Now that he is practicing quietly, he is really no more, no less than eight forms. Is it possible that he is really called that weird name?
Yun Fan finished the exercise once, felt a gaze projected on him, turned his head and said, "How do you like the life in the inn these days?"
"Very good. Uncle Mu's dishes are the most delicious in my life. The fluffy little yellow chick is also very cute. It is very uncomfortable for someone to stand here. It makes me very uncomfortable. I want to use a silver gun in my dreams. His ass, if he is no longer there, it would be heaven." Yang Shuxue glanced at him playfully, half joking, half making rants.
"Then now give you a chance to beat me head-on, do you want to?"
"Don't you buckle horse grass?"
"If you play well, you will reward a basket of emperor bamboo grass."
Yang Shuxue's eyes brightened and she said incrediblely: "You are stingy like a ghost, have you changed your temper today? Not only did you send horse grass so generously, but also fulfilled my dream of beating you."
"Three days later, there was a bloody battle. Now if you fight more, you will shed less blood."
"Who did you offend?" Yang Shuxue's eyes suddenly sank, and her voice was lowered. Willow's eyebrows were generally straight, becoming serious and serious, "The one who traced my whereabouts?"
"No, purely personal grievances, there is a cultivator at the pinnacle of perception who wants to kill me, the ones you heard in the kitchen."
"This is an act of justice." Yang Shuxue couldn't help but applaud.
"It's fine if I die. To cover up the facts, he will set fire to the inn."
"This is too much. I still like the simple and quiet atmosphere here."
Yang Shuxue held up the umbrella again, turned and walked into the backyard with heavy rain. After a while, she fetched the silver gun, and she wondered: "Why don't you tell the uncle, he just moved his finger to clear the situation."
Yun Fan said: "Ms. Mu won't stay in the inn for long. He will leave sooner or later, and he can't count on others for everything. So let me deal with the peak of the regional perception level by myself. The right will be the hard work on the long road of cultivation. "
"Mr Mu said before that I couldn't walk five moves under his hand, and now I can hold up to twenty moves no matter how you look at it." He picked up the heavy iron broom and opened the door. The cold wind and the rain poured in, instantly. Wet the hem of his clothes, but as if nothing had happened, he crossed the threshold and walked into the pouring rain.
"Is it necessary to fight in the rain?" Yang Shuxue asked puzzled.
"That's how you want to smash the inn again?" Yun Fan hooked a frivolous finger to Yang Shuxue, "Recall the scene that night, holding the vow to kill me, and attack it! Don't be merciful. !"
Yang Shuxue's cheeks flushed suddenly, and she unconsciously recalled the embarrassing scene when the moon was rippling and her eyes were facing each other. She frowned, clenched her teeth, and said in embarrassment, "Shut up! Don't mention that night again!"
She urged her internal energy, poured the silver gun in her hand, and threw it violently.
Suddenly, a raging fire rose from the silver spear and came through the hall.
Pierced a curtain of rain.
A dazzling line of fire was drawn in the night rain.
The rain failed to extinguish the fire on the gun, but instead made a small sizzling noise, and curling smoke came out.
The flickering silver spear turned into a ferocious fire dragon, rushing towards Yunfan, and the raging fire evaporated the surrounding raindrops, causing an extremely sudden gap in the rain curtain.
Yun Fan waved the iron broom at the same time, accurately capturing the trajectory of the silver spear like a quasi-head.
Cang!Cang!Cang!
The sound of gold and stone strikes echoed in the rainy night, and sparks splashed violently at the intersection of weapons.
The muscles on his arm bulged, intercepting the raging fire dragon with the purest physical power.
The violent wind burst out of its own body, blowing out the fiery energy on the silver gun. The silver gun that was thrown was pushed back by this force, turned upside down in the air, and turned like a windmill.
Yang Shuxue rushed into the rain curtain at this moment, stretched out her hand to hold the gun, and reignited the scorching fire.
The guns tremble, like pear blossoms, and the snow falls, engulfing the might of fire, stirring up the rain, piercing the continuous heavy rain, and piercing the young man with high spirits reflected in the eyes!
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The strong wind swelled, and every time the silver gun and the broom met, a powerful shock wave spread to all sides, blowing the rain curtain diagonally.
I don’t know it was the dozens of rounds in which the two men fought, and a figure suddenly fell back amidst the roar of the air. Yun Fan finally couldn’t help, lying in the stagnant water, his face covered with jumping beads. Cool.
His chest was up and down violently, he was panting, he couldn't say anything, he just wanted to fall asleep.
The dragon danced in the rainy night, and the fire dragon shining through the dimly long street was suddenly extinguished. Yang Shuxue was holding the barrel of the gun and wiping the sweat from his forehead, and white smoke rose from his body.
"I'm exhausted. You are such a freak. You are obviously the first realm. You can fight with me for so long with that strange technique."
Yun Fan got up with difficulty, wiped the drops of water on his face, and said boldly: "Not enough, he is the pinnacle of perception, you are only in the middle of perception, I was so difficult to fight, and I was knocked over. On the ground, at this level, it will only last five more rounds."
Yang Shuxue raised her head to look up at the raindrops falling from the sky, "It's not realistic to cross the border against the enemy. You can let me use all my strength to deal with it, it's already incredible."
"If I want to live, I can only win. It's a dead end. It's not enough."
Yun Fan mentioned the black iron broom and asked to fight: "Come on!"
