The gentle cool breeze blows over the cheeks, and the coolness penetrates from the outside and radiates from the heart.

Wang Yan's body tensed, he opened his eyes, and looked around with sharp eyes, observing where he was at this moment.

The sun in the sky is warm, it is the rising sun. In front of you is a tall green and black wall about 10 feet long, and below, there are several grass ball archery targets. Next to you is an ancient-style pavilion, under which stands a weapon rack, a horse, and a horse.

There are red cherry spears, half-moon halberds, zhangba spears, simple swords and a Mo Dao. In addition, there are several regular swords and gun shafts without spearheads. The weapons are cold and cold, and you can tell at a glance that they are good weapons.

Looking at the large open land of more than 100 square meters, it is not difficult to know that this place is a martial arts arena.

On the west side, there is a big house with eaves and green tiles. Through the double-open door, behind the darkness is another large area of ​​light. The place must be quite big. On the threshold, sitting on the threshold, a young man in Tsing Yi with a boy bun is sitting, holding on in boredom.

Hold your chin and look at the sky for a while and the ground for a while.

Looking at myself, I am wearing a short shorts outfit, black cloth shoes, my long hair is tied up in a bun, and I wear a green bun to fix my hair to prevent it from being spread out due to too much movement. It is exactly what I wear for martial arts training.

After confirming that the location was safe, Wang Yan began to accept the identity assigned to him by his living father this time.

Wang Yan, eighteen years old, lives in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles west of Jingdongxi Road-Yunzhou-Yanggu County. He has been fond of practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is also slightly interested in reading. However, Wu has not joined the army. Wen is a scholar and failed in the previous government examination.

My parents both died of illness three years ago, leaving behind thousands of acres of land, as well as this big house where I live, and... in Yanggu County...

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The gentle cool breeze blows over the cheeks, and the coolness penetrates from the outside and radiates from the heart.

Wang Yan's body tensed, he opened his eyes, and looked around with sharp eyes, observing where he was at this moment.

The sun in the sky is warm, it is the rising sun. In front of you is a tall green and black wall about 10 feet long, and below, there are several grass ball archery targets. Next to you is an ancient-style pavilion, under which stands a weapon rack, a horse, and a horse.

There are red cherry spears, half-moon halberds, zhangba spears, simple swords and a Mo Dao. In addition, there are several regular swords and gun shafts without spearheads. The weapons are cold and cold, and you can tell at a glance that they are good weapons.

Looking at the large open land of more than 100 square meters, it is not difficult to know that this place is a martial arts arena.

On the west side, there is a big house with flying eaves and green tiles. Through the double-open door, behind the darkness is another large area of ​​light. The place must be quite big. On the threshold, sitting on the threshold, a young man in Tsing Yi with a boy bun is sitting, holding on in boredom.

Hold your chin and look at the sky for a while and the ground for a while.

Looking at myself, I am wearing a short shorts outfit, black cloth shoes, my long hair is tied up in a bun, and I wear a green bun to fix my hair to prevent it from being spread out due to too much movement. It is exactly what I wear for martial arts training.

After confirming that the location was safe, Wang Yan began to accept the identity assigned to him by his living father this time.

Wang Yan, eighteen years old, lives in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles west of Jingdongxi Road - Yunzhou - Yanggu County. He has been fond of practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is also slightly interested in reading. However, Wu has not joined the army. Wen is a scholar and failed in the previous government examination.

Both of my parents died of illness three years ago, leaving behind thousands of acres of land, the big house where I live, and the gentle cool breeze in Yanggu County blowing across my cheeks, the coolness seeping from the outside of the body and radiating from the heart.

Wang Yan's body tensed, he opened his eyes, and looked around with sharp eyes, observing where he was at this moment.

The sun in the sky is warm, it is the rising sun. In front of you is a tall green and black wall about 10 feet long, and below, there are several grass ball archery targets. Next to you is an ancient-style pavilion, under which stands a weapon rack, a horse, and a horse.

