After school, Lan Kexin, who had not seen her for a long time, came to her.

Looking at this domineering little hot girl, He Pingfan still spoke in that tone, "What are you doing?"

Lan Kexin looked at him with a hint of playfulness and said, "Leng Madam Yi is back."

"She will come back when she comes back. What does it have to do with me?"

Lan Kexin blinked and joked, "Now the whole school is full of controversy, don't you feel any turmoil in your heart?"

"roll!"

"Oh, I'll tell you the truth.

What are your virtues?”

Lan Kexin didn't give up, and seemed to want to see something from He Pingfan's eyes?

He Pingfan hooked his finger at her, "Come here."

Lan Kexin took a few steps back and rolled her eyes, "Damn bastard, I want to pinch me again."

I still have several places around my waist.

He Pingfan no longer paid attention to her and packed up his things to go to the library. He still had a few books he hadn't finished reading, so he simply waited for the evening self-study before going back.

Lan Kexin felt it was boring and turned back to the dormitory.

After reading the book for more than two hours, He Pingfan put together the book, closed his eyes and consolidated the content in his mind.

After confirming that there was no problem, he returned the book and prepared to go home.

It was almost nine o'clock at this moment. When He Pingfan returned from school, he liked to take shortcuts. Although there were a lot of pedestrians on the other roads, it was still a bit deserted here.

Climb a small slope and walk into a forest.

A gust of wind came from behind, Peng - He Pingfan's figure flashed and suddenly turned around.

A black shadow stood there coldly, covering his face, his cold eyes without any emotion.

"Who are you?"

The other party didn't answer, and his figure flashed and made another move.

A delicate palm slapped He Pingfan's chest, with sharp moves and looked good.

He Pingfan was calm and unhurried when he saw the move.

Peng - The two palms were connected, and the other party's body was shaken away.

But he did not land, and took the opportunity to flip into the air and slid out an arc in the darkness, with a beautiful shape.

The toes were slightly a little on the tree, and the whole figure came into the air again.

"I'll go!"

What a good body movement?

Even He Pingfan secretly praised him. At least he has not yet practiced such a beautiful light body skill. He practiced the Eight Steps Immortal Trace, which is mainly used to avoid dodge and cooperate with attacks.

Since the spirit has been revealed, the opponent has been the first opponent with the best light body skills.

But this body movement seems a bit too gorgeous to He Pingfan.

When a strong fights, the more important it is to have strength. The simpler and more effective, the better.

If you guess correctly, this should be a disciple trained by which major sect.

But I haven't provoked anyone recently, why am I sneaking into my attack?

Huh—The other party brought the wind again, and the faint fragrance surged, and another move was directed towards He Pingfan.

Pengpeng—He Pingfan remained unmoved, resolved several of the opponent’s moves, and suddenly a hand of divine origin, Peng—hit the opponent’s chest from the flaws of the moves.

Forehead?

A slurred ball of unusually gentleness made He Pingfan slightly stunned. He looked at the figure in the dark in a little astonishment.

Bang - The other party suddenly became angry and slapped hard.

He Pingfan didn't have time to dodge and stood there in fear.

The black shadow turned around and left, his figure was very fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What's the meaning?"

He Pingfan didn't react for a long time. The other party attacked him, but he didn't kill him.

Why did he leave suddenly?

Thinking of the softness of his hit just now, I put my hand on my nose and sniffed it a few times, and then pressed my chest.

He Pingfan was embarrassed and blushed a little.

"I didn't mean it."

He murmured to himself.

When he returned home, He Jiant came up diligently, "Master, you are back."

He Pingfan nodded and greeted Xiang Bo and his mother.

Wash your face and brush your teeth and go back to the room upstairs.

In the quiet space, sitting alone in the practice room to mock up the scene just now.

The person who attacked him just now had the style of a major sect, and neither the moves nor the light body skills were comparable to those of his opponents before.

Of course, the other party's strength is not very high, and there is even a big gap between Zheng Changsheng, Feng Chenzi and the others.

But this prototype already has the style of everyone, and in time, the other party's achievements should be quite good.

He Pingfan put aside these distracting thoughts and devoted himself to practicing.

After this period of hard work, I should be able to break through the previous bottle strength.

Strive to enter the intermediate level of the artist tonight.

The mental method of "Xuantianlu" appears in my mind, and the internal breath is slowly circulating in my body.

After a few big circles, He Pingfan officially entered an ethereal state and automatically closed the external interference.

Time flies in the dark space, and before you know it, it is dawning.

A trace of morning light bloomed from the sky, and the golden sunlight quickly spread across the earth.

He Pingfan, who was on the small building, exhaled a long breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.

After a night of hard practice, all the impurities and dirt in the body were emptied, and the whole person was refreshed and his eyes were bright and bright.

"I have reached the threshold of the mid-stage level of the artist, but unfortunately it's still a little bit behind."

He Pingfan murmured.

At the same time, Leng's family.

Nie Fengyun slowly finished his work and got off the old cold bed.

Washing hands in the basin brought by the nanny, the old and old members of the Leng family stood there respectfully. Leng Junfeng asked carefully, "Master Nie, how are you doing?"

Nie Fengyun threw away the towel, "The blood in his brain has been cleared and the tendons and veins have been opened. Let him rest for a while and you will naturally know the effect."

Leng Junfeng was overjoyed, "Thank you, thank you for your hard work, hurry up, take Master Nie to rest."

Leng Junlin and others hurriedly helped the old man lie down, Leng Masao stood beside him and looked at his grandfather with concern.

"Huan Yi, you go down too, just wait for your grandfather to wake up."

Leng Madam Nodded and came out to accompany his master.

Nie Fengyun sat in the living room, holding tea and drinking slowly.

Leng Junfeng and others settled down and the old man came out, and the four brothers and sisters were all accompanying him.

"Master Nie, thank you for your hard work this time."

"When the old man is cured, our whole family will go to Yunxuan Sect to thank him for his kindness."

Nie Fengyun put down his cup and said lightly, "When the practice of martial arts has reached a certain level, what is the problem of a mere minor problem like stroke?"

"When Wu Yi is in full swing, it will be the time for your Leng family to be prosperous."

Leng Junfeng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, thanks to Master Nie for his cultivation."

Nie Fengyun stood up and walked out a few steps with his hands behind his back, "I heard that there is a family of mysterious arts in Jiangzhou, and what are their abilities?"

Leng Junfeng said, "That's all in the past. This mysterious family had declined fifteen years ago and would never be a climate."

"But no matter how powerful they are, they will never be able to catch your Master Nie's eyes?"

Leng Masahiro stood beside him and didn't say anything. Leng Chengzhi said, "I'm a little arrogant recently. Master Nie wants to step on him."

Tsk—A trace of contempt flashed in Master Nie’s eyes, and he glanced at Leng Chengzhi unhappily.

Is such a small person worthy of his own attack?

Leng Junfeng glared at his son, saying that he really couldn't speak, what kind of IQ was it?

Nie Fengyun said, "Why do you need me to take action after a declining mysterious art family? Wu Yi can crush him."

Leng Chengzhi was stupid and said excitedly, "I'll go and write a letter of war to He Pingfan and torture him to death! Hahaha--"
Chapter completed!