Douluo's opening send-off system

"Don't be so nervous. Let's get to know each other first. Maybe we can work together one day."

With ten lines at a glance, he wrote down a page of text at a glance, turned the page, and said nonchalantly.

"I'm thinking about the friendship between this boy and my daughter. I haven't caused any obstacles to Xu Zizi all these years. Even a quarter of an hour ago, I was planning this boy. Do you think I will join him?" Huang Sanjia said softly. Stroking his beard shows the demeanor of a great Confucian sage.

Xu Fengnian took out Xiudong, but was swept away by Han Wuyi's sleeve, and sheathed the sword. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out, and the same could be said for Baiqi Fengziying.

Shu Sha, Yang Qingfeng, and Lu Qiantang wished they were deaf and did not hear the disrespectful remarks just made.

Wang Xianzhi didn't say anything. It was obvious that he meant the same thing. If he hadn't been worried that his half-adopted son would be hacked to death by this ignorant boy or devoured by that beast, he would not have left Emperor Wu City at all, let alone work for this beloved disciple in the future. .

During these few conversations, Han Wuyi had already flipped through the entire book of swordsmanship, put it back in Shu Sha's hands, turned around and said, "Don't be too harsh."

Huang Sanjia narrowed his eyes: "Do you want to read my book?"

"I said, I only watch the chess, not make any moves. When the time is up, what should come will naturally come. Now you can go." Han Wuyi waved his hand, and the three formations instantly defeated Huang Sanjia, Jia Jiajia and Da The cat engulfed Wang Xianzhi. He reacted quickly and escaped in an instant, but then plunged into another formation. His eyes suddenly darkened, and then regained his light. He had appeared at the top of Emperor Wu's city. Looking at Emperor Wu's city being repaired, Wang Xianzhi frowned. He raised his eyebrows.

But Huang Sanjia, who appeared at Lao Jia's Noodle House, had pulled off a handful of his beard and looked calm.

"This is not a method that a great immortal should have..."

After waving away a few uninvited guests, Han Wuyi asked Jiang Ni, who was shrinking behind Qiongqi, "Why don't you practice?"

Hearing Han Wuyi's inquiry, Jiang Ni hid even tighter, but unexpectedly, Qiongqi moved away, completely exposing her.

Jiang Ni raised his head and looked at Qiongqi who was hiding aside and looking up at the sky with a look of disbelief.

"Why don't you practice Qinglian Sword Song?"

Han Wuyi asked again, awakening Jiang Ni, and hurriedly took out a secret book from his chest, handed it to Han Wuyi and pursed his lips:

"Senior, it's enough for me to have the Five Thunder Heavenly Hearts. You'd better give it to the right person when you meet him. After all, this is the legacy of senior."

Han Wuyi didn't answer, and said quietly: "Are you resentful that I don't accept you as my disciple?"

"I, I..." Hearing this question-like words, Jiang Ni was so anxious that he couldn't speak incoherently, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

Qiongqi couldn't stand it anymore, so he kicked her on the crook of the leg, causing Jiang Ni to kneel in front of Han Wuyi, and slapped her on the head again, so hard that she hit the bottom of the car with a bang.

Holding his forehead and straightening up, tears fell down his cheeks, and he looked at Qiongqi pitifully. Don't they have a very good relationship? Why hit her?

Jiang Ni felt extremely wronged. Qiongqi covered his face and squatted down. The terrain reminded him: "Call Master!"

"what?"

"Disciple, there is no need to be polite."

He lifted up the stupid Jiang Ni, took off her hand that was covering her forehead, and put his hand on her forehead. Jiang Ni felt that it was always refreshing and cool, and her forehead no longer hurt. She said blankly: "Senior..."

Han Wuyi handed a wooden sword into her hand and said with a slight smile, "It's time to change my words."

"Yu! What do you mean! I called you before, but you didn't teach me, and now you are trying to steal my disciple from me. Do you think I am too old to lift a sword?"

Li Chungang was unhappy. He held the magic talisman and Qing Gang hesitated, as if Han Wuyi was going to give him a sign if he didn't give him a reasonable explanation.

"My mind is as clear as snow. How could I not want such a rare talent? It's because you have a poor understanding."

Han Wuyi turned a dagger in his hand and said with a smile: "If you want, you can teach her skills, I don't mind."

Looking at the magic talisman that suddenly appeared in Han Wuyi's hand, and then at the empty palm, Li Chungang turned around and sat down, sulking.

Qiongqi's eyes were bright, and she seemed to have found a new use for Tai.

When Han Wuyi took out the wooden sword he had whittled on the road, Xu Fengnian ran to his carriage to see if the green plum was still there.

On the way, he experimented without believing in evil. With the sword intent sealed in Qingmei, he could cut through a stream of more than ten feet with one sword. Such a life-saving thing cannot be lost.