"Ah Da!?" Yan Bing recognized this person at a glance and exclaimed.
Ah Da ignored Yan Bing, bent down and pointed at Zhao Er who was lying on the ground and yelled: "You are a piece of shit that can kill a thousand swords! You know what the heck! The person who deliberately tied the knot is the traitor of my Feixia Clan! Liu Yaoxin!
It was she! She poisoned my third junior brother to death! That’s why we lost that bet! I
Others don’t know the capabilities of the third junior brother! How can we not know it!? The three-legged cat-like opponent opposite me! Even if it’s me! I can win with one hand! Not to mention my third junior brother! Bet! Poison! Ambush!
From the very beginning, it was all planned by the damn Luomen Cult!!!"
Third Junior Brother!? Feixia Clan!?
Yan Bing covered his mouth and exclaimed: "Are you the second senior brother!!???"
"I am the senior brother!!!" Ada turned around and roared.
The people in the inn collectively muted their voices...
Ah Daqiao's chest rose and fell, and finally he took a long breath and calmed down.
He walked up to Yan Bing, pointed at her and said, "You! Follow me!"
"Where to go?" Yan Bing took a step back and asked.
"Stop talking nonsense! Are you coming or not?" Ah Da shouted impatiently.
"Come!" This time, Yan Bing agreed without hesitation.
"Little girl, you have talent, character, and courage!! Hahahaha!!! Okay! Senior brother likes you! Let's go!" As he spoke, Ah Da grabbed Yan Bing's back collar and pushed him behind him.
Carrying it on my back was like carrying a little chicken, and rushed into the night.
It wasn't until the person left that the shopkeeper said slowly: "Sir, there is a curfew..."
Yan Bing was quite speechless at this moment...
Although she has always dreamed of one day being able to fly over the walls...
But I didn’t expect that for the first time in my life, I would be carried over a wall by a strong man like a chicken...
Yan Bing's whole body was numb and he could only say a few words...
Ah...so high...
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In just one pack of cigarettes, Ah Da landed smoothly and arrived at the door of the bookstore.
He put Yan Bing on the ground smoothly, opened the door and said, "Go in, Master is waiting for us."
Master!? The one who calls Master, senior brother, is the seventeenth generation head of Feixia Sect, Wang Linfeng!!??
Yan Bing jumped in happily.
But I only saw the old man and the second son from before in the room.
Yan Bing was still looking around, but he didn't see anyone else!?
He turned to look at Senior Brother and asked, "Where is Master?"
"My little friend, the master he called is me," the old man replied.
Yan Bing froze, slowly turned his head, frowned, twisted his mouth, looked at the old man with disdain and said, "Are you lying!?"
"If he is a direct disciple, shouldn't his master be Wang Linfeng, the seventeenth generation head of Feixia Clan!?" Yan Bing pointed at the senior brother standing at the door and shouted.
"Haha, Wang Linfeng is exactly me..." the old man said calmly while stroking his beard.
Yan Bing's eyes widened and he looked at Ah Da...
Ada nodded towards her.
Look at the second child again...
The second child also nodded.
"But weren't you before? Didn't you even fly the brush three times before you succeeded!!? Is that your skill!? You are the leader of Feixia Sect!!??" Yan Bing questioned loudly.
The second child, who had been silent until now, spoke up and said: "The reason why the leader failed twice was because he was afraid that he could not master the strength well. Look, what is behind that poplar tree?"
Yan Bing walked to the door and squinted his eyes to take a closer look... Because it was already dark, he could only see its outline from the black shadow.
"Is it... a residential building?" Yan Bing asked.
"It's a civilian residence. With Master's skill, he used a writing brush to penetrate the poplar tree and the stone wall behind it. It's like an ordinary person stabbing tofu with a spear. If you don't pay attention, the residents behind the tree will follow suit.
It's unlucky, so it's better to fail a few times than to kill someone, right?" The second child said seriously.
"Haha, that sounds like the truth. I don't think the three of you are trying to trick me into getting money because you think I'm rich!?" Yan Bing is a science student. He can believe that a brush can pierce a poplar tree, but
, how is the stone wall behind possible!? It can be compared to a spear piercing tofu, which is so ridiculous.
Even though we know that there is air in this world, we can’t completely violate the mass density, right!?
Poplar trees are made of wood, and writing brushes are also made of wood. The densities of the two are close. As long as the speed is fast enough, breakdown is still possible.
