"I'm afraid Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are extremely cold, Lord Xiong, can you feel the pain of heights now?"

When Xiongba heard this, his face was sad and he was confused.

however.

at this time.

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded from outside the courtyard.

Followed by.

I saw a young man in a white robe and carrying a long sword, laughing and walking from outside the courtyard.

This man is dressed in white clothes better than snow, and his demeanor is peerless.

As he walked, he smiled and said, "Wu Ming, you don't want to play it, or the leader of the Xiong clan will be tortured to death by your piano before he is killed by the traitor."

Seeing the person coming, Xiong Ba's eyes lit up.

because.

It was none other than his cheap son-in-law, Lin Fan.

Unfortunately.

Lin Fan didn't feel cold about his scorching gaze.

"Old Xiong, although I promised You Ruo to protect you, I will not take back the Tianxia Hui for you."

Hearing this, Xiong Ba was so depressed that he just wanted to vomit blood.

However, now, it is the best ending for him to save his life.

Wuming had no choice but to put away his erhu, looked at Lin Fan and said, "Forget it, I originally wanted to help Lord Xiong, but with Lin Shaoxia here, there is no need for me to take action."

Hearing Wuming's words, Lin Fan smiled in his heart.

That's right, I let you pretend, and I still pretend to be wool?

If you want to say who in Fengyun is the best at pretending to be aggressive, it is definitely Wuming.

Playing the erhu with full blood, the residual blood is everywhere!

The boss is full of blood and never fights, I will collect the residual blood of the boss!

Fengyun is the first to force the king, how can he wait for nothing!

The voices of the two just fell.

Outside the courtyard, there was another commotion.

The killer of the Twelve Demons of Tianchi has already chased him so far.

"Old man Xiongba, come out and die!"

Hearing the Tianchi killer's shout outside, Xiong Ba sighed helplessly, tears flashed in his eyes, and he sighed slowly: "Forget it, I know what to do."

talking.

He walked out of the room alone, came to the small courtyard, and crippled his martial arts in front of the Tianchi killer.

however.

The Tianchi Killer is relentless, and still wants to kill Xiongba.

At this time.

Lin Fan's face turned cold, and the Blood Demon Sword was unsheathed in an instant behind him.

bass!

A clear sword cry resounded in the small courtyard.

Then, it was Lin Fan's voice that came from the room.

"Old Xiong has withdrawn from the arena. From now on, he will no longer be involved in disputes between the arena. If anyone wants to trouble him, just come to me, Lin Fan."

Hearing this, the Tianchi killers changed their colors one after another.

If you want to say who is the most famous in the current arena?

Nothing is better than Lin Fan, the son of Xiaoyao.

His martial arts are almost supernatural, and he has the world's best sword in his hands. What's even more frightening is that he also has a fire unicorn that is not weaker than the top masters in the rivers and lakes!

You must know that such peerless figures as Nie Renkuang and Duan Shuai are all cannon fodder in front of Huo Qilin!

What's more, their Tianchi Twelve Killers?

During this period of time, some good people even named Lin Fan the number one master in martial arts.

When Lin Fan opened his mouth like this, the Tianchi killer sighed, even if he felt unwilling, he had no choice but to retreat.

half a month later.

In Lingyin City in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a nursery rhyme circulating all the time.

"Lingyin Temple outside Lingyin City, Lingyin Immortal in Lingyin Temple. The Lingyin Immortal planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money."

I don't know if there are any immortals in Lingyin Temple.

But recently, a gray-haired old man came to the mountain behind Lingyin Temple.

In the back mountain, among the lush bamboo forests, a thatched cottage looms.

At the same time, you can also hear the sad and desolate sound of the erhu.

"Your song is too sad, please change it to Gaoshan Liushui."

Lin Fan walked in from outside the bamboo forest.

His eyes fell on the front of the thatched hut, the martial arts myth Wuming who was pulling the erhu.

Although Lin Fan proposed several times to compete with Wuming, Wuming refused all the time.

Moreover, after getting to know each other during this period of time, Wuming also discovered that Lin Fan was more sophisticated than anyone he had ever met before, making it difficult for people to see through.

While the two were talking, they walked out of the hut slowly.

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