One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

If this was Meng Guiwen from before, or Meng Guiwen who didn't know that he was the villain in a book.

Maybe you really believe it.

But she knows.

I am in a book myself.

There are two people in the book that neither can win.

That is the hero and heroine.

in this world.

This is absolutely.

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Xuan Yi watched as Meng Guiwen fell down again.

He chuckled lightly and said, "What brother said is not entirely correct, you can decide according to the actual situation."

"Brother, what would you do if you already knew that there was someone you couldn't defeat no matter what?" Meng Guiwen lay on the side of the bed, holding the streamer that fell from Xuanyi's hair crown and stirring it constantly.

"Me? If I knew that someone was something I couldn't defeat no matter what, then I wouldn't foolishly fight against them.

Since you can't win, then avoid its edge and avoid it. "Xuan Yi replied.

Although this kind of words are a bit useless.

But he knew that he would never be able to win.

Then he won't go up to it.

Listening to what his elder brother said, Meng Guiwen felt that his elder brother was still very sober.

"But with your personality, you definitely wouldn't do this kind of thing. You are competitive. When you were young, you always said that you want to be number one in the world. If there is someone you can't win, you will try every means to get over it." Bar."

Xuan Yi said again.

For this, Meng Guiwen has already done it.

Then she turned into a witch that everyone shouted and beat.

"So at this time, as long as you calm down and think carefully, you will always find a way.

I still said that.

In this world, nothing is absolute. "

-

Meng Guiwen watched Xuan Yi get up and leave, and collapsed on the bed.

Lin Yue didn't come in until it was completely dark outside.

It was the first time that Meng Guiwen didn't feel sleepy.

Lin Yue was also a little surprised when she saw that Meng Guiwen was still awake.

She walked to Meng Guiying's bed: "I thought you were asleep, but I didn't expect you to be awake, but what did the big brother say about you?"

Seeing Lin Yue sitting down, Meng Guiwen sat up from the bed.

Before Lin Yue could react, she reached out and hugged Lin Yue's waist.

She just nestled in Lin Yue's arms.

Lin Yue thought it was Meng Guiwen who was afraid of Dabi after two days, so she reached out and patted her on the back.

"Don't worry, Gui Ni. Although you are competing with other Golden Core cultivators, it doesn't matter if you lose. After all, you have only been promoted to Golden Core for half a year, so it is normal for you not to be able to compare with others."

Lin Yue participated in the foundation-building competition as a monk in the foundation-building period.

And Meng Guiyi is going to participate in the Jindan stage competition.

My senior brother is also at the Jindan period, so I can only secretly pray that my junior sister's number will not be on the same competition stage as my senior brother's number.

Hearing what Lin Yue said, Meng Guiwen said, "I'm not worried about this."

Although she wasn't sure if she could win to the end, at least she couldn't lose the first game.

Otherwise, it would humiliate her cultivation in the stage of transformation into a god.

Although she did lose to Hua Longyue and Gu Junchao.

But it was also defeated by them after being hunted down by thousands of disciples.

Big Brother is right.

Nothing is absolute.

If it was before, there would not be those thousands of disciples hunting her down for three months, consuming her strength.

Relying on Hua Longyue and Gu Junchao, she cannot be killed.

And she wasn't killed.

She killed herself.

Thinking of this, the depression in Meng Guiyi's heart eased a lot.

Sure enough, she, Meng Guiwen, could only lose to herself.

-

Early the next morning.

Meng Guiwen yawned and went downstairs.

Carrying a long sword, he walked into the yard.

Then he waved ten times weakly.

This is what she promised to the elder brother.

Swing the sword ten times every day.

Compared with the powerful swings of those sword cultivator disciples next to him, Meng Guiyi's soft movements.

It doesn't look like a sword repair at all.

Wait till you finish swinging the sword.

It was only then that Meng Guiwen saw the sword clearly in his hand.

Although she knows that she has eighteen swords.

But there are only seven handles who know the name.

At the beginning, it was Yulong and Chunshu, and later it was Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan and Wugou.

And for the past six months, she also used these swords to swing ten times a day.

Now looking at the somewhat transparent long sword in her hand that looked like water patterns, she fell into doubt.

what kind of sword is this...

At this time, Feng Qi and Broken Cloud Fan in Meng Guiyi's state of mind were speechless for a moment...

"Little girl has been contracting with you for almost a year, and I still don't know what your eighteen swords are called?" Feng Qi looked at the Broken Cloud Fan.

Although the tone was flat, Broken Cloud Fan could hear the sarcasm.

Broken Cloud Fan wanted to make an excuse.

But it doesn't know how to justify it.

This is its fault.

That can't be helped.

Meng Guiyi was called by his name casually every day when he practiced sword.

Remember which handle is called which handle.

And Ang Menggui's favorite is Tianji.

Tianji Sword is the most gorgeous sword among the eighteen swords.

Feng Qi glanced at the Broken Cloud Fan before speaking.

How can I say that the Broken Cloud Fan was made by himself, and the Eighteen Swords were also made by him.

Although it is not as good as the cold rain long song he made for the little beggar later.

But if there is a real fight, it is still that his eighteen swords are more powerful.

"Little girl, the sword in your hand is called Qingfeng, the sword energy is wind, and it wins with speed. It is the ancestor of the sword in your brother Ji Qing's hand."

When Feng Qi mentioned this, he felt a little complacent.

The names of his eighteen swords are also particular.

When Meng Guiwen heard Feng Qi's words, he looked at Qingfeng in his hand, and then summoned the Broken Cloud Fan.

She opened the Cloud Broken Fan.

There are also seventeen mini long swords on it.

But for all the long swords that she used to know the name, the name was engraved on the root of the blade with her own spiritual power.

In addition to the Qingfeng in her hand, now there are eight swords with names.

"The two swords on the far side are named Sun and Moon. These two swords must be used together to be effective." Feng Qi felt that he had to teach Meng Guiyi a good lesson.

With absolute talent, absolute comprehension and control.

Also got his Cloud Broken Fan.

She can't be left in such a mess anymore.

In this competition, let Meng Guiwen's name spread throughout the entire Zhenfeng Continent.

-

Listening to Feng Qi's explanation, Meng Guiwen also knew the names of her eighteen swords.

In addition to the above ten swords, there are Zhanxian, Caiyun, Piaoxue, Xinghuo and Ying.

Of course, there are also Yuheng Kaiyang and Yaoguang among the seven stars.

When Meng Guiyi heard about Yuheng, he stared at the sword for a long time.

This name seems to overlap with someone.

"Yuheng was my natal sword before I forged the Broken Cloud Fan, and he took the name." Feng Qi explained lazily when Meng Guiwen was staring at the Yuheng sword.

This him, of course Meng Guiwen knew who it was.

But there are still some surprises.

Although I know that the two were friends before.

Didn't expect it to be so good.

He actually used his own name to name the opponent's natal sword.

Thinking of this, Meng Guiwen suddenly thought of the bamboo flute on Hua Longyue's body.

That bamboo flute seems to be called Fengqi.

"So what's the relationship between the two of you?" Meng Guiwen stared at the Yuheng in his hand and couldn't help asking.

"It doesn't matter." Feng Qi turned over and refused to answer.