I have Futian in my heart

Chapter 26 Help me open up a brain hole!

"Damn it! It hurts so much!"

Zheng Xiaoming was terrified, staggered over the fence, almost rolled into Futian, and shouted: "It's not fair! This Mist Swordsman is so powerful, how can I be an opponent?"

But how can anyone care about him?
This is not a kindergarten, the teacher will come out after being beaten.

Zheng Xiaoming yelled a few times by himself, smiled embarrassingly, and stood up, but gradually figured out a way to deal with the mist swordsman.

Immediately, the tiger roared, and suddenly rushed straight to the outside of the Futian, like a hungry tiger rushing for food, the long sword swept towards the opponent.

However, although this mist swordsman is powerful, nimble in stature, and quick to change his moves, he is still in the body of mist and lacks strength.

Zheng Xiaoming was sure of this point, and relied on his own strength to bully him.The long sword swept across, and it actually caused the whining wind.

The mist swordsman dodged it, but his figure was still mist, and after being swept by the sword wind, his figure was a little scattered.

Seeing that this trick worked, Zheng Xiaoming was overjoyed.He is now physically fit and powerful.

Using the long sword as a door panel, whistling creates wind.

The mist swordsman wanted to raise his sword to block it, but how could the mist long sword block the real sword?
Before the long sword arrived, the sword wind arrived first, blowing away the mist of the long sword, and then the spine of the sword hit the mist swordsman, blowing it away.

The mist dissipated and immediately turned into dots of black ash, falling into Futian.

"Huh," he exhaled heavily.Zheng Xiaoming was somewhat out of breath, but with these two swords, he almost used all his breastfeeding strength.

"The mist swordsman is transformed from the remnant soul of the swordsman, extremely weak! If you cut it, you will have seven traces of Yin virtue."

There is news in my heart.

Zheng Xiaoming almost cried out: "Such a powerful Mist Swordsman, how can he still be said to be extremely weak?"

However, if you think about it carefully, it is true.Although this mist swordsman has exquisite swordsmanship, his speed and strength are better than nothing.Isn't it extremely weak?
Looking back, the jianxin fruit vines in the Futian have finally grown!However, the maturity of the sword heart fruit is still zero percent.

In the mist, a new mist swordsman was born, walking slowly towards Zheng Xiaoming.

"It seems that we really need to kill more of these mist swordsmen to ripen the sword heart fruit!"

At this time, Zheng Xiaoming's whole body hurts from the places where he was hit by the sword just now.However, Zheng Xiaoming didn't care so much. With a tiger roar, he suddenly rushed towards the new Mist Swordsman.

This time Zheng Xiaoming found a way to deal with the mist swordsman.

He didn't use the edge of the sword, but just swept across with the back of the sword, whistling and windy, and just slapped it.

This was ruthless and quick, and the fog swordsman had just stepped out of the thick fog when he was hit by the long sword in the waist, and his entire waist was scattered in an instant.Then it turns into black ash and falls into Futian as fertilizer.

The two mist swordsmen solved it, and saw that the maturity of the sword heart fruit had reached [-]%!
Zheng Xiaoming was in high spirits, wishing to have a few more Mist Swordsmen to kill them.

However, he suddenly realized that there were only five strands of merit left on his body.

And after all the stray cats around the community were killed, Zheng Xiaoming had no way to gain merit!

Don't dare to waste the remaining five strands of merit indiscriminately.

At the moment, I can only go back and honestly dig the ground and weed.

Another weed was dug out, increasing the maturity of sword heart fruit to [-]%.

It should be getting late at this time, and we won't be able to dig up a single weed if we continue!Zheng Xiaoming fell into a deep sleep in Futian.

He only heard the crowing of cocks vaguely, stretched his waist and got up immediately, it was a dragon and a tiger again, a hero!
However, seeing that the wrist where he was hit by the sword last night was black and blue, it looked quite scary, and it felt even more painful.

This made Zheng Xiaoming feel shocked: "Unexpectedly, the mist long sword can actually do a lot of damage! This injury looks a little scary, I don't know how to treat it?"

Fortunately, I soon had the answer in my heart, but I just went out to bask in the sun.

That mist swordsman had a broken soul, and his injury was caused by Yin Qi.

This kind of yin qi is most afraid of yang qi, so just bask in the sun!

After getting the answer, Zheng Xiaoming was relieved. He saw that the time was only past six o'clock, and heard that there was no movement next door, so he knew that Zheng Yingying hadn't woken up yet.At this time the sun did not come out.

But it didn't matter so much, I went to wash up first, and then went out for a run.

Before finishing the run, the red sun will rise.The sun was shining warmly on his body, and the wounds on his body began to gradually fade and disappear.

After all, the Mist Swordsman's evaluation was extremely weak, and he was not strong, so the injuries left to Zheng Xiaoming were naturally not serious.

In addition, after Zheng Xiaoming took three Zhuangyuan Fruits and three Jingfei Fruits, his physical fitness has reached the level of a professional athlete, with vigorous blood and strength.It is not difficult to eliminate these yin qi injuries.

"The Mist Swordsmen are not that powerful. I have already found a way to deal with them. The problem is that I don't have enough karma now! I still have to find a way to get some karma!"

Thinking of this, I am really troubled.How can it be so difficult to do good deeds and earn merit these days?

Zheng Xiaoming thought about it carefully, and felt that it was mainly because good things are not easy to do these days.

Helping the old lady is in danger of being relied on, and she may be stabbed if she acts bravely...

After Zheng Xiaoming finished his run, he was thinking about this problem when he came back.

He couldn't figure it out by himself, so suddenly he had an idea, opened the group, and sent a message: "Sand Sculptures, do you think that doing good deeds these days will not cause future troubles?"

The group of book friends was originally deserted, but Zheng Xiaoming made a splash with a single sentence: "What do you mean? Is the writer who hit the street thinking about it and ready to do something good? Why don't you donate the money to me!"

Zheng Xiaoming also ignored these sand sculptures, and said to himself: "Everyone help me to brainstorm, is there any good thing that ordinary people can do without future troubles?"

"You might as well give out red envelopes, the writer who hit the street! This is a good thing for a good person!"

"Otherwise, it's okay to distribute seeds! A good person lives a safe life!"

Zheng Xiaoming suddenly felt that what these sand sculptures in the group said was very reasonable, why not distribute seeds everywhere by himself, it can be regarded as helping thousands of people... no wonder!It's good if you don't get caught!

At this moment, someone finally expressed some constructive opinions: "Brother, are you going to do good deeds? Are you planning to accumulate merit?"

Zheng Xiaoming was taken aback, I'll go, I even know this.Looking at it again, it turned out to be the second shot!Immediately relieved.

This guy vaguely knows some of Zheng Xiaoming's abilities, so it's not surprising that he said such things!

"What can you do?" Zheng Xiaoming asked.

That Daoer said, "Isn't there a movie to help cancer patients fulfill their dying wishes?"

Just as Zheng Xiaoming was moved, he was sneered at by Enchantment: "The biggest problem for cancer patients is that they have no money. Where else are there so many messy wishes, do you really think you want to make a movie?"

(End of this chapter)