The male ticket is the lighthouse jellyfish [Live]

Du Feng intentionally used the old man's name to scare the person surnamed Qian. Of course, he also had another purpose. If a master like the old man read his name, he would feel it and find him.

If you don't believe it, He Shui really doesn't care about him.

In fact he guessed right.

Far away in the depths of the North Sea, in a place invisible to outsiders, a dragon palace appeared out of thin air. There was a grand banquet in the palace, and the master was entertaining distinguished guests. Unfortunately, the distinguished guest was absent-minded and fiddled with the wine for a while.

"Fellow Daoist He, what's on your mind?" The master finally couldn't stand it anymore, and asked for everyone present.

"No." He Shui shook his head, not telling the truth.

"Speaking of which, what is the purpose of fellow Daoist He coming here this time?" The owner, Dragon Robe Dragon Horn, is the Lord of the North Sea Dragon Palace, that is, Du Feng's grandfather.

"It's nothing." He Shui said slowly, "I'm just going back to my mother-in-law's house."

puff!

The Dragon King almost spit out his drink, "Why do fellow Taoists say that?"

"Dragon King still doesn't understand?" The grandfather said simply and directly, "I'm here to propose marriage."

The Dragon King was taken aback, but he reacted quickly, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking, "Which granddaughter of mine does Fellow Daoist take a fancy to?"

He looked down, the banquet was very big, and basically all his grandchildren were present, which showed that he attached great importance to He Shui. If he really liked a certain granddaughter, it would be his granddaughter's blessing.

After all, He Shui's cultivation level, even he can't see through it, can be called a senior, and his face remains young and handsome, the little girl likes it the most, and this banquet was originally planned in this way, so the granddaughters compare one by one Dressed up nicely, with a sweet mouth, He Shui felt relieved and rewarded a lot of good things.

Usually, the old man picks something like that, breaking a dollar into two flowers, but now he gives away good things without blinking an eye.

"No." He Shui shook his head, "I've taken a fancy to your grandson."

wow——

In an instant, there was a mess underneath, and the grandsons of the Dragon King, as long as they hadn't married wives, felt a sense of crisis at the same time.

The eldest grandson of the Dragon King stood up, "Father, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do."

The second grandson of the Dragon King also stood up quickly, "Father, the embassy has something to do with me, so I will go too."

The third grandson of the Dragon King stood up, "I'll go and help my second brother."

The rest of the dragon grandchildren also swarmed away, like a sheep seeing a tiger and running faster than a rabbit. In Nuoda's banquet, only the old man who had married his wife and was still worried, and the dragon girls with heavy makeup were left .

The Dragon King was furious, "This group of unworthy descendants, even if Fellow Daoist He really wants to marry you, it is your blessing." He looked at He Shui, and said with some hesitation, "Friend Daoist He, look..."

"It doesn't matter." He Shui drank the water calmly, "It's not them that I'm looking at, it's your youngest son Du Feng."

"Huh?" Dragon King frowned, obviously he had forgotten when he had a son named Du Feng?

He Shui took the initiative to remind him, "Du Feng's father is Du Lang."

"Du Lang?" The Dragon King frowned even tighter. He has a son named Long Lang. When did he change his surname to Du?

The Dragon King was about to explain, when He Shui raised his hand suddenly, "Let's continue talking while I deal with a small matter."

He shook the wine glass, and the picture inside changed, like a drop of water falling into it, causing countless waves.

He Shui sat firmly at the banquet, but his eyes seemed to have passed through countless obstacles and time and space, and accurately reached the top of Du Feng's head, but he covered his breath and hid in the clouds, Du Feng didn't know it.

He didn't know, but Qian, who attacked him, knew that he was rich in experience and ruthless in his attacks, which was not something a rookie like Du Feng could compare to.

Although Du Feng also has an advantage, the two of them are of the same rank, but he has a profound background, a long breath, and he has a first-class foundation-building Dao root, which is far from being comparable to Qian.

But he seldom fights with others, and even if he fights, he stops at the exchange of ideas. Most of the fights are bruised and swollen, and his subordinates are well-measured, but the one surnamed Qian is different.

Du Feng also has a chance. After all, everything he holds in his hand and on his body is a treasure, but every time he reaches the last moment, he will stop and can't do it.

Although I have seen Hu Xing kill people and helped her, but I have already thought about it countless times in my heart and read countless related books, so I have already prepared for it.

This is the first time for Du Feng, and he has also thought about overwhelming the enemy, but it is definitely not a fatal move.

It's a bit scary to let him kill.

Imagine a living person dying at his hands, blood spurting, blood red eyes staring at him...

Du Feng shook his head, drove away the redundant thoughts in his mind, stood in emptiness, and picked up one after another magic arts.

The Xiaoyao Umbrella floated in the air, and the wooden sword cut through countless clouds, looking for traces hiding in it.

The person surnamed Qian didn't confront him head-on, and basically wandered around in an illusory manner, appearing in this place for a while, appearing in that place for a while, and disappeared suddenly after a sneak attack with a sword, and then sneaked up again.

When Du Feng made a formula, Xiaoyao Umbrella's defense would be several percent weaker, because Qi Ling ran away, and he had to drive it by himself, and couldn't let it lock the enemy by itself like a wooden sword.

As soon as the enemy showed his breath, he would immediately turn around and chop off. Because of him, Du Feng was not seriously injured.

