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Chapter 1,138 Acquaintance

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    This shadow is sneaky and its behavior is very suspicious. At first glance, it makes people think that it is not a good bird.

    Hearing my drink, the ghost not only did not stop, but actually ran away. This made me more and more sure that this person is definitely not a kind person. Those who are timid are either traitors or thieves.

    "You bastard, run away, did you run away?" I cursed fiercely, and my anger suddenly boiled.

    Originally, when I saw the scorched earth on this spiritual island, I was so angry that I had nowhere to vent. Now I happened to find an outlet. I couldn¡¯t wait to catch up with him and punch him to death!

    "Lao Luo, please wait a moment and let me go!" Wang Fuhua rushed out before me.

    Before anyone came out, the blade went first, and a crescent scimitar circled out.

    "Little thief, where are you going? Let Grandpa Poison King meet you!"

    Wang Fuhua followed the sword wind with sharp steps.

    The shadow ran very fast, but Wang Fuhua's sword was faster, so he could only stop, flick his sleeves, and shake out a Xuanhua jade fan.

    There was a clanging sound, and the blade struck right on the jade fan.  In an instant, the two weapons emitted huge sparks, and white light flashed for several meters around them, like thunder and lightning. The entire scene immersed in darkness turned pale for an instant, and then fell into deeper darkness.

    "That's okay. Not only has Lao Wang's cultivation not been neglected over the years, he has actually improved a lot." I couldn't help but sigh.

    These words are not flattery, but my truth.  At this distance just now, if Yang Xiu hadn't reached an absolute height, he wouldn't have been able to pose a threat to the opponent from such a distance.  As he stood up, the moment the weapons collided, he could feel that Wang Fuhua's strength was several times what it was before.

    Of course, opponents should not be underestimated either.  Although this person is a close defender and is better than Wang Fuhua in terms of saving energy, you must know that he is holding a jade fan.  He uses a jade fan to fight with flying knives, and ensures that the jade fan is constantly hard and does not lose half of his strength. This shows how powerful his aura is.

    "What a jade fan, let's see what other tricks you have!" In the blink of an eye, Wang Fuhua had already followed up.

    The paintings in the palms are virtual, the steps become solid, the sleeves are dancing like flying saucers, rub rub red mist like soaring clouds flies out!

    There is no doubt that Wang Fuhua began to use his best method-poison technique. This should be a poisonous miasma controlled by the palm of the wind.

    The opponent obviously knew what he was doing. In a hurry, he quickly used Qi with his palms to move the Qi into wind, thinking that through this method, he could drive away the poisonous miasma surrounding him.

    However, Wang Fuhua was smiling and didn't care at all. He used his palms methodically to eat away step by step. The poisonous miasma didn't even care about the strong wind and still rushed towards the opponent against the wind.

    Everyone knows that turbid air is afraid of wind. No matter how poisonous the miasma is, it will be dispersed by the wind, but Wang Fuhua's poisonous miasma can actually go against the wind.

    "Could this be Xiangbiao Poison Technique?" I asked in surprise.

    Mo Ran'er on the side nodded and said: "Brother Luo is right. This method is the first level of Xiangbiao's poison technique. Ancient books say it is called ghost poison miasma. My family is testing the opponent's methods, and he has not made a direct killing move.  !¡±

    Speaking of the ghost poisonous miasma, I remembered the story of the battle between Yanhuang and Chiyou. Continuing with the first attack on Chiyou, the Yanhuang tribes were defeated by the poisonous miasma.

    The person on the opposite side hesitated for a moment, was startled, and backed away repeatedly while holding his breath. After retreating for more than ten meters, he suddenly opened the closed fan.

    This man drew an arc on the jade fan out of thin air, separating two points in the air, as if he had drawn a Tai Chi wheel diagram.

    "Walk!"

    With a loud shout, it was like a strong wind rolling up under the fan. Blurred white light spots, overlapping huge black shadows, desperately tore through the night. With a breath, this black hole-like wind hole directly sucked in the red poisonous miasma.  Go in, and it¡¯s instantly rolled up without a trace!

    "Good!" I couldn't help but praise.

    In such a tight time, it is really not easy for this person to react quickly and restrain Wang Fuhua's poisonous miasma.  Moreover, I can clearly see that this move is a spiritual cultivation method, and the cultivation level is not low.

    Seeing that they had roughly understood each other, the two simply gave up on fighting at a distance, and directly collided with each other, entangled with each other, and for a while they were inseparable.

    ??If this fight continues, when will it end?  Besides, based on this man¡¯s spiritual practice just now, I suddenly felt that he might not be a bad person.

    "stop fighting!"

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Cultivation, I was between the two people in an instant, I grabbed it with my left hand, and I pressed with my right hand with the magic cultivator, tightly holding their armsLocked.

    Wang Fuhua is okay, he is one of his own, so it¡¯s okay if I hold him back.  But Fang Quchi exerted force on his point, and he hit me with his elbow, and at the same time, he pointed his index finger at my throat!

    "Why, you're still not convinced, you just want to kill me with this three-legged cat's acupuncture method!" I sneered, not hiding, imitating his way, and also pointed with my index finger.

    The index finger and the index finger touched each other, but my fingertip seemed to be plated with a layer of gold. There was a squeaking sound, and the other person's hand folded back and he yelled.

    "Lao Luo, is that you?" The man was in pain and looked at me in the thin moonlight and shouted.

    I looked at the other person. Could it be that he was an acquaintance?

    However, this guy's hair was disheveled, his body was dirty, and his clothes were ragged. He looked like a beggar. When he was talking to me, he raised his head, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes and half a pitch-black face. I really couldn't think about it.  Get up, when did you know such an ugly guy?

    "You know me?" I asked doubtfully.

    "I, it's me, Lao Luo, you are so heartless, why have you forgotten me?" The man smoothed his hair from his forehead, exposed his whole face and shouted, "You haven't recognized me yet?  Damn, you forgot, I even saved your life!"

    Until then, listening to the voice and tone, I felt a little puzzled.

    ?? Could this guy who is smooth-talking and claims to be my rescuer of evildoers, be Wu Yangchao?

    ¡°Oh my god, how did this kid become so virtuous?  He was a very handsome guy back then, and he always boasted that he looked like Pan An. How did he end up looking like a beggar?

    "Are you really your kid? That's not right. Why are you like this?" I muttered.

    Wu Yangchao smiled bitterly and said: "Lao Luo, Lao Luo, I am really stepping on shit if I can meet you at this time! I can't say enough"

    Later, Wu Yangchao told me that after we parted ways, he returned to Wuyi Mountain.  Who knew that when he returned, his body would have been buried.  Originally, as long as the body did not rot, it would still be alive. Who knew that just as cremation was popularized in the local area, the body was actually cremated

    "Do you think I'm unlucky or not?" Wu Yangchao cried and said: "Just like that, my face that is unique in the world has become a dead ringer, and even without the sun, I have become an old ghost wandering around." (Remember.  Website address: www.hlnovel.com
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