The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

In this way, every day, Chu Heng would spare two hours to do such things that Huang Xuemei and Xiao Zhao couldn't figure out and suffered a lot.

But no matter how they asked this time, Chu Heng just smiled and said nothing.

"In this way, it's a bit too difficult for those two girls." When Ding Peng's eyes regained clarity again, looking at Huang Xuemei and Xiao Zhao with pale faces, Yaoyue suddenly said.

Chu Heng nodded, and sighed a long time, "If it's not difficult, it won't be an eternal problem, but if you break free from this, it will be of infinite benefit to these two girls. "

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Ding Peng, and there was a hint of coldness on Huang Xuemei and Xiao Zhao's face that both Huang Xuemei and Xiao Zhao were afraid of, "Continue".

It was until the seventh day. On this day, when I heard Chu 2.8 Heng playing the piano and Ding Peng roaring like a demon, Huang Xuemei's expression was uncomfortable, but compared with before, it was a little more Confuse.

It was also when he saw this trace of doubt that the corners of Chu Heng's mouth evoked a smile, and the movement of playing the piano with both hands was also a little slower, but the killing intent in his body that was injected into the strings in his hands was even stronger. It became more intense, but Xiao Zhao's expression was even more painful.

Chu Heng glanced at Yaoyue, the latter signaled, quickly dodged, and took away Xiao Zhao who was standing beside Huang Xuemei.

As the seemingly beautiful but suddenly chilling sound of the piano continued to spread into Huang Xuemei's ears bit by bit, the pain on her face gradually dissipated, and turned into calm and cold. .

Chapter [-] Follow-up realm, what kind of merits have been cultivated

Moreover, Huang Xuemei's body also began to exude a little killing intent. Although compared with what Ding Peng and Chu Heng exuded in the field at this time, it is like a drop in the ocean, but it can really make people feel . ~)

At this time, Ding Peng, who was twenty meters away, also changed.

There was still blood in the eyes, but the previous waving movement suddenly stopped.

The red glow of the round moon scimitar in his hand sometimes lights up and sometimes goes out, flashing and flashing, which looks extremely strange.

In particular, Ding Peng's complexion at this time was the same as usual, without the slightest ferocity.

Seeing this, Chu Heng glanced at Xiao Zhao who was on the side, sighed slightly in his heart, and the movement of playing the piano in his hand suddenly accelerated.

Gradually, Ding Peng's eyes gradually closed, but he was slowly rehearsing "Magic Sword Slash" in his hands, every move was very slow, very slow.

Gradually, Ding Peng, who was 15 years old, was getting faster and faster, and he could only see the flickering and changing lights of the knife around him, until his eyes were fully opened, and the eyes were crystal clear, without the slightest trace of blood red. color, and a knife was issued suddenly, and around Ding Peng, the time and space seemed to be distorted.

At this point, the killing intent in Ding Peng's heart was completely washed away, and the incident of becoming a demon will never appear on him again.

Chu Heng smiled at Ding Peng who walked in, "Congratulations, brother Ding, for getting out of the predicament, and the sea and the sky will be brighter from now on."

Ding Peng nodded, and turned to look at Chu Heng with eyes full of gratitude, "I have to thank you for allowing me to try and break through these days, and I have enough time to think in the gap between confusion and sobriety."

Then he sighed, "It's just a pity that even though he came out of the bloodlust, he failed to comprehend a higher realm."

Hearing this, Chu Heng smiled and said, "I wonder how brother Ding understands swords?".

Regarding Chu Heng's question, Ding Peng had never thought about it before.

After pondering for a long time, he stroked the blade, and said softly, "Be also a teacher and a friend! Without it, I'm afraid there would be no Ding Peng now."

After hearing this, Chu Heng did not answer, but turned to look at the guqin in front of him and said, "Although this qin has been made, it can only be used for viewing or trading in those qin rooms, but it is only in my hands." If I don't play the piano, it will be a dead thing, and it can only move if I move it, and it is only used to express what I think and think."

"If you don't play the qin, it will be a dead thing. I can only move it if I move it..." Listening to what Chu Heng seemed to be talking to himself, Ding Peng seemed to be dazed, and kept repeating this sentence.

Between murmurs, he also raised the scimitar in his hand, and gradually, the light in his eyes brightened.

Not long after, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "So that's how it is, that's how it is."

Chu Heng smiled lightly, "Understood?"

Ding Peng nodded heavily, with obvious joy, "Understood, but it may take a lot of time to fully understand."

As he said, he shook his head and smiled wryly, "I owe you a huge favor again. How did your brain grow? You are so young, but you know so much."

Chu Heng smiled without saying a word, Ding Peng's mouth twitched slightly with his indifferent and contented appearance, and he suddenly wanted to smash the scimitar in his hand directly on that handsome rotten face.

Immediately, she closed her eyes while taking a look, not much killing intent on her body, but very obvious Huang Xuemei praised: "Miss Huang's talent is indeed rare, although she has not broken through to innate, she has already comprehended the killing intent and touched the way of killing , you don’t have to worry about being passive like me in the future.”

Chu Heng sighed, "It's a pity that things are endlessly good, that girl, it will be very difficult to meet this opportunity in the future."

While speaking, Ding Peng followed Chu Heng's line of sight to look at the pale Xiao Zhao, knew what he was referring to, then shook his head and smiled: "In my opinion, Miss Huang has a story in her heart, and she should have hatred, so she can Quick comprehension, but Xiao Zhao, innocent and innocent, wants to comprehend the killing intent and touch the killing way, the difficulty is not small."

Ding Peng's words stunned Chu Heng for a moment, and he came back to his senses.

Previously, he only thought of improving Xiao Zhao's lazy temper, but he forgot that he had no hatred in his heart, nor did he kill anyone, so how could he talk about comprehension.

Then he patted his forehead and said with a wry smile, "I wanted to miss this point."

Then he sighed, and glanced at the scimitar in Ding Peng's hand, "It seems that the method has changed."

Seeing Chu Heng's eyes on his curve, Ding Peng laughed dumbly, and put the knife back into the scabbard, "I know you've been staring at this knife for a long time, take it!"

Chu Heng shook his head, "Leave it to you for the time being! It may be useful this time, and, with the current demonic nature of this knife, I can't give it to that girl."

Ding Peng was taken aback, and obviously heard another meaning from the second half of Chu Heng's sentence, and said in a daze, "You mean you want...?"

Chu Heng nodded, "Yes! Use my killing intent to wash into the demonic nature of this demonic knife, transforming the demonic nature into spirituality, and then hand it over to that girl."

"If the demonic nature is washed away, then where do you talk about affecting Xiao Zhao's lazy temperament?" Ding Peng asked with a little strange feeling in his heart.

Chu Heng sighed: "Think of a way! After all, let her lose her innocence, wouldn't she be the same as Xuemei, after all, she is still young, since she is not in a hurry, don't be in a hurry!"

Ding Peng smiled wryly, "It's thanks to your daring to think and do that that the magic of the scimitar has been washed away."

Immediately sighed: "I don't know what kind of merits these two girls have cultivated in their previous lives. They are obviously maids, but you, the master, are so tired that you have to think hard about them. I am afraid that the treatment that those princes and grandchildren have never had."

Chu Heng looked at Ding Peng with a smile, "If you are envious, why don't Brother Ding also come to my subordinates, and guarantee that the treatment will not be worse than that of Xiao Zhao and the others."