Youth's Cultivation

LAN Feng didn't want to make a statement, otherwise even if he could punish the woman, he didn't have a cheap price to touch. But who would have thought that the soldiers who came and went began to watch, and LAN Feng couldn't ride the tiger. He had to find his subordinates to catch the moon shadow on the grounds of violating military discipline.

At this stage, LAN Feng seemed unwilling to hurt the moon shadow, because he had just pulled off the moon shadow's headscarf when he was unprepared. His beautiful appearance was unforgettable all his life.

Lanfeng is trying to persuade her to surrender outside. Yueying hides beside the wall and clings to the wall. The tingling on her back makes her sweat. At the moment, the person in Yueying's heart who is most looking forward to is Wang Xiaohu.

Whether she was regarded as a disciple at the beginning or the embarrassment before, it doesn't seem to matter. At the moment, when she is most helpless, Yueying hopes that guy can appear.

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"Hey, brother, don't go in. We'd better not join in the garrison..." a quick eyed young soldier saw Wang Xiaohu who rushed out of the crowd and planned to enter the courtyard, and quickly stretched out his hand to pull it.

But he caught nothing.

"Hey, brother Wang, what are you doing? Eh, how does this yard look familiar? Isn't this your yard? " Lao Chai is still a little confused.

"Who, quit!" A reprimand, a silver bodyguard around the door of the moon shadow room.

But Wang Xiaohu didn't have the slightest intention to retreat and continued to rush to the location of the room.

"Die!"

The silver armor guard gave a reprimand, and the long sword in his hand clattered out of its scabbard.

"Pa..."

However, the next moment, the long sword was caught by Wang Xiaohu. His palm was not even broken.

The silver armor bodyguard was shocked. Who is this? How dare he grasp his long sword empty handed, and there is no broken skin.

"You also use a sword!" Wang Xiaohu drew his hand and the long sword flew into his palm.

"Presumptuous!"

Blue Maple naturally found Wang Xiaohu and scolded. The long sword in his hand was cut down bitterly, and a blue sword flew out, which was several times more powerful than the soldier just now.

"The sword's light turns into shape. Tut Tut, the martial spirit is the martial spirit. The hand is really extraordinary.

The onlookers exclaimed.

Wheezing

But at the next moment, the long sword in Wang Xiaohu's hand was cut out at will. A seven color sword awn crossed. Only a click was heard. The long sword in LAN Feng's hand was broken into two parts. The seven color sword awn did not stop. It cut through LAN Feng's Golden Armor and shed blood. LAN Feng covered his chest and looked at Wang Xiaohu in disbelief.

The long sword in Wang Xiaohu's hand was taken from the silver guard nearby. The quality was several levels worse than the fine iron sword in LAN Feng's hand. However, his long sword was broken and injured. He was sure that if the other party hadn't been merciful, he would never have been cut a half foot deep.

"Go away, don't force me to kill!" Wang Xiaohu looked at LAN Feng coldly.

Blue Maple's face was green and red. Wang Xiaohu's strength made him dare not act rashly.

"You, who are you?" LAN Feng just has a common problem with men and is not a straw bag. When will such an expert emerge from the defeated soldiers of the flying bear army? You should know that you are in the middle of Wuling, but you can't even take this person's move. Has this person's cultivation reached the realm of King Wu?

Wang Xiaohu didn't answer. He didn't even look at the Blue Maple. He walked past the Blue Maple and knocked on the door.