"Jin Xiuming, what nonsense are you talking about!" Lin Fu's pretty face turned pale with the fragrance, and she made a circle with her long sword, emitting an incomparably bright light, and swept towards Jin Xiuming.
Jin Xiuming suddenly showed an extremely shocked expression. He had fought against Lin Fuxiang before, and he had a good understanding of her waterfall sword technique. However, as Lin Fuxiang's sword light spread out, the power was actually so great.
Far exceeded his expectations!
He screamed strangely and backed away repeatedly, not daring to provoke Lin Fuxiang.
I haven’t seen her for more than a month, but she seems like a different person and has become so powerful!
Seeing Jin Mingxiu's continuous retreat, his three followers shouted loudly and all attacked Lin Fuxiang to relieve the pressure on Jin Mingxiu.
After being blocked by these three people, Jin Xiuming breathed a sigh of relief and his face became very ugly.
Before this, his strength had always been on par with Lin Fuxiang, but now he was actually killed and had to run away in embarrassment. How could he feel so embarrassed?
He shouted angrily, joined the battle group, and fought against Lin Fuxiang with three others.
Lin Fuxiang had no fear, and she used her long sword to stab and slash with great skill. Although she was one against four, Zhou Heng's repaired waterfall sword technique was so magical that she not only did not fall at a disadvantage, but even gained a slight advantage.
Advantage!
Her heart was full of surprises, and she admired Zhou Heng again.
"Bitch, why don't you ask your mistress to come with you?" Jin Xiuming saw that he couldn't defeat Lin Fuxiang with his skills, but he started to find another battlefield and started spitting shit.
Lin Fuxiang had never had such dirty water thrown at her. She couldn't help but feel angry and angry. She danced the long sword in her hand more quickly and sharply.
"Haha, the little bitch is still protecting the adulterer, knowing that the little bastard has no abilities!" Jin Xiuming retreated in embarrassment. He had such a bad mouth that he withstood most of Lin Fuxiang's attacks.
"Bitch, this pretty boy is not as strong as I am, but he is not as strong as I am. How did you fall in love with him? Is it too good to be fucked by him?"
"Fuck, if I had known you were such a slut, why would I have bothered to pursue you? I'll just let you taste the power of my crotch!"
Lin Fu's whole body trembled with the fragrance. She knew that Jin Xiuming was a dandy with a sensual and voluptuous manner. She could barely maintain the image of a handsome young man in front of her, but she didn't expect that this man was so vulgar and low-spirited on the inside!
She showed great power, and her improved waterfall sword technique became more and more proficient and rounded, filling the sky with her sharp sword light.
"Master Jin, we can't stand it anymore!"
"Let's withdraw!"
Jin Xiuming's three followers all shouted loudly. Although they were under little pressure, if something happened to Jin Xiuming, they would have to shed their skin even if they died!
"Ah -" Jin Xiuming let out a scream and was hit by a sword on his left arm. Blood splashed out and the pain made him shed tears. "Go! Go quickly!"
After he feinted with his sword, he turned around and ran away. The three followers quickly provided cover for him, and the four of them quickly retreated.
"Hmph!" Lin Fu came back with a strong scent. Although she had the upper hand, she was so angry at Jin Xiuming's words that her chest was still rising and falling, making seductive waves.
"Senior--" She walked to Zhou Heng and stopped, with a trace of doubt in her eyes.
Jin Xiuming and others had previously demoted Zhou Heng to the point of being worthless. Although those people were like dogs and could not produce ivory from their mouths, they had no reason to deliberately fabricate a story. So what was the point?
She was not stupid to begin with, but it suddenly occurred to her that Zhou Heng had never really fought against her from beginning to end. All he had shown was his talent in martial arts, but he had never shown his true state!
Lin Fuxiang couldn't help but stare at Zhou Heng with her beautiful eyes, and finally stopped on his lips, as if there was a flower growing there, staring intently.
——Zhou Heng has thin fuzz on his lips. This is because he has not grown into a real man, and his beard is not much different from fuzz.
But even if her father shaved, he would still leave a piece of hard residue behind. That was completely different!
A super strong man can keep his youth forever, but can he restore his body to his youth?
"How old are you?" Lin Fuxiang had a vague feeling that she had been deceived!
"Seventeen!" Zhou Heng had no intention of lying to her from the beginning. It was Lin Fuxiang who insisted on calling him senior, so what could he do? So he answered confidently and added: "It will be after the New Year."
Eighteen!"
Lin Fuxiang almost fainted!
She actually called a young man who was two years younger than her a senior for a long time! And she even acted coquettishly at him. Thinking about it now, she felt that her face was so hot that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to kill her.
Bury it in!
What a shame!
It's so abominable! It's so irritating! This kid clearly knew that he had made a huge misunderstanding, but he didn't point it out. He just let himself continue to misunderstand. Isn't he happy to watch himself make a fool of himself?
She stared at Zhou Heng closely with clear black and white eyes, but full of bitterness and hatred, and gritted her teeth.
"You bastard!" Her pretty face turned red with embarrassment, indescribably bright and attractive.
