Alias ​​tyrants star Jun.
The 7th Academy of Jielong ranked second in the sequence. Fan Xinglu came to Jielong when he came to Jielong three years ago. The first big apprentice from the outside, on the martial arts above Zhao Hufeng, the words of Xingxianshu also surpassed Healy.
Because of the relationship that has always been practiced in the depths of Huang Chen Dian, Wu Xiaohui rarely showed his face outside. Apart from Fan Xinglu, together with the door, She Xi Li and Zhao Hufeng did not know how long they had not seen the master.
So, Sexi and Zhao Hufeng stepped forward and held a fist at Wu Xiaohui.
"Master brother."
The unanimous salute, ushered in only Wu Xiaohui gently point to the bottom, cold to the extreme response.
No, it is not cold, but dull.
Do not feel anything about anything.
Do not pay attention to any existence.
It is like a sorghum with no desire, no pure desire for children, everything in the world seems to be only part of nature in its eyes, and the eyes are clear and scary.
For a moment, Fang Fang even produced the feeling that this person does not exist.
This feeling made the square frown a little, and could not help but whispered.
"Dolls..."
That's right.
It is like a doll.
However, the words in the square made it possible to surprise both Searley and Zhao Hufeng.
"Teacher?"
"What are you talking about? Actually so rude to the master!"
After Sheryl’s incomprehension and Zhao Hufeng’s anger, Fan Xinglu laughed.
"Do you even?" Fan Xinglu didn't even look at Wu Xiaohui. He was so happy and hurtful. He said: "It's really hard to see the essence of this child at a glance. It's all right.

"Master?" Sexi and Zhao Hufeng were a little shocked and confused.
Because, Fan Xinglu’s words are really hurting, aren’t they?
In general, who would say such a disciple?
On the contrary, Wu Xiaohui himself, as if he had never heard the words of Fang Li and Fan Xinglu, has been standing there quietly, and there has been no change in his face until his eyes, and his eyes are not turbulent.
Until Fan Xinglu said such a sentence.
"Let the old man introduce you to you, Xiaohui." Fan Xinglu pointed to the square, with a young but old-fashioned discourse, saying: "This is your younger brother, less than half a year after entering the old body, but In terms of strength, but it is not weaker than Hu Feng and Sexi Li. If you use all the power, you should not even be an opponent?"
This sentence, let Wu Xiaohui finally reacted a little, looked up and looked at Fang Li.
However, the eyes that are too boring still have no change, until some scary.
"As for Xiaohui, should you introduce him to you without your old body?" Fan Xinglu turned his attention to Fangli’s body and seemed to be thinking about something. After a long sound, he suddenly said: "The opportunity is rare, the old man is planning to verify." Let's take a look at the results of Xiaohui these days."
"Watching the battle?" Sexi and Zhao Hufeng first glimpsed, and then they brightened.
Fang Li is also a move in the heart, understand the meaning of Fan Xinglu.
Fan Xinglu is planning to practice with Wu Xiaohui.
This is something that has already been known among Fan Xinglu’s disciples.
In the entire Jielong, Wu Xiaohui is the only one that can compete with Fan Xinglu.
Therefore, everyone knows that this master who has always been in front of people has a very strong strength.
However, Fan Xinglu and Wu Xiaohui have not practiced before the people, and they have not allowed any disciples to stand by.
Therefore, no one knows at what extent the confrontation between Fan Xinglu and Wu Xiaohui has reached.
Today, Fan Xinglu suddenly allowed his disciples to watch the battle, so how can Sexi and Zhao Hufeng not be uplifted?
Only in the square, the keen discovery.
When it comes to practicing with Wu Xiaohui, Fan Xinglu’s expression is somewhat boring.
This is an incredible thing.
For Fan Xinglu, fighting is the only thing in the world that can make her nostalgic, and even the meaning of existence.
As long as there are opponents, no matter how weak the opponent is, Fan Xinglu will feel happy.
Of course, the stronger the opponent, the more happy Fan Xinglu will be.
Since Wu Xiaohui can be hailed as the only one that can compete with Fan Xinglu, then as an opponent, the level is definitely enough.
In view of this, with the personality of Fan Xinglu, I should feel happy about it, how can it be even more boring?
Both Shirley and Zhao Hufeng did not realize this.
Wu Xiaohui is standing there quietly as always, just like a real doll, even a little feeling is not revealed.
Fang Li suddenly fell down.
"If I am not mistaken…"
The person familiar with the original book knows why Fan Xinglu is the performance.
However, I did not know what it was in the end without seeing it with my own eyes.
"The opportunity is rare, you really should watch it..."
......
Huang Chendian, between Xuanwu.
In this practice room with numerous stone pillars, at this time, Fan Xinglu and Wu Xiaohui are facing each other.
Next to it, Sehili and Zhao Hufeng are just like eliminating their own breath, staying in the shadows, and gazing straight ahead.
Fang Li also stayed here, looking at the front, silently waiting for Fan Xinglu and Wu Xiaohui's showdown.
"Okay." Fan Xinglu opened the opposite Wu Xiaohui.
"You try to attack it."
Wen Yan, Wu Xiaohui greeted Fan Xinglu's gaze, a slight fist, followed by hanging his hand.
At this moment, the momentum of Wu Xiaohui has changed.
The star power around it whirls, but it doesn't burst out in a breath, like a layer of halo, covering Wu Xiaohui's body contours.
Under such circumstances, Wu Xiaohui's breath did not expand and open, but instead seemed to be integrated into nature, making the momentum become illusory.
With this performance alone, let Fang Li look at it.
"This Wu Xiaohui is really not simple..."
Under the whisper of Fang Fang, Wu Xiaohui quietly moved.
Silent and uninteresting, like a beast that suddenly bursts up, the footsteps are fierce, and the figure is violent, and in a flash, it comes to Fan Xinglu.
In this way, Wu Xiaohui confronted Fan Xinglu in front of him and shot a flat hand.
This palm is neither fast nor slow.
Therefore, Fan Xinglu just raised one hand gently and blocked it.
The next second, the incredible thing happened.
"Hey!"
As if the explosion-like snoring sounded from the front of Wu Xiaohui's palm that hit Fan Xinglu, it set off a strong impact and shaken the whole air.
That unremarkable blow was so heavy.