Chapter 202: The eventful autumn (2)

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The monsoon smoke looked at the little bat, and decided to take the little guy with her thoughts. Before in the city, she let Linghe take a small bat in the city for a few laps, and did not find the whereabouts of the fire, estimated the fire. Already left the city of Jicheng, the emperor took the little bat again, thinking about what clues might be found in the prosperous emperor.
Even if you can't find a fire, you can find the blood family next to you, and you can ask the news of the fire.
"Okay, these two days are fine, I took the little guy in the emperor and turned around." The monsoon smoke looked at the small bat that was pumped up, smiled and pierced his fingertips with a needle tip, and squeezed a drop of blood out. .
The little bat, which was still born with no love, immediately came to the spirit of the sweet smell, and regardless of the previous grievances, holding the bloodbee, squatting and eating.
The monsoon smoked his head and looked at the small bats that the little bats satisfied. The invisible face of the fire broke out in his mind.
I don't know if the kid is eating like this on weekdays.
"Miss, you have just dealt with the two temples of Hu Temple. It’s really amazing. Didn’t you see the guys in the Qingjun army’s face are dark? It’s so happy!
Several guards sat in the account, one by one. Just talk about the fact that the monsoon smoked the smoke to clean up the Qingjun army.
Linghe also came to the spirit and looked at the monsoon flue: "Miss, what was the method you used before? How can you just move around and disappear?"
Linghe is also well-informed, but has never seen anyone whose speed will be as fast as the monsoon smoke. It is the fastest archer of the professional, and I am afraid that it will not reach half of the monsoon smoke.
The monsoon smoke looked at the interest of everyone, and sat down straight and said: "Do you say the pace of the month?"
"Step by month?" Ling He looked blank.
Monsoon flue: "I used to call the monthly pace, the starting speed is very slow, but once you land, the speed will reach its own limit, because it is too fast, the ordinary person's naked eye is difficult to keep up, This will make you have the illusion that I disappeared. In fact, I have never left your sight."
The pace of the month is a set of exercises left by the ancestors of the monsoon smoke. The cultivators have less battles, but after years of boring and boring, many cultivators will ponder over some strange things, Master of the monsoon smoke and Shizu is this kind of class, her ancestors like to study various alternative exercises, and her master likes to develop medicinal herbs, and monsoon smoke as the lowest of a middle-aged generation, there is no autonomy at all, from childhood Not being taught by Shi Zula, or being forced by the Master to practice alchemy, but mixed with a versatile...
"Sounds, it's very powerful... Can we learn this month-by-month pace?" Zuo Nuo glanced at the monsoon smoke.
The monsoon smoke raised his hand to Zuo Nuo’s head and gave him a lighter and less arrogant: "When can you learn by reason of your cultivation, now?... almost."
Zuo Nuo squinted his head and looked at the monsoon smoke.
Miss teaches them that the cultivation method is too weird. Although they are forced to practice by the monsoon smoke on weekdays, as long as they are away from the sight of the monsoon smoke, they have basically never touched it...
After all, who believes that when you sit on the ground for a while, you can become stronger?
However, the words of monsoon smoke have made Linghe have an inexplicable expectation for that particular cultivation method...