There are red cherry spears, half-moon halberds, zhangba spears, simple swords and a Mo Dao. In addition, there are several regular swords and gun shafts without spearheads. The weapons are cold and cold, and you can tell at a glance that they are good weapons.

Looking at the large open land of more than 100 square meters, it is not difficult to know that this place is a martial arts arena.

On the west side, there is a big house with flying eaves and green tiles. Through the double-open door, behind the darkness is another large area of ​​light. The place must be quite big. On the threshold, sitting on the threshold, a young man in Tsing Yi with a boy bun is sitting, holding on in boredom.

Hold your chin and look at the sky for a while and the ground for a while.

Looking at myself, I am wearing a short shorts outfit, black cloth shoes, my long hair is tied up in a bun, and I wear a green bun to fix my hair to prevent it from being spread out due to too much movement. It is exactly what I wear for martial arts training.

After confirming that the location was safe, Wang Yan began to accept the identity assigned to him by his living father this time.

Wang Yan, eighteen years old, lives in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles west of Jingdongxi Road - Yunzhou - Yanggu County. He has been fond of practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is also slightly interested in reading. However, Wu has not joined the army. Wen is a scholar and failed in the previous government examination.

Both of my parents died of illness three years ago, leaving behind thousands of acres of land, the big house where I live, and the gentle cool breeze in Yanggu County blowing across my cheeks, the coolness seeping from the outside of the body and radiating from the heart.

Wang Yan's body tensed, he opened his eyes, and looked around with sharp eyes, observing where he was at this moment.

The sun in the sky is warm, it is the rising sun. In front of you is a tall green and black wall about 10 feet long, and below, there are several grass ball archery targets. Next to you is an ancient-style pavilion, under which stands a weapon rack, a horse, and a horse.

There are red cherry spears, half-moon halberds, zhangba spears, simple swords and a Mo Dao. In addition, there are several regular swords and gun shafts without spearheads. The weapons are cold and cold, and you can tell at a glance that they are good weapons.

Looking at the large open land of more than 100 square meters, it is not difficult to know that this place is a martial arts arena.

On the west side, there is a big house with flying eaves and green tiles. Through the double-open door, behind the darkness is another large area of ​​light. The place must be quite big. On the threshold, sitting on the threshold, a young man in Tsing Yi with a boy bun is sitting, holding on in boredom.

Hold your chin and look at the sky for a while and the ground for a while.

Looking at myself, I am wearing a short shorts outfit, black cloth shoes, my long hair is tied up in a bun, and I wear a green bun to fix my hair to prevent it from being spread out due to too much movement. It is exactly what I wear for martial arts training.

After confirming that the location was safe, Wang Yan began to accept the identity assigned to him by his living father this time.

Wang Yan, eighteen years old, lives in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles west of Jingdongxi Road - Yunzhou - Yanggu County. He has been fond of practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is also slightly interested in reading. However, Wu has not joined the army. Wen is a scholar and failed in the previous government examination.

Both of my parents died of illness three years ago, leaving behind thousands of acres of land, the big house where I live, and the gentle cool breeze in Yanggu County blowing across my cheeks, the coolness seeping from the outside of the body and radiating from the heart.

Wang Yan's body tensed, he opened his eyes, and looked around with sharp eyes, observing where he was at this moment.

The sun in the sky is warm, it is the rising sun. In front of you is a tall green and black wall about 10 feet long, and below, there are several grass ball archery targets. Next to you is an ancient-style pavilion, under which stands a weapon rack, a horse, and a horse.

There are red cherry spears, half-moon halberds, zhangba spears, simple swords and a Mo Dao. In addition, there are several regular swords and gun shafts without spearheads. The weapons are cold and cold, and you can tell at a glance that they are good weapons.

Looking at the large open land of more than 100 square meters, it is not difficult to know that this place is a martial arts arena.

