The Dangerous Cultivator

With a sound of Cangjie, the snake-shaped sword belonged to the scabbard, and Du San was erect. With a humble smile on his childish face, he fisted at the Jinyi boy opposite him. Only then did I barely support this for a long time. At this point, Dumou couldn't sustain it, and he had to give up. "

Chen Ergong's pale face was finally a little bloody, and he smiled a little, holding on to him, "You know."

Secretly, but I don't know how many people praise Du Santong's humanity, the future may not be limited.

The two were fighting, and someone was immediately on the court. This time, it was the palm of the gamble. Every time the palm of the palm was stimulated, it would make the river boil, even more spectacular.

"How is the weather here comparable to your poems?"

Jiang Yingyue, leaning on the railing of the painting, looked at Jia Junpeng, who was full of eyes, with a smile on his face and asked, still in a red dress, like a fire.

Jia Junpeng rubbed his forehead. "Dangerous, too dangerous. If this is done accidentally, the stomach will be rotten immediately. Soldiers are indeed ominous. Sages must not use them."

"you!"

Jiang Yingyue stomped and hummed away.

This time, the boys from the martial arts circle in Guang'an Prefecture gathered together to paint a picture. They toured the Longjiang River at night, and Jia Junpeng was pulled by Jiang Yingyue.

Looking at Jiang Yingyue's distant figure, Jia Junpeng couldn't help but spit out his breath in the face of the river. The girl's mind, how could he not know, it is only a martial art and a different path.

A warrior can practice with extraordinary strength and long life.

Both of them are young now, but decades later, Jiang Yingyue is still as old as ever, and I am afraid he will shake and his teeth will fall.

How many young scholars do not admire military personnel? Who does not have the imagination of Cong Rong, the **** battlefield battlefield, but his family situation is such that he can only abandon Wen Xiwu.

With the kindness of the girl, he could only abandon it like the water in front of him.

"Ah, who is this, why don't I know who I am, and tell me about it?"

Jia Junpeng was obsessively watching the fierce palm competition of two young boys not far away. Suddenly, there was a discordant voice behind him.

He turned his head and the two swordbrows broke immediately. "Zhu San, how long have you left Furong Town before you became blind."

The juvenile was sharp, and a sentence made the opposite Ziyi boy violently thunder, and the people behind him could not help laughing.

Zhu Sanpeng was angry and pointed at Jia Junpeng. "Okay, it's very good. You still have the same sharp teeth. I want to see if you've practiced the mouth over the years. Is your tooth hard or Lao Tzu?" Slap hard. "With that said, the big hand drew in front of Jia Junpeng's face.

Seeing the palm of his hand settled, a dark shadow rolled up like a poisonous dragon, and Zhu San's palm was hurriedly withdrawn. The poisonous dragon immediately returned, but it was a long whip.

"Zhu San, you really live the more and the less prosperous, you have shot at a scholar who has nothing to do with chickens, and you are not afraid to laugh at it."

But Jiang Yingyue hurried back in time.

Zhu San's face was red, suddenly, and he increased his voice. "But I don't know who is to be laughed at. You Jiang Yingyue's three-generation warrior family, there have been strong condensates in the clan. You are thinking about this ordinary person Spread it out, do you still have a face in the Jiang family? "

Zhu San knows that Jiang Yingyue's high martial arts are the object of many youngsters' secret admiration here. When he stirs up the water like this, he will definitely have a storm.

Sure enough, he just started Jinger on this side and immediately shocked everyone, and even the fight over there stopped, and the crowd came towards this side.

"Yingyue, today's game was mine. Do you really bring this boy without any martial arts foundation?"

A tall, handsome young man stood like a star holding the moon at the forefront of the crowd, staring at Jiang Yingyue majesticly.

"Huge brother, me, I ..."

Jiang Yingyue was speechless.

Pang's youth looked cold, "From today, Jiang ..."

"What blind excitement!"

Pang's youth voice did not fall, Jia Junpeng cut off his words, walked to him in front of him and stood outside Xu Lang, "I really don't know where to wait for self confidence, so self-confidence, three fists, two feet, really When you sanctify yourself, and you do n’t know, the book has the true meaning, but it is not known to all generations. ”

The juvenile is not a crazy person, but he knows that if he is not crazy, and draws attention away, he really causes Jiang Yingyue a big trouble.

He started talking like this, and it really aroused the group's ridicule, the effect was amazing.

For a moment, the deck was full of abuse.

The youth of Pang also couldn't care about Jiang Yingyue. He waved his hand, stopped the noise, stared at the boy, and said, "If you didn't come from Furong Town, you would be dead."

Juvenile said, "It seems that Zun Jia also thinks that the text is not as good as Wu Ji?"

The young Pang surname laughed out of the sky, "I think you're reading and studying. I don't know what a world is today. Young people, I urge you to look at the world."

Jia Junpeng said, "The world today is naturally a world in which warriors dominate, but not all warriors can dominate. If you don't say others, you will say that among the princes, how many people can forge the peak of the body? As far as I know, Of the one hundred warriors, I am afraid that there is no one who can be a strong sea. Such warriors do not know what qualifications to dominate. "

"Conversely, among the literati, they support the males and have high positions. I don't know how many. From a local perspective, I don't know who is better than the text. Sorry, I think everyone belongs to the local community."

Pang Xingqing sneered, "The teeth are sharp and sharp, but the people who make tongues can help anyone?"

Jia Junpeng fisted in the sky, "As far as I know, Xian Sheng was just a young boy on the banks of the Nine Dragons. He was famous for his poems and made a fortune, did you forget it? Before Xian Sheng, he got a poem. St., the article is wonderful, it ’s God-inspired, it goes down to the hearts of the people, Fengshen Longteng, Yun Zhangxia Cai. "

If talking about artillery, Jia Junpeng is also a rare adversary. For a time, he exhausted the concept of stealing, shifting the topic, and using methods such as partiality to refute the young people of Pangxing speechlessly. Redness, like a deer.

"Brother Pang, this person is used to quarreling and rarely loses. I can't help driving him off the boat and letting him go back."

Zhu Sanzhang said that he knows Jia Junpeng too well, knowing that if this guy is allowed to continue, the situation will definitely collapse.

"Brother Zhu means that Brother Pang and I are fighting each other? Am I bored or Brother Pang?"

Jia Junpeng said with a smile.

Brush it, the youth of Pang Xing's face sank, Zhu San was sweating profusely, and scolded him, why the junk was getting more and more insidious, and he deeply regretted that he was provoking this **** stick for no reason.

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