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"What am I?"

"Say you are good in martial arts, knowledgeable, tall and handsome, you have no character, you must be a handsome offspring when you are young!"

The old foster father blushed, "You child, how can you learn to lie! But..." He stroked his beard triumphantly, "When my father was young, she was indeed a beautiful man who was hard to find. She has a good vision! Not bad! "

Huan Xin secretly curled her lips, the fairy sister was right, the old man is narcissistic, and he can lift his tail up to the sky with just a few words.

When the foster father noticed his failure, he coughed twice, "Children’s house, make trouble here, walk around and play by yourself." He walked to the pile of wood beside the bed, picking and choosing, and sighed from time to time.

Huanxin saw that he was struggling for good materials, and decided to find some good wood for him, and then left quietly.

Carrying the axe, she left the bamboo cottage and walked northward. There was a dense forest. She cut a lot of wood in a short while.It is also a deep blessing for Huanxin. After three minutes of walking around, he found a phoenix tree for her, which is also a good product of the sixth grade in the book of rare treasures in the world.

The little girl thought that she should be praised by her adoptive father this time, so she intercepted a piece of good wood, bent over and held it.

However, there were dark thorns on the wood, and with a heart-wrenching "Oh Yo", when the wood was loosened, a hole was punched out, and blood kept flowing, dyeing the sycamore wood red.

Huanxin didn't feel annoyed, first licked the palm of his hand, and then bandaged with the handkerchief.Then carefully picked up the wood, "Little wood, don't be annoyed, my foster father's superb craftsmanship will definitely make you ten times more beautiful than now!"

The little girl happily returned to the bamboo cottage. From a distance, she could see her adoptive father standing in the open space in front of the house. She called out loudly, "Foster father! Look! I found good timber for you!"

He called out, but there was no response. He immediately realized that there was a difference. He threw down the wood and rushed in front of the foster father. I saw the white gas on his head steaming, and his hands were wrapped with twelve filaments. People are connected.

"Why is this?"

"Xin'er... Don't panic... Quickly cut out twelve nine-inch long bamboo thorns and pierce me below the'Xuanji' and above the'Shenque'... Renmai points..."

Huan Xin went to take the wooden box and green bamboo slices, cut off the twelve green bamboo thorns, and returned to the foster father.

At this moment, he was already shaky, Huanxin did not dare to delay, and quickly pierced the bamboo thorns into the acupoints of his foster father's Renmai.

"Hua Gai... Yutang... Juque..."

After the twelve acupuncture points were applied, a yang and qi erupted from the foster father, pushing his heart back again and again, and then, the roots of the filaments in the hands of the foster father broke, he exhaled a turbid breath and stood up. .

Huan Xin had just dealt with it properly, only then did he realize that his hands and feet were shaking.

The foster father chuckled at her, "Good boy, good boy."

Huanxin stood blankly, almost crying again, when the foster father suddenly gave a deep fist to the wooden figure on the ground.

"Where is your sacred? Why do you want to take my true anger? It hurts me?!"

Chapter 187: Xu Fu, Confusion

When Huanxin saw that his foster father bowed to a wooden man and held accountability, he couldn't help but worry that he was insane.

However, the sudden change occurred, and the wooden figure with the stigma suddenly stood up from the ground, shivering, and the joints rubbed and made a quack, seeming to be laughing.

"Ah!" Huan Xin exclaimed softly.

An even more surprising thing happened. The wooden man’s chest and abdomen heard the knocking sound of wood chips. At first he was confused, and gradually approached the people’s words, "...Haha, it’s the old man who was very close! I didn’t expect the little girl to come back so early. Da...Da, guess what is the sacred old man?"

The wooden doll can even speak, and it feels like falling in a dream for a while.

At this time, the foster father said solemnly: "The yin is transformed into the void, and the yang is transformed into a god. It is independent from the world, and it becomes immortal..."

Hearing that, the wooden man laughed strangely again, seeming to be smug.

At this time, a woman's voice came from the woods to the west.

"What a Taoist soul, the cultivation is not shallow." But it was Sun Lichai who wandered out.