On the west side, there is a big house with flying eaves and green tiles. Through the double-open door, behind the darkness is another large area of ​​light. The place must be quite big. On the threshold, sitting on the threshold, a young man in Tsing Yi with a boy bun is sitting, holding on in boredom.

Hold your chin and look at the sky for a while and the ground for a while.

Looking at myself, I am wearing a short shorts outfit, black cloth shoes, my long hair is tied up in a bun, and I wear a green bun to fix my hair to prevent it from being spread out due to too much movement. It is exactly what I wear for martial arts training.

After confirming that the location was safe, Wang Yan began to accept the identity assigned to him by his living father this time.

Wang Yan, eighteen years old, lives in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles west of Jingdongxi Road - Yunzhou - Yanggu County. He has been fond of practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is also slightly interested in reading. However, Wu has not joined the army. Wen is a scholar and failed in the previous government examination.

Both of my parents died of illness three years ago, leaving behind thousands of acres of land, the big house where I live, and the gentle cool breeze in Yanggu County blowing across my cheeks, the coolness seeping from the outside of the body and radiating from the heart.

Wang Yan's body tensed, he opened his eyes, and looked around with sharp eyes, observing where he was at this moment.

The sun in the sky is warm, it is the rising sun. In front of you is a tall green and black wall about 10 feet long, and below, there are several grass ball archery targets. Next to you is an ancient-style pavilion, under which stands a weapon rack, a horse, and a horse.

There are red cherry spears, half-moon halberds, zhangba spears, simple swords and a Mo Dao. In addition, there are several regular swords and gun shafts without spearheads. The weapons are cold and cold, and you can tell at a glance that they are good weapons.

Looking at the large open land of more than 100 square meters, it is not difficult to know that this place is a martial arts arena.

On the west side, there is a big house with flying eaves and green tiles. Through the double-open door, behind the darkness is another large area of ​​light. The place must be quite big. On the threshold, sitting on the threshold, a young man in Tsing Yi with a boy bun is sitting, holding on in boredom.

Hold your chin and look at the sky for a while and the ground for a while.

Looking at myself, I am wearing a short shorts outfit, black cloth shoes, my long hair is tied up in a bun, and I wear a green bun to fix my hair to prevent it from being spread out due to too much movement. It is exactly what I wear for martial arts training.

After confirming that the location was safe, Wang Yan began to accept the identity assigned to him by his living father this time.

Wang Yan, eighteen years old, lives in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles west of Jingdongxi Road - Yunzhou - Yanggu County. He has been fond of practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is also slightly interested in reading. However, Wu has not joined the army. Wen is a scholar and failed in the previous government examination.

Both of my parents died of illness three years ago, leaving behind thousands of acres of land, the big house where I live, and the gentle cool breeze in Yanggu County blowing across my cheeks, the coolness seeping from the outside of the body and radiating from the heart.

Wang Yan's body tensed, he opened his eyes, and looked around with sharp eyes, observing where he was at this moment.

The sun in the sky is warm, it is the rising sun. In front of you is a tall green and black wall about 10 feet long, and below, there are several grass ball archery targets. Next to you is an ancient-style pavilion, under which stands a weapon rack, a horse, and a horse.

There are red cherry spears, half-moon halberds, zhangba spears, simple swords and a Mo Dao. In addition, there are several regular swords and gun shafts without spearheads. The weapons are cold and cold, and you can tell at a glance that they are good weapons.

Looking at the large open land of more than 100 square meters, it is not difficult to know that this place is a martial arts arena.

On the west side, there is a big house with flying eaves and green tiles. Through the double-open door, behind the darkness is another large area of ​​light. The place must be quite big. On the threshold, sitting on the threshold, a young man in Tsing Yi with a boy bun is sitting, holding on in boredom.

Hold your chin and look at the sky for a while and the ground for a while.

Looking at myself, I am wearing a short shorts outfit, black cloth shoes, my long hair is tied up in a bun, and I wear a green bun to fix my hair to prevent it from being spread out due to too much movement. It is exactly what I wear for martial arts training.

