"It's wonderful, it's really wonderful."

The young man in white shook the folding fan and said slowly: "Ximen hugged his feet, yes, the timing is very skillful. Just one move, one combat skill, and a four-two move, and the victory and defeat will appear immediately."

It turned out that what he meant was that when Hei Shutou failed to keep up with the second one, Ergouzi slashed his backhand. The speed of this sword was so fast that it was lightning-proof that Hei Shutou could not escape no matter what.

But at this moment, his hand, which was pressed independently by his golden rooster, quietly grabbed the vein on his ankle and pinched it.

One pinch, one combat skill - Ximen hugs his feet, and the winner will appear immediately.

Four thousand pounds of strength, the moment Ergouzi jumped up...

It's too fast and too subtle. Only those with advanced skills can have the honor to see it. As for the hand tearing the living person behind, to be honest, this move will come naturally afterwards.

Wonderful, very wonderful!

...

Hearing the praise, the girl in green sighed even more: "He is still so genius in combat skills, but fearlessness is still so earth-shaking..."

Dantian, seal, cousin, stepped forward, because of the catastrophe, he was afraid of implicating her, so he deliberately broke her with her...

Sad, miserable, sad.

Three years have passed, and too many hardships have made him become a human being, like a hunchbacked old man.

Is such an old man still the one I like? - Still dazzling in the edges and corners? Fearless and upright?

...

"Ding, congratulations to the host, accurately grasp the acupuncture points on Ergouzi's ankle and win with one move."

Beichen Yingxue smiled and said proudly, "Isn't it just a trick? Ximen hugged her feet, nothing great."

"Ahem..."

The system laughed. It really treated itself as a hot spring onion.

...

Hei Shaotou understood and shouted angrily: "What do you mean? You mean, my sword is worthless!"

The young man in white ignored him, spread his white paper and gently sang the cool breeze.

The wind blew his extremely tender and well-maintained face, and his extremely soft and flowing and extremely black hair; there was a knot on the long hair, a knot tied with a white scarf, a knot for men, a knot for heroes, and a knot for romantic love.

The cool breeze was blowing, and the morning sun was golden, bathing his face, making him even more "charming".

He smiled, smiled softly, and smiled at Hei Zhuo's head with contempt, "This is not obvious, I have to say it clearly."

"Impossible." Hei Zhuo's head and face turned black, and his beard trembled.

The knife, a long knife, a black knife, suddenly, with a "wow" sound, it put it on the neck of the young man in white and said viciously: "Where did you come from? But the Murong family? Are they neither men nor women... are they demons or demons?"

He deliberately dragged the pronunciation of the four words "non-man or woman" for a long time.

In an instant, a cold light shot out from the other party's eyes, which made Hei Shaotou's heart shake and his neck shrink, and his body instantly faded halfway.

Haha, the other party laughed loudly and smiled to the sky.

Amid the laughter, he seemed to have accidentally put the white paper fan on the black knife around the neck, and did not push it away, just laughing, smiling to the sky.

Smile, like the morning sun, warm and warm, and a little fresh, which contrasts sharply with the "cold" of the glare just now.

Laughing, laughter is turning, laughter is turning.

The sun began to cool down, the air began to cool down, and a cold air penetrated through his white white paper fan and penetrated into the black knife.

The cold air penetrates the back of the knife and reaches the handle of the knife. The handle of the knife is like a cold stone in a moment.

Hei Chou's hand holding the knife began to tremble, tremble... slowly covered his fingers with a layer of frost.

The knife can no longer hold it.

I can't hold it, the cold air is already in my bones. If I don't throw my hand, I'm afraid that this hand will be ruined.

However, the hand cannot be thrown away, and it is like a suction force that makes Hei Shaotou feel shocked and creepy.

"Demon, Demonic Art." He screamed.

In amazement, he felt his physical strength disappearing, the spiritual energy in his dantian was declining, and gradually, his body stiffened and his face became stiff, and the black beard covered with ice crystals, crystal clear and shining in the sun.

No, that's not ice crystals, it's frost.

Frost, a layer of frost.

Frost began to cover his beard, his face, his whole body, and in a blink of an eye, he had become a frost man.

The cold is biting, the coldness is straight through the heart.

He wanted to shout out loud: Help me, who will save me!

Looking around, no one dares.

No one dared to come to save him. All the curious farmers bent down and figured out in detail whether the water droplets on his beard were crystal or frost. If it were crystal, how much money would it be worth.

Damn, no one can save me, no one can save me.

Who is this young man in white? Is he a human or a ghost, a demon or a demon?

Why is he so powerful? Why is he so powerful!

He couldn't believe it.

He has lived in this small village since he was a child. He has never traveled far away or seen any big world. He has always thought that he is extremely powerful and has super powerful force. This is enough to crush everything. However, he was wrong, and he couldn't even recognize who he was.

My heartbeat began to slow down, as if I was about to be frozen, and my breathing began to slow down, as if I was about to be frozen.

I'm going to die; it's over, no one can save me!

...

Beichen Yingxue stood up, patted the broken grass in her hand, and smiled at Hei's head and chopped her head, "I said, brother, you are really anxious. This young man in white comes to our fort, that's a guest, a distinguished guest, no one is like you in hospitality. Come on, put down your knife."

As he said that, one hand pushed the knife, and the other hand accidentally passed through the black chopped head arm to the corner of its elbow, and stopped there.

Once stopped.

In an instant, the black chopped head felt a numbness in his elbow, and then the continuous cold air coming from the paper fan was cut off instantly.

It was cut off, and the warm current on his body came back, and he was saved.

Saved? He couldn't believe it.

Just like this, it seems to be there or not.

Just this, it's impossible.

Just like this, there is no spiritual power.

Just this moment, the transmission of the cold energy was cut off.

Impossible, terrifying, what kind of cultivation is this.

If he was not convinced when he tear Ergouzi with his hand before, it was just a loss of his sword, then what about now!

Now, he can't accept it.

Is this the crushing of the realm?

No, he is disabled, where does he get his realm?

By the way, even if the state of the past is gone, it is still experienced.

In the Immortal Cultivation Academy, no wonder so many people are going to enter even if they are fighting for the most.

It seems that I have to reexamine this brother, what should I learn from him.

I admire it, admire it, no wonder the young man in white said that he was "walking his feet with his feet in Ximen". It was not false at all.

There were waves of horror, waves of admiration, warmed the body, and flexible hands. I immediately put away the knife, pretending to be "half listened to others' advice", and stopped when I saw it, saying, "Okay, I'm in a good mood today, let you go."

...

The young man in white did not refute him, but cooperated tactfully, politely put away the folding fan and thanked him.

After thanking Hei for chopping his head, he turned around and thanked Beichen Yingxue: "Thank you, this guy, for your kindness."

Be proud of your hands?

Hei Zhao was stunned again. He looked at the boy in white and thought to himself, "Is this person wrong?" He clearly put me down, but he wanted to thank an irrelevant person.

It was obvious that Beichen Yingxue only saved me and did not threaten him at all, but why did he still want to thank Beichen Yingxue?

Confused, confused, surprised.
Chapter completed!