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Chen He will throw the lotus lamp in his hand and steadily jump on the stage.
This method without smoke and anger is a wonderful achievement to the mortal. For the monks, it is just another sign of the same person.
The downfall is to watch the lively, not to care about the outcome, see someone to challenge the "long-term rivals", will soon win a game of ten games, and the visitors are not weak, the current spirit of all.
The sword sorcerer squatted on the tree and smiled.
Nan Hongzi entered the army by force, and Chen He, who was taught by his disciples, is of course enough to see.
Although Chen He is obscured by the blind eye, but the momentum is real, the momentum is not human.
Late Jindan -
The bustling monks are excited.
In the low-level circle of the cultivation of the real world, this is a rare master. When I was in the Yuan Ying period, I was qualified to open the school. I couldn’t pull the following to do the offering.
The Baishan Academy and the Dabaoguo Temple are enshrined every year, and they are all called a grand event in the realm of cultivation.
Without him, there are too many ordinary monks who are stuck in the base period, and there are very few opportunities to see the Jindan period comprehension. Although the strength of the monks on the Shangtai platform is not counted in the eyes of the sorcerer's sword, but in fact it is very "close to the people", lack of opportunity and lack of work, nothing is the state of the bottom of the monk.
Under the embarrassment of the thunder, Chen He did not even look at it. He was not coming out of the limelight, nor was it tickle. He really wanted to practice legal martial arts and advance to the Yuan Ying period.
"Daoyou, please!"
The monk who stood in the ring, also solemnly handed: "Please!"
This man's instrument is a sword, saying that the monk loves to use the sword, even if it is the demon to capture the devil, but also like to hold the mahogany sword.
Chen He is a bare-handed man--because the brothers say, don’t win the final, what do you want to take out the bow?
The monk shook his sleeves, and a few light and faint symbols shimmered, and he looked like Jianguang Huohuo. He won the unspeakable people and tried to cheer.
"This sword is quenched by Geng Jin, and the sharpness is extremely sharp. The Taoist friend is careful."
Because of this reminder, Chen He gave birth to a good impression, indicating that the other party did not.
They don't care, those busy people who are busy are not doing it.
"Without weapons, you won't win!"
The two men screamed at the audience, and Chen He did not look at the monk's appearance. On this occasion, everyone used the blind eye method to see the truth, and even the expression of the eyes could not be allowed.
Mengmeng Jianguang flashed, and Chen He was behind a row of lotus lights lit up and down.
The skeleton of the lantern fell to the ground, but there was no igniting. The original broken mouth was at the wick, and the fire was instantaneous.
The sword is going to destroy the fire, it is easy, but the sword of the Gengjin tempering, in a moment, accurately cut off many open flames, without any error, clearly shows that "although the fire, the partiality against the fire" demonstration, this You can see this person's nature. I am afraid that it is so free and easy, and I will do my own work.
The monks are all eye-catching, they are watching the doorway, and those who watch the fun are not only taking a slap.
The release of the slight nod, apparently did not expect this monk in the ring to do so.
The sword sage is still holding the oil tea bowl, and the eyes are dripping: good seedlings, not bad, but how is Zheng family!
The other party lit up such a hand, Chen Wo did not care.
In the small debris, there will be more fierce beasts that spurt the fire and smear the poisonous fog. The most amazing thing is that the nostrils are sprayed with water, and the four hooves are stepping on the flames. Anyway, I met the same desperately, and managed him!
Turning over and avoiding, the real yuan is released along the palm of the hand, and the sound is broken. At the same time, the left palm draws a half circle, and the aura gathers into the vortex. This force has a slight deviation from the Gengjin sword.
"what?"
The monk was not surprised. He also used the invisible real element to protect himself from the body.
However, this attack is not finished, Chen He grabbed a step, the real power of the "mixed yuan palm" is now only arrived, the aura shock affects the body of the real body, the other party caught off guard, and then quit several dozen steps.
Seeing the edge of the ring, one foot is empty and it will fall.