After confirming that the location was safe, Wang Yan began to accept the identity assigned to him by his living father this time.

Wang Yan, eighteen years old, lives in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles west of Jingdongxi Road - Yunzhou - Yanggu County. He has been fond of practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is also slightly interested in reading. However, Wu has not joined the army. Wen is a scholar and failed in the previous government examination.

Both of my parents died of illness three years ago, leaving behind thousands of acres of land, the big house where I live, and the gentle cool breeze in Yanggu County blowing across my cheeks, the coolness seeping from the outside of the body and radiating from the heart.

Wang Yan's body tensed, he opened his eyes, and looked around with sharp eyes, observing where he was at this moment.

The sun in the sky is warm, it is the rising sun. In front of you is a tall green and black wall about 10 feet long, and below, there are several grass ball archery targets. Next to you is an ancient-style pavilion, under which stands a weapon rack, a horse, and a horse.

There are red cherry spears, half-moon halberds, zhangba spears, simple swords and a Mo Dao. In addition, there are several regular swords and gun shafts without spearheads. The weapons are cold and cold, and you can tell at a glance that they are good weapons.

Looking at the large open land of more than 100 square meters, it is not difficult to know that this place is a martial arts arena.

On the west side, there is a big house with flying eaves and green tiles. Through the double-open door, behind the darkness is another large area of ​​light. The place must be quite big. On the threshold, sitting on the threshold, a young man in Tsing Yi with a boy bun is sitting, holding on in boredom.

Hold your chin and look at the sky for a while and the ground for a while.

Looking at myself, I am wearing a short shorts outfit, black cloth shoes, my long hair is tied up in a bun, and I wear a green bun to fix my hair to prevent it from being spread out due to too much movement. It is exactly what I wear for martial arts training.

After confirming that the location was safe, Wang Yan began to accept the identity assigned to him by his living father this time.

Wang Yan, eighteen years old, lives in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles west of Jingdongxi Road - Yunzhou - Yanggu County. He has been fond of practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is also slightly interested in reading. However, Wu has not joined the army. Wen is a scholar and failed in the previous government examination.

Both of my parents died of illness three years ago, leaving behind thousands of acres of land, the big house where I live, and the gentle cool breeze in Yanggu County blowing across my cheeks, the coolness seeping from the outside of the body and radiating from the heart.

Wang Yan's body tensed, he opened his eyes, and looked around with sharp eyes, observing where he was at this moment.

The sun in the sky is warm, it is the rising sun. In front of you is a tall green and black wall about 10 feet long, and below, there are several grass ball archery targets. Next to you is an ancient-style pavilion, under which stands a weapon rack, a horse, and a horse.

There are red cherry spears, half-moon halberds, zhangba spears, simple swords and a Mo Dao. In addition, there are several regular swords and gun shafts without spearheads. The weapons are cold and cold, and you can tell at a glance that they are good weapons.

Looking at the large open land of more than 100 square meters, it is not difficult to know that this place is a martial arts arena.

On the west side, there is a big house with flying eaves and green tiles. Through the double-open door, behind the darkness is another large area of ​​light. The place must be quite big. On the threshold, sitting on the threshold, a young man in Tsing Yi with a boy bun is sitting, holding on in boredom.

Hold your chin and look at the sky for a while and the ground for a while.

Looking at myself, I am wearing a short shorts outfit, black cloth shoes, my long hair is tied up in a bun, and I wear a green bun to fix my hair to prevent it from being spread out due to too much movement. It is exactly what I wear for martial arts training.

After confirming that the location was safe, Wang Yan began to accept the identity assigned to him by his living father this time.

Wang Yan, eighteen years old, lives in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles west of Jingdongxi Road - Yunzhou - Yanggu County. He has been fond of practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is also slightly interested in reading. However, Wu has not joined the army. Wen is a scholar and failed in the previous government examination.
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