Fang Qingyan kept saying, "I heard that? Did you hear that when you were eating melon seeds or basking in the sun? Are you very excited after hearing this? You are so excited? You want to go to a good day of licking blood on the knife head right away? It's because there are too many people like you, and you don't lack ghosts every day."

Meng Shuai said: "Damn, you're full of mockery?"

Fang Qingyan glanced at him and said, "What are you talking about?"

Meng Shuai put away his slightly frivolous attitude and said, "It's nothing. I've thought about what you said just now. You said it very well. So we still need a fight."

Fang Qingyan smiled and said, "You still fight? Forget it. You have good kung fu, but you are still far worse than mine."

Meng Shuai said, "Why didn't I see it just now?"

Fang Qingyan said: "I just hid my strength."

Meng Shuai said "Oh" and suddenly realized: "You were pretending to behave just now."

Fang Qingyan was stunned and said, "What?"

Meng Shuai said: "It's nothing, you can continue."

Fang Qingyan continued, "You don't believe it at first sight. If I hadn't seen you still have some knowledge, I wouldn't have told you this. When the realm is the same, the level of martial arts is the key to the victory or defeat. I still have unique martial arts that have not been used. There is no one in the four fields today, so I can give you insights." As he said that, he helped the stone up and stood up slowly.

Meng Shuai said: "Oh, I'm sorry, how can you really thank the Lord for your kindness?"

Fang Qingyan is very good at speaking, and a good sentence often makes people feel disgusted. If Meng Shuai had not lived to be in his twenties and had not been scrupulous with children, he would have been wrong. However, he also saw that Fang Qingyan had no bad intentions and maintained an unconcealed innocent temperament, so he would not have hated it.

After all, he was very interested in Fang Qingyan's "unique martial arts". In this world, what he was most interested in is martial arts, which is also his only pursuit to live happily in this world. Otherwise, what else could support his pursuit of loving life? Is it an original ancient style life without even a toilet?

Fang Qingyan stood on the sandbank, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands were in a strange position, with no cohesion.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Meng Shuai looked up and down on him. Apart from thinking that the posture of standing was strange, it was no different.

Zizzi...

In the quiet night sky, I remembered the sizzling sound like a sucking breath, just like water was boiling. Meng Shuai was stunned and saw a faint white smoke rising from Fang Qingyan's body.

"I'll go!" Meng Shuai was so scared that he was shocked and took a few steps back. This was no joke. Smoke was coming out of people, which was too subversive of common sense.

I saw that there was more and more smoke from Fang Qingyan’s body, and the smoke did not dissipate, slowly lingering around him, which was particularly misty under the moonlight, and it was really a bit of a blurry dream of “smoke cages cold water, moon cages sand”.

Suddenly, Fang Qingyan opened his eyes, his eyes as cold as lightning.

Meng Shuai took a step back again and saw Fang Qingyan slowly raise his hand, and the mist was lingering in his hand...
Chapter completed!