The monk was swelled to the soles of his feet, and he jumped back and forth.
"The road is friendly, I don't know where it is from?"
"Don't mention it, only two people's small sects." Chen He said casually.
This is the truth.
After a slap in the face, this person is also simply, directly brushing the six swords to break open the invisible aura vortex.
Knowing the amazement of Chen He’s opponent, his eyesight is also very decisive. It’s a big mouth to watch the excitement, and he has experienced the
sword-in-law
that only appeared in the storytelling population.
The magic of the world is more like a star of the sky. When it comes to it, the essence is nothing but the flow of real yuan. If you break that point, it will become.
The North Xuan faction is cheating in this respect. You don’t have to look at it, the body feels right on it. On weekdays, the whole body is open to the public, and the sense of infuriating is extremely sharp.
Chen He had never been against the monk of the device.
Although he met the guy who had perfected the instrument, he was not in a hurry. He slowly tried to seduce the sword, and the sword came to deviate.
For a time, the two were like a fan, and they played well.
At first, people applauded the monk who used the sword, because he played so well, slowly, even if it was a lively person, he figured out the doorway.
Because Chen He is doing too obvious, as long as the other side has a repetition, he will unceremoniously grab the front, and a good angle of the beat, forcing the block of the person to change the method.
Low-order comprehensions, often because there is no good practice, not to learn the odds, or to pull the following way to use the punch of the road.
On the next door, there were monks who played 12 times in a row and tossed their opponents.
Compared with this art-like leg method, Chen He learned a lot, and when Nan Hongzi was doing the defense, he had no fancy killing effort.
At that time, there were many wars in the frontiers, and there were also weapons rusting. It was not long before they went into battle. Just look at whether you can win the enemy's blade and continue to fight, the more flexible the better, the more stable the horse, the second step is to hit the commandment.
Chen He is more comfortable in the war, who is not the enemy of his forty years ago!
The pressure of holding the sword monk is getting bigger and bigger, especially what makes him feel bad. In Chen Yuanzheng, there is a faint flame of flaming flames - not the fire attribute, but the fire attribute, Huo Kejin. Even if they are not afraid, Geng Jinjian will always be more difficult than other types of methods.
I can only take out the skill of the bottom of the pressure box. Fortunately, I have a lot of experience and many dangers. I still managed to avoid it.
Chen Wo is not nothing, he is quickly aware of all the way to the other side of the device.
If he has been practicing for 40 years, even if he has more experience, it is difficult to see his opponent's ability and clean it in a short period of time, let alone such a degree of relaxation, not too slow.
During the difficult years of war, there are countless ancient beasts and beasts. There is no chance of regret between life and death.
Explain that Chen He is like this, even the only one point is too much to go.
He was relieved first, then frowned, very sad.
"Stop...stop!" The monk was a little embarrassed, more frustrated. To be honest, it was unfortunate to meet Chen He.
Chen He naturally does not listen to him.
Quietly glanced around, the other platforms were not playing.
"..."
The monks watched with enthusiasm, and those who did not know the truth and who were purely busy, were already sweating.
Including the big man who met with Chen He when he bought the lamp, at this moment, he put the lantern in his hand on the side of the platform - no need to go to shame, and the level difference between the master and the top master is too much!
"Poor." Sword Sword Lord constantly shook his head, very sorry.
The monk with the sword is actually a good man, and he is capable of adapting to the situation. He is a peer of the same class.
The immigrants and the swordsmen did not know that the window of a restaurant on the street, a young man dressed in a robes and a scribe, looked sullen and stared at the ring, shivering slightly.
This person is not Ji Hong, not even a monk.
The person who sang with him at the table was attracted by this dazzling match, and no one found his fault.
"No, it's impossible... it won't be him."
"Zhong Xiong, what are you talking about?"
The scribe of the surname Zhong coughed and coughed, and said, "There is such a martial art in the world, I don't know who it is."
"Yes, yeah." Everyone is attached.
