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"It's no different from normal rain! Humph!" Huan Xin pouted, wiped her hands in a huff, and then continued to look at Jinyun in the sky in a daze.

The adoptive father couldn't help laughing, but he was unconsciously noticed.

"Ah! Okay, foster father! You come to see Xin'er jokes most of the night without sleeping!"

"Hahaha! My heart is really childlike! Good! Good!" The foster father laughed heartily, and his heart relaxed a lot. Originally, he owed a lot to this child, and his young age made her endure it like this Qingdu, now that she sees her innocent appearance, I can't help but feel relieved.

Huanxin's feigned look on his face was also dissipated by the deep laughter of his adoptive father, and his joyful face was reappeared, "Foster father hurry up to watch the sky with Xiner, but it looks good, the clouds are all golden!"

The adoptive father smiled and walked to the window. Yes, there is a vision tonight. Maybe no one has seen such an amazing scene since ancient times.

Huanxin asked curiously: "It is said that a saint was born, and there is a sky full of visions, do you think there is a saint coming?"

"Mohu said, it's just some wonders. It's not unusual that you can see more when you grow up."

"Xin'er wants to see the meteor."

"Why?"

"The meteor must have fallen from a fairy in the flat peach banquet in the sky. Xin'er wanted to ask him what the heavens looked like."

"Stupid boy, the only way to communicate between heaven and earth is through Jianmu, but the sacred wood has long been chopped off, so there will be nothing...wait!"

The foster father didn't finish what he said to coax the child, and he saw a line of fire flying out of the layers of Jinyun. It was a meteorite, the meteor smashed through the clouds, and the beautiful glow behind the cloud seemed to be a wonderful sight in the heavens.

"Oh! It's a meteor!"

"That's not a meteor, it's a meteor!"

"Flying towards us!"

"Not good!" Seeing that the fire meteorite was coming so fiercely, the foster father was afraid that it might not happen to be in the Zhulu.

Huan Xin also realized that the house might be hit by the stars in the sky, and suddenly exclaimed, "Foster father! What to do! This house was finally built!"

"Heaven has fallen into disaster, no matter if this house is rebuilt, it's fine if people are fine."

The meteorite was like a rainbow, and when it approached the bamboo cottage, it exploded violently.

The light dissipated, and the two of Huanxin looked back at the bamboo house, only to see a woman in fluttering clothes standing proudly on the roof, her hair like ink, her face like jade, majestic and graceful between looking forward and looking forward.

Chapter 182 Confrontation, Difficulties

The torrential rain is raging and raging, the thunder in the sky illuminates the earth, and in such a cruel and cruel night, the Lord is the only sun.

The foster father bowed his fists, "Dare to ask you who is?"

Huan Xin was not scared at all, and shouted with surprise on her face: "You must be a god! Sister god is so beautiful!"

"Xin'er, don't be rude!"

Sun Lichai's cold face showed a gentle smile, "It's okay, I was here to find this little girl."

The foster father's heart sank, he straightened his waist, and made a wary gesture.

Sun Lichai saw that he was showing hostility to herself, and she was quite troubled. She was rebellious and arrogant, and she was unwilling to say long and lengthy words to tell her the causes and consequences of her journey through time and space. It was extremely difficult, and now she had to show her kindness. , I hope this old man can be reasonable.

"I'm looking for this child, but to avoid her death."

Huanxin looked at Sun Lichai's plump appearance and admiration, and couldn't listen to what she was saying, while the foster father frowned, showing an anxious look.

"Your words are unclear. Neighbors' trivial matters, firewood, rice, oil, salt, petty profits, still need to be debated, just because you are alive, you can't live without them, and it's about human life. Jie, but I must ask clearly."

"Oh, what do you want to know?" Sun Lichai had no choice but to talk too much, and it was always troublesome.

"Where did your excellency come from? How do you know that Xin'er is killing you?"

"..." Sun Lichai stepped gently, jumped off the roof, and stood in front of the father and daughter.

The foster father moved to block Huanxin, but the little girl still came out and secretly looked at her superior.

Sun Lichai knew nothing about the situation of the father and daughter, but as a descendant of Taiwu, she was very familiar with the Fuyu Excalibur. The Fuyu Excalibur hanging on the girl's waist was intact.

"This is a long story, you just need to know that I have no malice against this little girl."

The foster father is very stubborn, "I have nothing to say, please leave."

Sun Lichai wondered how to take this girl away.

She is the sword spirit of Fuyu Divine Sword, and she must get her.

But the old man on the opposite side was not easy to deal with, and Sun Lichai admitted that she could not see his depth.

Confrontation.

silence.

I don't know how long.

The colorful clouds in the sky dissipated, the golden clouds were dimmed, the thunder was extinguished, the wind and rain stopped, the silent air ruled the deep valley, the insects at the bottom of the grass began to whisper, and the icy moisture dipped into the mist, lingering around Sun Lichai.

In such a relaxed time after the rain, the tense hostility still reached the edge.

The adoptive father turned his head to let Huanxin escape, and then put out an ancient fist frame, like a crane and loose, simple and generous.

Sun Lichai chuckled, "Wudang faction?"

"Mysterious fist, I have learned it."

Huan Xin pursed her mouth and ran to the side. She loved this fairy sister who fell from the sky very much. Now that she saw her adoptive father bullying a woman at his age, she was rather uneasy, so she rolled her eyes and said: "It is the so-called'damage and damage, so as to do nothing.' The more you practice, the less moves you use in the profound arts.

She seemed to give her adoptive father a strong voice, but in fact she exposed her father's background.

The corner of his mouth twitched with anger, this little white-eyed wolf, did Lao Tzu teach you these martial arts principles for you to talk nonsense?

Sun Lichai looked at Huanxin, smiled softly, fascinated the little girl, and couldn't help explaining how to break the mysterious fist. At this time, the foster father shouted and punched Sun Lichai.

Although the fist is slow, a stream of pure Yang internal energy is like the sea rushing, vast and boundless.

Sun Lichai is also a punch, stunned, like a giant spirit hammer, to return the color.

When the pair of fists struck, the strong force in the foster father's hand suddenly disappeared, and he slightly let go of the fist sideways, the superior's right fist like a jade pestle, stroked three inches in front of the old man's nose, vigorous as a bell. It swelled and hit the body protector's true energy. Although the ground was tight, it still made his nose numb.

Sun Lichai's fist was exhausted, which was the opportunity for her internal energy. At this time, the opponent hit the upper right wrist in the wrong boxing, and then turned his arm to return the punch that hit her to Sun Lichai.

Sun Lichai saw her fist hit her waist instead, did not rush, turned around to relieve her strength, clenched her left hand, and struck out the same way.

The old foster father wanted to repeat the old trick, but unexpectedly, this punch was like a drill, leaving him with dense and thick air, still menacing, slapped his palms on his wrists, but the agitated infuriating Qi cut through the skin and blood leaked out.