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Shao Kang obviously felt it too, and was immediately overjoyed, his bones were so light, and the dozens of pockmarks on his face seemed to be shining.
He hurriedly approached Yuan Lan, teasingly said: "Junior Sister, look at the martial arts of Senior Brother, okay?"
"Not good!" Yuan Lan scowled, "It's not good for you to bully the new disciple."
As she spoke, she turned around and walked towards Yuping Peak with a twist.
When she turned to leave, she gave Shao Kangfei a wink with her eyes.
Those two eyes of Shao Kang were never willing to leave the woman's face at all, how could they fail to catch this look?
Immediately he was overjoyed, and chased after him, without even looking at the young man who was still on the ground.
Zhang Shaochen just lay there in the dust.
A sentence floated from a distance: "Next time, senior brother will test your swordsmanship"
He didn't respond.
When the pain in his body subsided a little, he saw the white clouds floating in the sky through his swollen eyelids.
I don't know if his brain was kicked out just now, but for a moment, he was a little in a trance, feeling that he was just like his own name, an insignificant speck of dust on this vast land.
As a dust and mud, what is there to resent?
He doesn't blame anyone, he only blames himself for being too weak.
Lying in such a trance, motionless.
Until he felt that the pain in his body was not so much, he struggled to stand up.
He patted the dirt on his body, straightened his clothes, went to a nearby mountain spring to wash his face and hands, washed off the mud and blood, and went crookedly down the mountain with the letter he was about to deliver.
When he walked to the Nine Wonders Peak and saw the scene, he suddenly felt that maybe he was not so unlucky today, because he saw the person to deliver the letter before he reached the swordsman hall.
Coincidentally, he wanted to take a shortcut, and deliberately took the path that no one took, and unexpectedly met Leng Tianshuang in advance.
Although he hadn't seen Leng Tianshuang yet, when he saw a man dressed up standing on the side of the cliff on the side of the road, his first reaction was that he should have encountered Leng Tianshuang.
Why?
That handsome face is as cold and arrogant as ice, and his tall and straight figure is as vigorous as a pine tree. The whole person is like an unsheathed sharp sword, and the cold air is threatening. Looking at the entire Demon Spirit Cult, besides the "Ice Demon Sword" Leng Tianshuang, who else can have it? ?
"Huh? This place is so remote, what is he doing here?"
In Zhang Shaochen's imagination, a big man like Leng Tianshuang is either in a square where everyone is watching, or in a quiet room with bright and clean windows.
He had already come close, but Leng Tianshuang didn't seem to respond, and was looking at the pine forest and deep valley in front of him.
"Leng, Leng Jianshi?" The young man called out tentatively.
The man suspected of being Leng Tianshuang seemed to turn a deaf ear at first. After waiting for a while, he slowly turned around and looked at Zhang Shaochen with two stern eyes.
Seeing his eyes, Zhang Shaochen was sure that this person must be Leng Tianshuang.
According to legend, this famous swordsman Leng Tianshuang was born in Donghuazhou, East China Sea. His eyes were born with a different color, and there was a hint of blue in them, like the brilliance of sea water.
Now this person, looking over his eyes, besides the clear black and white, there is also a faint layer of azure blue divine light, who else could it be if it wasn't Leng Tianshuang?
"What's the matter?" Leng Tianshuang finally spoke.
It's just two simple words, but the coldness that strangers should not get close to haunts Zhang Shaochen almost shivering.
He tried his best to calm down, and then tried to make his voice normal: "Sword envoy, my name is Zhang Shaochen, and I am a handyman disciple of Shuilingtang."
"Today, under the entrustment of brother Li Xun in the hall, I will send you a letter."
While speaking, he took out the letter from his arms, stepped forward, held it in both hands, and presented it to Leng Tianshuang respectfully.
Leng Tianshuang didn't answer the letter first, but glanced at him first, then took the letter casually, and opened it without thinking.
The young man who was close at hand clearly felt that this cold and sharp sword-like demon swordsman did not take this letter to heart at all.
He just glanced at it casually, crumpled the letter into a ball, threw it down the nearby cliff, and then looked at the wild mountains in front of him, silently lost in thought.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Shaochen didn't know what to say.
After thinking about it, he felt that he should fight for his brother in the hall, ??He summoned up his courage and said:
"Master Sword Envoy, after reading the letter, do you have any reply you want me to bring to Senior Brother Li?"
Cold weather frost did not respond.
After waiting for a while, when Zhang Shaochen was about to give up, he suddenly heard a few words from the mouth of the person in front of him:
"The aptitude is too poor, if you want to learn swordsmanship well, let's dream."
Zhang Shaochen suddenly felt his face burn.
Leng Tianshuang's words were too heartless, Zhang Shaochen felt as if he was talking about himself when he heard it face to face.
Feeling sad for Senior Brother Li Xun in his heart, he bowed and said:
"Thank you Leng Jianshi. I'll go back now."
As he turned to leave, he said in his heart:
"Leng Jianshi said this, I can only pretend that I haven't heard it before."
"Hey, he himself is amazingly talented, how can he know the suffering of ordinary people?"
"I've heard that Leng Jianshi is a direct disciple of the Dugu leader, and he also learns the swordsmanship of the Molingjiao's own sect, which is the same as other disciples."
"But it is exactly the same swordsmanship, but the result of learning is different."
"Not only is he powerful in swordsmanship, but he is also amazingly powerful. Otherwise, he wouldn't be one of the eight great sword passers-by in the Swordsman Hall at a young age."
"Well, that's right, he is so powerful, no wonder he doesn't like senior brother Li Xun."
"Oh, this is the saddest place."
"In the eyes of Leng Jianshi, Senior Brother Li, who is too poor in qualifications, is already very enviable in my eyes."
Thinking a little sadly, he also took big steps, preparing to return to the mountain as soon as possible.
It's just that, after walking a short distance, he suddenly heard a howl coming from behind him!
The howling came so suddenly that he was unprepared, and was so startled that he stumbled and almost fell.
When he came back to his senses for a while, he realized that the howling just now was both like a beast and a human voice, and it seemed extremely painful, but for some reason, it seemed to be deliberately suppressed, which was really weird.
He is also courageous, aftertaste aftertaste of this howl, but feel shuddering.
His first reaction was whether there were any beasts and monsters jumping up;
But he quickly looked around and found that there was nothing unusual.
"This crywhy does it seem to come from the direction of Leng Jianshi?"
When he realized something, he was startled suddenly, and quickly turned around and ran back to Leng Tianshuang.
Before he got close, he saw a strange scene:
The previously cold and proud Demon Passer, fell to the ground and kept rolling in the weeds. His clothes were covered with mud and grass leaves. The scene was very disgraceful! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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