Zhou Heng spread his hands and said: "I already told you that I am not a senior, you insisted on calling me!"
Lin Fuxiang thought for a moment, and it was indeed the case, but who could have thought that a young man could completely break her waterfall sword technique? Who could have thought that a young man could make her unable to parry or dodge with just one swing of his sword?
After Zhou Heng helped her improve the waterfall sword technique, she naturally became more convinced of Zhou Heng's identity as a senior. Who would have thought, who would have thought...
I really want to die!
Lin Fuxiang's pretty face was on fire. She stared at Zhou Heng fiercely, put her hands on her waist, and said: "Little villain, you made my sister so ugly, how are you going to compensate me?"
What, suddenly promoted from junior to elder sister, and he also fell from senior to the level of little villain?
Zhou Heng looked at this stunningly beautiful girl with a smile. When he became angry, did he use this method to cover up his embarrassment? He scratched his head and said, "What do you want?"
Lin Fuxiang held her cheeks and thought for a while. In fact, strictly speaking, she had taken a huge advantage. After the completion of the repair, the waterfall sword technique can be said to be priceless, and it will become the most powerful martial arts in Jiuling Sect.
!
But he has made such a big mistake, can he spare this hateful guy so easily?
The most important thing is that this bastard has no consciousness at all, and it makes her angry just looking at him!
"I want to get a New Year gift for daddy, so I came to the mountains to try my luck!" She thought about it and clapped her hands, "Let's do this, you can help me get a gift that satisfies me, and I will forget about it!"
This bastard is very powerful. If he joins forces with me, he can kill the monsters in the bone refining realm!
Zhou Heng couldn't help but laugh and said: "The words I prepared for you have not lost their original meaning!"
"What matters is the intention!" Lin Fuxiang rolled her eyes at him, feeling more and more that this guy was disgusting, and the sight of him made her furious.
"Since the most important thing is your heart, it doesn't matter what gift you give!" Zhou Heng followed her words.
"You-" Lin Fuxiang was about to explode with anger, how could there be such a hateful guy!
"Okay, let's go find a gift!" Zhou Heng nodded. He suddenly thought that his father would return during the Chinese New Year, and he also wanted to give Zhou Dinghai a gift.
Lin Fuxiang glanced at him and thought to herself, this little villain, why did the little villain suddenly change his mind?
Could it be that you are trying to please yourself?
Humph, she is not that easy to deal with!
The two started walking forward, searching all over the mountains and fields.
The Pingtian Mountains is a huge treasure house, with precious spiritual herbs and fruits, rare metal minerals, and monsters! Some monsters can only be eaten as food, but some monsters are a complete tonic.
The efficacy is not inferior to that of spiritual grass!
That's what he said, but if two people want to find any spiritual herbs, minerals, or monsters in the deep mountains, it will take a lot of luck!
In addition, the mountain was blocked by heavy snow at this time, which made it even more difficult.
The two of them walked all day but found nothing. When night fell, they found a clean cave to hide in and lit a fire to drive away the severe cold. Lin Fuxiang was still ashamed and annoyed, but she did not talk to him at all.
The meaning of Zhou Heng’s words.
Zhou Heng was even more happy with the peace and quiet. He leaned against the cave wall, closed his eyes, and began to study the second Lingtian style.
From being unable to move an inch at the beginning, to slowly mastering the form, and now comprehending a hint of meaning, Zhou Heng has a feeling that the deeper the mastery, the less consumption it takes to use Lingtian's Nine Styles, but the power is the opposite.
The bigger!
The Nine Lingtian Styles are as if they were created naturally by heaven and earth. If you only know the shape, you need to use your own true energy to forcefully promote the sword technique. But if you master the intention, you can resonate with the heaven and earth. When the sword moves, the heaven and earth respond.
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Zhou Heng has a fanatical pursuit of martial arts, and there is a high mountain ahead of him waiting for him to conquer. He is naturally full of excitement, and he has no time to care about an awkward young lady.
Seeing Zhou Heng closing his eyes and concentrating, Lin Fuxiang couldn't help but feel angry again.
Do you look ugly? This bastard didn't even look at her, but closed his eyes! You know how many young heroes from the Jiuling Sect are surrounding her, and even saying a word to her will make her excited
Incomparably, now Miss Lin is sitting next to her, but this bastard is pretending to close her eyes?
hateful!
The corner of Lin Fuxiang's mouth twitched slightly, imagining Zhou Heng kneeling at her feet, crying and begging for mercy. She couldn't help but laugh out loud when she thought of the proud moment.
As soon as she laughed, she knew something was wrong, and sure enough, she saw Zhou Heng glance at her with a strange look!
Despised! Actually despised!
She was so embarrassed and angry that she almost hit her head on a stone.
She turned her back and didn't look at Zhou Heng. She stared at a slightly protruding stone on the mountain wall with her wonderful eyes, as if she thought it was Zhou Heng. While gnashing her teeth bitterly, she drew circles and curses on the ground with her delicate hands, without knowing it.
Suddenly my eyelids became heavy and I fell into sleep.
"This hateful guy! This lady will definitely, definitely, definitely deal with you!"