Pastoral Yun Jian City is dressed in black.
He has long hair and a black headband on his forehead.
His facial features are extremely angular and have a sense of strength.
His eyes were bright as if they were burning with flames.
There are countless firm but gentle waves around him around the tall body.
The wind blew down a green bamboo leaf at the top of the cliff.
Green bamboo leaves are rippling and floating
Gone with the wind grazing in front of Yun Jian City was cut into several pieces by the firm but gentle and scattered on the top of the mountain.
Pastoral Yun Jian City stopped and held a sword to hold the ceremony. "I thought that many opponents might appear here, but I didn’t expect to meet Brother Huangfu, the famous hospital!"
Jiange, four doors and three halls, grazing in Yun Jian City, is a royal kendo.
Huangfuyi returned to the hospital. "It was unexpected that six Tianchi swordsmen attended my other disciples and two of them climbed the mountain to meet the king."
Have pride in the hospital
Huangfuyi undoubtedly accepted this pride.
However, pride doesn’t mean treating the same generation as mediocre and arrogant.
When facing the first disciple of Jiange, the senior brother didn’t hide his dignified heart.
Pastoral Yun Jian City smiled slightly. "Was that a hospital knife just now?"
Huangfuyi didn’t change his face, "It’s really a hospital knife."
Pastoral Yun Jian City sincerely said, "Can I borrow it?"
Huangfuyi’s face is a little deep. "Do you want to watch the knife?"
Pasturing Yun Jian City asked, "What’s wrong?"
Huangfuyi was silent.
Aside from Luo Changfeng, I knew that my brother was angry when I saw that he stopped talking.
Luo Changfeng said, "The first disciple of Jiange, my brother, is equally famous. If you want to borrow a knife, do you want to lend Wang Daojian in your hand to my other disciples first?"
Pastoral Yun Jian suddenly laughed, "Ha ha ha … Many people have seen my sword in the 72 peaks of Kunlun Mountain, but no one dared to ask me to borrow it!"
Luo Changfeng smiled. "I am honored to be the first person."
Pastoral Yun Jian City turned his eyes sharply and said, "It’s commendable that you have the courage to talk like me, but after all, you are too weak to borrow my sword!"
Silent HuangFuYi frowned and shook the knife.
Luo Changfeng is laughing more and more brightly. "The pavilion is like a student of my school."
Pastoral Yun Jian City said, "Oh? What is the solution? "
Luo Changfeng said, "Pavilion pride is exactly the same as teaching students in our college!"
Huangfuyi smiles
Pastoral Yun Jian city also smiled with ridicule.
Luo Changfeng ignored each other’s ridicule.
He leaned down and asked his brother, "Brother, let’s do this battle for you."
Huangfuyi turned his head. "This person is not simple, and I am afraid that he has surpassed the realm of Yuan God."
Luo Changfeng said, "If the law is doomed to defeat … it’s not too late for the brother to make moves after the younger brother is defeated."
After a moment’s meditation, Huangfuyi handed the hospital knife in his hand to Luo Changfeng and said, "Be careful of that sword!"
Luo Changfeng hands took the widely used knife.
This is the second time he has received a knife from his senior brother.
The hospital knife is not heavy. Compared with the iron pagoda, it is as light as a feather.
Keluochangfeng will feel the heaviness of law and metaphor every time he receives a knife.
He knew the heavy burden on his brother when he got this knife.
So he always knew that the elder brother handed him more than just a knife.
He took the whole hospital besides the knife! The whole monastery has stood upright for thousands of years, bearing this pride!
Knife in his hand, he is now a nurse!
"According to the rules of this year’s green plum wine cooking, anyone who climbs the Jiutian Peak can challenge the Tianchi swordsmen. Is that so?" Luo Changfeng looked at the tall figure holding Wang Daojian opposite the hospital knife.
"You know this rule very well." Pasturing Yun Jian Gherardini.
"Students at the end of Yuanchuan Word Gate have nothing to do except fear of death. They dare not forget this rule."
Luo Changfeng said
"Didn’t anyone ever tell you that you have a sharp tongue?" Pastoral Yun Jian City said.
"Maybe one of my classmates is a guy who is better at talking nonsense, so they didn’t realize it." I thought of Luo Changfeng, a rich man with a few rivers, smiling wryly.
Pastoral Yun Jian sneer at.
Don’t want to talk more, he turned slightly narrowed his eyes. "You can make a knife."
It’s Luo Changfeng who can make a knife
From the moment he reached the top of the mountain for nine days, he could make a knife anytime and anywhere.
But he kept waiting.
He doesn’t intend to cut first.
Wang Daojian, the first disciple of Kunlun Jiange, has never seen kendo. Luo Changfeng is very cautious.
Sometimes, instead of taking advantage, preemption will prematurely expose its weaknesses to its opponents, especially in the face of rivals like Yun Jian City, which is called the king of the generation.
Solo Changfeng Dao has been holding on to his hand and has no intention of going out.
"Please draw your sword first!" Luo Changfeng exchanged gifts.
"If I make a sword, you won’t have a chance to make a knife," said Pastoral Yun Jian City.