The scribes were all fascinated and could not help but squeeze the glass.
The competition in the ring is still going on.
Even Chen He has a point of urgency, not to win, but to look at this posture, win in case no one continues to challenge himself, is it silly to stand on the ring?
The monk of the Great Baoguo Temple, it is not going to directly announce that the number of places to be offered is him!
When Chen Wo took the wrong body, he quietly glanced at the crowd, and he saw three or five monks dressed in shackles, his hands together and his eyes brightened.
He had a cold war in his life and almost threw his helpless eyes to release.
- Brother, this does not blame me, I only played one! I have never won at all!
Chen Wo slowed down the offensive and disrupted the steps. The other party couldn’t easily seize the opportunity. Immediately, the sword was swept up. The sword light was like a mercury dumping, concealing the fierce aura, invisible and invisible. Dozens of tricks.
If you don't pay attention, you will leave a few traces on the ground.
Chen He controls the rhythm and prepares to lose it reasonably. This sword monk is also good. Chen He still wants to thank him. He will not do it. He will jump to the next stage. "Come on, you will leave." It’s still you who wins.
Changed and died.
Chen Hu's body really flows, playing well, but he woke up because of the excessive energy consumption of the broken boundary, and has been relying on Jin Dan to slumber in the dantian.
The fireball sneaked out, and the three scorpion fires were born with a terrible breath, and rushed along the Chenhe acupoint.
I haven't seen the Martian yet, and the hot air has already disturbed the two men.
The unlucky monk looked at it and apparently thought that Chen Wo would use his taboo fire attribute device.
Chen Wo can't smile, his hands are not stopped, and there is a stone fire that desperately appeases and shakes.
"Hey."
"..." The sword-bearing monk looked at it, what a strange sound.
Chen Wo almost bite his teeth: This fireball, when you sleep, don't sleep, what mess.
The fire in the stone was not happy, and broke free. A circle of fire emerged from Chen He’s back, followed by a deep suck, and all the candlelights were separated from the wax core in the lantern.
Chen He was shocked. The fireball was ready to swallow all the fires around him, chewing and chewing it as a mouthful.
Coldly slammed and forced to suppress.
The fireball was unwilling to squat all the way, and was beaten back to Dantian.
It’s too late, when it’s fast, the onlookers didn’t even see the fire behind Chen Wo. I saw the swords on the stage, and the power was full. Suddenly all the lanterns shook together. People blinked and found some lanterns above the candles. It actually burned up.
"Not good, fight fast, can't go water!"
At the first month of the Lantern Festival, Jing Zhaoyin was prepared for the fire. People also refused to take the lanterns and throw them directly on the ground. The daring feet were extinguished.
Chen He’s lotus lamp around the ring was already cut, and the other sides burned. The monks of the Great Baoguo Temple were busy pouring water to save the fire. Chen He took advantage of the opportunity to retreat a few steps and stunned. The sword-bearing monk (when he saw the whole process) waved his hand and immediately jumped down the ring.
There is a who is still staring at Chen He, and instantly feels black in front of him, as if he was hit by something, and his heart is screaming, guessing what the background of Chen He is, what can be done, and how to isolate the mind. The instrument, or the elders who protect him.
Chen Wo ran to the front of the release, the two did not speak, and the tacit understanding left.
The scribe on the restaurant fell into the chair, and with his eyesight, of course, it was impossible to find someone in the chaos. He didn't have to pay for that, he only murmured:
"It's him, it's really him."
People in the restaurant have looked up and worried that the fire will spread.
Fortunately, there are not many places to catch fire. Many people in the crowd are monks and rivers and lakes. They quickly extinguished the fire. The Lantern Festival is burning. Every year, every store has a large tank with water. Also salt and antifreeze.
In the literary ancestor of Zhong’s name, he was hit by a man and suddenly felt a paper ball in his hand.
He subconsciously pinched, barely returned to God to look at it, his face was white and white.
"My secret, I know, I want to kill Chen Wo, listen to me."