His defense will be weakened by the tactic, and the opponent has already seen through it, forcing him to make a tactic, and then sneak attack.

"Fatty man, come out and beat him upright!" Du Feng yelled, of course the purpose was to force that bastard to come out, and he couldn't hold back the sneak attack.

The fat man didn't care, he just saw the opportunity and came again, sneaking up on Du Fengbai back and forth, and some of them hit him, bleeding out.

Although it was a minor injury, it looked quite miserable. The clothes were all torn, and some of the wounds were deeper and the bones would be exposed.

Du Feng didn't care, he put his hips on his hips and continued to scold, the sun, the grass, the scolding is so ugly, even a saint can't stand it, let alone a proud monk.

Suddenly there was a bit of coolness in the clouds behind him, Du Feng suddenly turned his head, and slapped a black shadow with his palm.

The wooden sword followed, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, Du Feng stepped on his own footsteps and oiled his feet, and ran very fast. The fat man himself was not as flexible as him, nor was his cultivation level high. He has experience in defending against enemies, and his hands are not ruthless. Every time the sword reaches a critical moment, it will turn into a twist, and he dare not kill at all.

The fat man just tried to resist for a while, but he couldn't hold back and gave up altogether, and rushed straight to Du Feng, because he knew that Du Feng's sword would definitely give up when he was away from his deadly point. rushed towards Du Feng.

But this time he miscalculated, he rushed twice and suddenly froze, there was a huge pain in his chest, and blood gushed out, splashing several meters high.

"You..." He seemed a little unbelievable, his eyes widened, "How dare you..."

"Did you dare to kill you?" Du Feng automatically mentioned him and replied, "Thank you too."

It was he who made Du Feng understand how cruel this world is. The more you back down, the more you become his boss. You can't kill him, but he can kill you.

"I just wanted to knock you out, but you tried to kill me." Several times I almost hiccupped, and several times I almost lost an arm and broke a leg, and my body was also painted, which was very painful.

"I'm afraid of pain, I'm also afraid of death, and I'm even more afraid of losing arms and legs..." Du Feng looked sad, "So I can only make you hurt, let you die, and make you lose arms and legs."

As he spoke, he became sad, "I'm just an ordinary person when I step on a horse, and my hands will shake when I kill a chicken. If you step on a horse and force me to kill, I deserve to die."

"If I don't kill you, I will die."

"I was also forced to be helpless."

"I don't want to either."

It was precisely because he didn't want to, that's why he had to rely on Fatty's hand to make him think so.

Every stab on his body reminded him that this world is actually very dangerous, especially among monks, because they have the ability, so they are arrogant, and because there are too few cultivation resources, they can only rely on robbing.

Du Feng has his grandfather as his backing, and he has practiced for such a long time, with more than a dozen avatars, and it took him five years to build a foundation. Too little is related, and it is basically impossible to practice every day outside because there is no spiritual energy.

In order to practice, we can only rely on spirit stones, and spirit energy is expensive. Ordinary foundation-building monks only have a few top-grade spirit stones for a month when they help others, and they don’t even have the amount of Du Feng’s daily use, so they will take the risk to fight for it. Grab a fairy machine.

Du Feng knew that he fell behind and couldn't keep up with that mentality, and he would definitely suffer in the future, so he simply pushed himself.

If you kill me, I will kill you. If you can do it, I will do it too.

The person surnamed Qian is the best whetstone. Others sharpen their swords, but he sharpens his psychology, transforming from an ordinary person into a monk.

If you don't do this, how can you compete with others?How do you look at the world from the same angle as your grandfather?

As soon as he thought about it, he became ruthless and did something that he had never dared to think about before.

"Stop crying, look around to see if there is anything good on that guy?" Mu Jian picked up the corpse surnamed Qian, so as not to let him fall.

"Huh?" Du Feng was taken aback, "Is there anything else good?"

"Nonsense, since he dared to snatch yours, it means that he also snatched other people's. He must have a lot of good things on him." Mu Jian explained to him simply and clearly as a person who had experienced it.

"Yes." This guy must have robbed many people.

Du Feng forgot his sadness in an instant, happily went to look through Qian's storage bag.

Most people carry a storage bag, like a wallet, to hold money. This kind of storage bag is cheaper than storing rings, storing belts, and storing necklaces.

His hands and feet were nimble, as if he had done it countless times, with tears still hanging on his face, and then he smiled brilliantly, like two extremes, sad and happy at the same time, forming a stark contrast.

"There are really good things."

The wooden sword became bigger, about the width of a bed. Qian was thrown aside by him, and he sat on the wooden sword, opened the storage bag and poured it on the wooden sword.

There are a lot of things in the storage ring, including clothes and shoes, and more spirit stones and elixir.

"Fuck, this guy has more money than me!"

All kinds of pills and spirit stones piled up in a pile, which startled Du Feng, but after a closer look, he found that they were not as high as his rank, and one hundred of them was worth one or two.

"It's okay, it's okay." Du Feng's injured heart healed instantly when he saw so many things, and he couldn't see his eyes when he smiled.

"No wonder everyone likes to rob. It turns out that the money can be obtained so quickly." He thought about it carefully, "It seems that robbing is not difficult, why don't I go too?"

So there was a robbery thief on the way. The thief was also smart. He first pretended to be a fat sheep to seduce others, and when he was hooked, he immediately turned his face and denied him.

Then he left a note, "He Shui robbed him."