Youth's Cultivation

"Forget it, let's leave quickly!" Zisu pulls Wang Xiaohu's hand. She doesn't want Wang Xiaohu to be punished for killing in the zongmen because of these things

Wang Xiaohu sighed. Perilla's heart was still too soft. "Well, listen to you!"

Wang Xiaohu looked back at Wei Feng and the three disciples next to him, "kneel here and dare to leave you within a month! You three, come and slap a hundred times a day, one less or don't try your best, hum! "

Wang Xiaohu didn't say the following words, because he didn't care whether those people would do it or not. Who has those leisure

"Pa pa..."

...

The crisp slap sounded, Wang Xiaohu and perilla went away, and Jin Peng seemed to come back from Wang Xiaohu's words, "don't insult the sword if you can't obey your heart!" Jin Peng tightly held the sword in his hand. It seemed that for a moment, the haze that had been covering his heart dissipated in an instant!

Jin Peng's eyes have recovered Qingming, and the momentum of the whole person has returned, but it is different from the previous arrogance, but persistent and tenacious

He jumped onto the crane's back and just wanted to leave. Someone stopped and said to the disciples who were trying to slap Wei Feng, "who do you know him?"

There was no need to ask who he was. The three disciples stopped quickly. It seemed that one disciple responded, "I, I guess, he should be senior brother Wang Xiaohu..." the disciple should have seen it through the heavy sword, and then said the gratitude and resentment between Wang Xiaohu and the Ling family

"The Ling family really provoked a terrible person..." Jin Peng smiled with some expectation. Then he seemed to see Wei Feng kneeling there and beaten like a pig's head. I don't know if it was out of bad taste. Jin Peng smiled and said, "your name is Wei Feng. Ha ha, I remember. I won't remember wrong next time!"

Jin Peng said, driving the crane to leave, and Wei Feng, who had already been beaten almost numb, almost spit blood three liters when he heard Jin Peng's words. His mouth is really cheap. He wants to be remembered by Jin Peng, but not in this way. Wei Feng can imagine his tragic ending in the future

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Jin Peng flew the crane for less than ten minutes, and several black spots from far to near

"Peng'er, you're all right. It's really good. Where's the little beast?" A gray haired old man saw that Jin Peng was happy and angry. He was glad that Jin Peng was safe. He was angry that someone dared to hurt his grandson. According to Ling Feixu, his grandson's life and death were unknown

Jin Peng took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on Ling Feixu. He took a look. It was just one look. There was no sorrow, no joy, no hatred, no hate

Ling Feixu was a little flustered, but Jin Peng didn't state what had happened before. He said to his grandfather, "Grandpa, I'm going out to practice for a period of time!"

"Well, go back and prepare. I'll let Longbo accompany you..."

Jin Peng lightly shook his head and said, "I'm gone, Grandpa, don't build a foundation, don't go back!"

The crane turned around and left without the slightest hesitation

"Peng'er..." although it is one step, or even half a step, to build a foundation on the flexible twelve storey Road, many people can't cross this half step for a lifetime. Although he has confidence in his grandson's talent, it will be several years later to step into building a foundation. With his flexible and perfect cultivation, he will be alone for several years. Maybe it will be farewell after today!

Jin Peng finally stopped and looked back, but he didn't want to stay, but said, "Grandpa, if you still recognize me as a grandson, don't pursue today's affairs forever!"

With that, Jin Peng left without nostalgia, left