Accompanied by the roar of fighting spirit, the fierce strength hit the hot air wave again.
It was another tens of rounds of fighting. The stagnant water on the Long Street was swept away by the wanton shock wave, and the continuous rain curtain also avoided.
A magical field appeared between the two, without a drop of rain falling.
Yun Fan did not know how many times he fell to the ground, and finally ran out of energy, even standing up became a luxury, until Yang Shuxue reached out and pulled him up.
"Are you coming?" He panted, joking halfway.
Yang Shuxue was carrying the silver gun and was about to walk back, "I'm not coming, tired!"
"You don't want horse grass anymore?" Yang Shuxue, who raises red horses, has an almost paranoid demand for horse grass, even far better than gouache rouge, but now she is unmoved.
"Three baskets of emperor bamboo grass."
Yang Shuxue gave him a white look, and shook the sandalwood rosary on his right hand, and said, "It's useless if you give me ten baskets. I'm going to switch with the little idiot. I'll talk about it when I come out tomorrow."
"Forget this stubble." After regaining his strength a little, Yun Fan dragged his tired and scarred body back to the inn, his tight spirit relaxed, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, extremely heavy, his whole body Drenched, sitting on the short round pier, just want to take a comfortable hot bath, and then sleep till dawn.
Yang Shuxue was nowhere to be seen in the lobby, and she must have continued to play hot water.
According to her violent temper, she was drenched all over, and she would definitely use up the hot water first, regardless of the three or seventy one, and would not care about the hot water she had been screaming for all night.
At this time, the door curtain was lifted by a jade lotus-like wrist, and the gentle girl was holding a bucket full of hot water in her hands, her eyebrows frowned, her teeth clenched, and she looked very strenuous.
Yun Fan glanced at her and knew that it was Li Weirou now.
"Your body is soaking wet. You should take a bath first. You don't have any cultivation skills, so you can't catch a cold casually."
"It's okay to get a little rain." Li Weirou's eyelashes trembled lightly, pretending to be relaxed."
Rainwater slipped from her lush hair and eyelashes, dripping to the ground, and she also held up the bucket to walk up the stairs.
Yun Fan couldn't see it, stepped forward, and took the bucket in one hand, "This kind of rough work belongs to Yang Shuxue's labor category. Don't help her casually. You won't increase your salary if you help."
Li Weirou doesn't care about work or wages. Seeing Yun Fan's body is also wet, she distressed and said, "Afan, are you also in the rain?"
"Well, I just had a fight with Yang Shuxue in the rain."
"You are practicing?"
Yun Fan didn't tell this girl, who likes to worry about everything, that there might be a fierce battle in two days. He just nodded and acquiesced to this statement.
"Unfortunately, I can only sleep besides eating, otherwise I can give Afan some help." Li Weirou lowered her eyebrows and said apologetically.
"Don't you still plan to take it, don't talk about yourself like a pig." Yun Fan said with a chuckle, lifting the hot water and heading to the backyard, pouring the water into the tub in the girl's room, "You first Wash it up, I'll talk about it later."
Yun Fan's attitude was very firm, but Li Weirou broke off, she could only take a shower by herself as he said.
When he returned to the lobby under the rain, Yun Fan's footsteps were a little vacant and his body was tired. The previous battle consumed a lot of his energy. He sat on a chair, just wanting to take a rest, but fell asleep.
In my dream, there is a long night rain.
The two fierce figures fought fiercely together, and the strong wind shook.
He waved the weird dark weapon to sweep the sky full of autumn rain.
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"Hey, wake up!"
A familiar voice echoed in his ears, Yun Fan suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw Yang Shuxue with strange eyes.
She squatted halfway in front of her, frowning slightly, as if looking at a monkey.
"You slept here last night?"
There was a smirking smile at the corner of the girl's mouth, and she waved her hands indiscriminately, "Even if you sleep, your hands are still swinging like this, you are crazy."
Yun Fan yawned, glanced sternly, and sneered: "What do you know, it's concentrating, you sleep in practice, you, a lazy lady like you, don't understand."
Yang Shuxue rolled her eyes, "Who is so lazy? Go to the backyard and have your breakfast."
He got up, and when he woke up he felt refreshed and extraordinarily comfortable. The rain had stopped all night.
I don't know why, looking at the things in front of me, listening to the sounds around me, a strange feeling arose.
Yun Fan thought it was physically exhausted, and didn't care too much.
He walked to the backyard and saw Mu Cangxun next to the stables, lovingly petting the red-screaming horse, who was as irritable as the owner, and the little yellow bouncing on the horse's head. The two seemed to get along well.
In just a few days, Xiao Huang Ji had fattened into a ball, completely chubby.
After saying hello to Mu Cangxun, he came to the well, drank some water, wiped his face casually, and cleaned his mouth with a toothbrush made of pig temples and a raw toothpaste made of white salt mixed with saponin.
"Bah, this shoddy toothbrush always brushes my mouth."
Yun Fan complained and rinsed his mouth, spit out a few washes of pig hair, and suddenly realized what was wrong, "I seem to be able to see the delicate veins of the leaves on the old locust tree outside the backyard?"
Once the warp and the weft, the fineness appears.
The sound of the tiny autumn insects echoed from the side of the ear, rustling as if beside him.
The ability of ears is further improved.
He suddenly realized something, using the power of the bluestone ring to check his character attributes.
On the column of the realm of cultivation, he unknowingly has risen to the peak of the realm of enlightenment and wisdom.