When the wooden man saw her, he screamed, "How can the old man not know the fate of your female baby? No way, it is the dead bones in the tomb that has been dead for many years. As long as the vitality remains, the old man can spy one or two... unless……"

Huanxin asked curiously: "Unless what?"

The wooden man's stigma shook, and it was clearly a smooth brain, but Huanxin still felt a gaze toward him.

"You little girl! The background is innocent, but it's a pity that you have a long life, and there will be death in the future." He said that without being polite, making the little girl flush with anger.

"Huh! If you don't say it, why do you scold someone! If you don't say it, I'm not rare to hear it!" Huan Xin turned his head angrily, and was immediately embarrassed when he saw Sun Lichai smile, "Hey! Wooden man, I said that I was a bit angry, don't be offended. Hehe."

The heads of the wooden man’s pillars whirled around, “The little girl is still polite and knows how to respect the old predecessors! Listen well, the old man is the same Xu Fu who traveled to Penglai in the past! You two girls, one young Blacksmith, obediently worship the old man, and give my internal strength to the old man, so that I can reshape my soul, and I can’t say that this fairy can give you some benefits!"

Sun Lichai sneered, "This little trick is also daring to be a blessing. If it weren't for the buddha's still young, ghost like you who could not be as immortal, you would have been grayed out by thousands of Buddhas long ago. Pretentious!"

Although the wooden man did not understand Sun Lichai's so-called Buddha, but when he heard such a contemptuous tone, he suddenly jumped into a rage, "Wow! I'm so angry! When the old man is successful one day, he will surely make you go soulless!"

Huanxin was furious, "Bah, baah! What an old monster, he's not ashamed! I will definitely teach you a lesson for the fairy sister this time!"

After speaking, she pulled out the Fuyu Divine Sword around her waist and flew towards the wooden figure.

The foster father frowned, too late to stop Huanxin, so he had to secretly help by the method of sound transmission.

"Xin'er, Xu Fu has a weird background. You have to deal with it carefully. Fortunately, there are still flaws in the wooden man's legs. You are waiting for the opportunity to attack it with "Open and Close Swordsmanship"."

Huan Xin didn't change his expression, but immediately understood, approaching the place of seven feet of the wooden man, he lifted the divine sword against the wooden man's head.

There were mechanisms hidden in the two delicately carved palms of this wooden man. At this moment, a one-foot-long wooden stick popped out to grab it.

Unexpectedly, although Huanxin was young, she had enough experience with the enemy. With a twist of her wrist, she drew a sword flower, but the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the joint of the wooden man's leg.

A good Xu Xiangong, old and hot, with his left arm stick on the spine of the sword as usual, an extraordinary force penetrated the body of the sword into the Huanxin meridian, and her body was numb, and her movements slowed down.

"The little girl is very tender!"

Huanxin snorted coldly, bullying Mu Ren for inconvenience, and hurriedly pulled away to avoid being pursued by Master Xu Xian.

Sun Lichai was watching the battle, and at this time, she also heard the secret message: "This wooden man has deformed feet and has difficult movements. You can attack from the side, so he only has one arm to deal with."

Huanxin's eyes lit up, Yungong resolved the abnormal force, and then rushed forward again.

This time she went around to the left of the wooden man and pierced again and again. While resisting, Xu Xiangong wanted to turn around. Unexpectedly, she tripped on her legs and fell slowly to the ground.

The foster father smiled and said loudly: "Xin'er, you can use the sword instead of the sword, and use the cutting method to take the enemy's head lightly."

This slashing sword technique was passed down from the Lion Xiangmen of Guangdong. It was fierce and tyrannical, fierce and violent. The words of the adoptive father meant that Xu Xiangong was torn apart.

Huan Xin didn't think much about it, and leaned forward with a sword.

After all, she is a rare martial artist. Although this sword technique is small, but a majestic sword intent is gushing out, the sword rises like a frenzy of anger, and the sword falls like thunder.

Sun Lichai nodded repeatedly, and her foster father was also quite surprised.

This sword intent came fiercely, the wooden man vigorously waved his limbs, but was cut off one by one, and the Xu Xiangong was trembling with the sharp murderous intent.

After all, Huanxin was soft-hearted, and seeing the tragic appearance of the wooden man, this last sword could not be cut.