However, the density of stone walls can far exceed that of wood. When the wooden structure touches the stone wall structure at an extremely fast speed, it may cause slight damage to the surface of the stone wall, but the disintegration of the wooden structure must occur before the stone wall structure is completely damaged.
p=m/v, this is the density formula learned in junior high school physics...
However, he could not explain clearly to these three illiterate people, so he could only show a very disdainful expression.
"Do you know that your expression deserves a beating!?" The senior brother couldn't stand it anymore and said with his arms crossed.
"Fengchen, don't scare me, little friend!" the old man stopped him.
Then he turned to Yan Bing and said, "My little friend, seeing is not as good as hearing. Why don't you go out of the city with me and I can demonstrate it to you personally?"
Yan Bing looked at the dark sky outside, swallowed, and said, "Why don't we wait until daybreak... I can't see in this pitch black... Of course it's not because I'm afraid.
Ghosts or something..., but what if there are wolves? Right?"
The old man smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Fengchen..."
Before Yan Bing could react, the senior brother grabbed the collar of Yan Bing's neck again.
Come again!?
brush……,
There was another round of spinning, and the senior brother directly carried Yan Bing to a mountain outside the city.
The difference is that this time the senior brother chose to throw Yan Bing directly to the ground.
Yan Bing had no time to react and sat down on the ground.
Yan Bing stood up, rubbed his hands, and glared at his senior brother with a resentful look, but looking at his arrogant appearance, he dared not speak out in anger.
Whoosh.
Following two reports of wind, the old man and the second child also landed.
There is also a long sword in the second hand, with a green hilt and a green tassel. The guard and pommel are made of white marble. It looks very pretty, more like a woman's sword.
"Little friend, do you think I need to kill something before you will believe me?" the old man asked with a smile.
Yan Bing was already angry with his senior brother, so he simply pointed at the mountain and said angrily: "Behead this mountain! I will believe you!"
Yan Bing originally deliberately made things difficult for the old man, wanting to see him in trouble and unable to get off the stage.
In the end, the old man just laughed and said: "Then let's cut this mountain to relieve my boredom!"
"What!?" Yan Bing thought he heard wrongly.
I saw the old man suddenly kicking the ground, flying dozens of feet, and shouted: "Qingxuan! Get up!"
Then I saw the green sword in the old man's hand. With a clatter, it unsheathed itself and went straight towards the old man!
The moment before it was about to stab the old man, the sword edge deflected, bypassed the old man, and rotated rapidly with the old man as the center.
Then look at the old man slowly raising his right hand, turning his palm into fingers, and holding it in front of his face. Then there was a strong wind, with the old man as the core emitting a bright emerald blue light, like the bright moon in the starry sky.
The Qingxuan Sword rotating around the old man became faster and faster, became brighter and brighter, and finally resembled a halo surrounding the old man.
Then I heard the old man shout: "Go!!!"
With his right hand, he pointed at the huge mountain in front of him. The Qingxuan Sword, which was spinning rapidly around the old man, instantly flew towards the mountain peak in front of him. The speed was as fast as a blue lightning! It was directed at the mountain peak, slashing across it from left to right!
After a few seconds, the huge blue halo tightened with the mountain as the center! Then, it fell silent...
Is this the end?
Haha, did you fail again?
Yan Bing just wanted to taunt him...
Suddenly there was a loud rumbling sound from the mountain in front of me. As time went by, the rumbling sound became louder and louder. Accompanied by the fleeing birds and the roaring of wolves as if they were fleeing, the huge mountain in front of me started from the third position.
The whole thing slid to the right... and finally the huge mountain rolled down the mountain randomly like a boulder.
The rumbles of the collapse of boulders came one after another! It was deafening!
It lasted for more than ten minutes...
The roaring stopped and the dust cleared...
The huge mountains in front of them were cut into "flat heads" by the old man's sword... The moon that was originally blocked behind the mountain peaks was revealed, and the entire valley was instantly illuminated by the moonlight... Under the moonlight, slowly,
The slowly falling old man is like a god descending to earth!
Yan Bing looked at the scene in front of him dully, and knelt on the ground with a groan... He held his head in his hands, with a painful look on his face, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "Archimedes' coffin can't be covered anymore."
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”
At this moment, Yan Bing's worldview... collapsed...
