But what if the other person thinks the same thing?
"That name is Duan Dai, who is infatuated with her cousin. She is willing to die. Is it a secret book of sword spectrum? Besides, I’m really sorry if Mujia Juexue showed it in my hands … "Mufu thought about writing but didn’t write a word.
At the same time, Duan Yu’s thoughts are spinning. "Now it’s so good that the monk’s martial arts are so high that even Mu Gong can’t fight against me, but there is no hope to escape or escape from Miss Wang. Naturally, it is necessary to save her, but my uncle said that the sword score must not fall into other people’s hands. I didn’t say that I had been persecuted like that at the beginning, but now it’s not my own life and death, but the life of Miss Wang …"
At this time, the difference between romantic species and career-oriented men is reflected. Although Duan Yu has been fighting in his heart, he can’t help waving his hand to the ground. Qin Changfeng cassock draws the sword spectrum of the six-pulse Excalibur. Although it is not fast, it is already doing it, but Mufu is still doing it.
Qin Changfeng took a glance noncommittally. He really wants to have a six-pulse Excalibur. Because of this air-royal swordsmanship, there is still a little bit of fusion with flying arrows. Even if he gets it, he can’t practice worse. This martial arts is not suitable for him.
Unless you can successfully copy it to the fighting and star-shifting style, you can avoid this link of cultivation and drive it directly. Unfortunately, if you move it back, you can’t copy it yourself.
Wang Yuyan suddenly said in the attic, "Master, I am very young to hear your voice, but martial arts is the best in the world. I don’t know if the master is a disciple?"
Qin Changfeng whispered, "How many heroes have you met, and you dare to say that the poor monk is the best in martial arts?"
Wang Yuyan looked down at his cousin Mufu in the attic, motionless, and his back eyes flashed with a bit of disappointment. He sighed, "The two most famous young Junjie in the Jianghu today, one in North Qiao Feng and the other in South China. Now my cousin is defeated by the master, and it is no exception to want to come to Qiao Feng. The master has a strong foundation, even if it is not the first day, it will be the first day in the future."
Qin Changfeng said lightly, "You are wrong in saying this. Your cousin Mu Fu is famous for his Qiao Feng, but his actual martial arts are inferior. Qiao Fenggong is profound and the Beggars’ Sect has a dragon palm. Even the poor monk dare not say that he will definitely be better than your cousin … What he has learned is miscellaneous but not refined, but it is not pure. Don’t say that it is five years ago. He will also fail!"
Mufu is ashamed and resentful, but what can he do if he is not as good as others?
When two quarters of an hour passed by, Qin Changfeng walked over and it was as he expected … Mu Fu handed in the papers and Duan Yu handed in the full marks.
Actually MuFu didn’t hand in a blank sheet, but his meditation method didn’t get a show in the brain. Obviously it was false, but Duan Yu didn’t dare to gamble his heart’s life without playing any mind’s eye.
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Chapter one hundred and seventy-seven Mu Zionist division
It’s no longer difficult for Qin Changfeng to get the sword score. Duan Yu not only released him and Wang Yuyan, but also threw a bottle of sad crisp breeze antidote to detoxify Wang Yuyan.
Looking at this lucky "destiny" from Qin Changfeng eyes slightly with a pity.
In fact, what he wants most is a limp, but the little man can’t learn it himself and records the footwork picture scroll, which was destroyed in Dali, so the idea has to stop there
Only Mu Fu was left behind by Qin Changfeng. It would have been a deadly battle, but Qin Changfeng didn’t have a hard time. Instead, he said faintly, "Mu Fu, you were a descendant of the Mu royal family in Xianbei, Yan State in the Sixteenth Dynasty, and you learned to practice martial arts since childhood. That’s why your father named you’ Fu’, right?"
Listening to this faint sound, Mu Fu caused a storm in his heart … Did he really know that he really had an eye?
"I won’t care about you if you fool me with fake cheats."
Before MuFu thought much of Qin Changfeng in the mask milli fluctuation sound continued, "rest assured that the poor monk will not expose you but also help you to restore the country! However, after your success, you must set up a Buddhist monk and collect the first-class martial arts for me … If your family doesn’t still give those goods in Shuige, I want to be a top-notch school like Six-pulse Excalibur and the Dragon’s Palm Technique! What is Mu Gong’s suggestion to the poor monk? "
Mu Fu was so moved that he almost agreed to come directly, but his mind was deep. He forced himself to hold back and asked calmly, "I don’t know if the master will help me?"
What does this mean? What kind of resources do you have to help me restore the country? It’s not obvious to use force alone.
Qin Changfeng held out three fingers and said in an analog way, "The first poor monk is the first hand of the five wicked people, and there are four masters who are full of evil and evil, so you can clear many obstacles; Second, I’m afraid you don’t know that Duan Yanqing is the wife of Yanqing in Dali, right? Now it is his turn to inherit the throne of Dali! And he has no heir in his knee. If you promise to marry me, you can let him accept your righteousness and follow the funeral. You should know that the third poor monk’s master is the imperial concubine of Xixia Emperor. It takes only a few words for you to marry the wife of Xixia Princess. Then you will become a Xixia Xu and worry that Xixia will not support your rejuvenation? "
This large bill looks like a thick cheque. Mu Fu was overjoyed and bowed down. "Mu Fu has seen the Buddhist today. After listening to the words of the Buddhist, Mu Fu realized that there is finally hope for the great cause of rejuvenating the country in this life. Please ask the Buddhist to teach me which step to take now?"
You are really possessed!
Qin Changfeng’s admiration for Mufu’s Zionist addiction is so ingenious that he muses, "When you come back with me to Xinglin, Duan Yanqing and others, you will catch HeLianTie and his cronies. Once they all die in Dasong, the poor monk and the four wicked people’s martial arts are supported by Huang Taifei, you can easily control one thing. Then you can recruit people openly and help Duan Yanqing regain the throne of Dali while making you become Xixia."
After hearing these words again, Mu Fu was not generally happy, but completely elated. He almost didn’t kneel and kowtow to Qin Changfeng. He didn’t worry that Qin Changfeng lied to him because his life and death were in each other’s hands. There was no need for the other party to do so.
So he immediately said, "What are you waiting for, Buddhist? Let’s hurry. We’ll drag on for a long time for fear of change."
"Don’t worry, the poor monk has already arranged that the Helian iron tree can escape today." Qin Changfeng and Mufu walked out the door while the elders taught him earnestly. "In fact, the poor monk liked you a long time ago and didn’t hesitate to come to see you this time. Well … just now, you didn’t disappoint the poor monk. If you are a woman, you will move your family and hand it over to me, and the poor monk will kill you without hesitation! If you want to achieve great things, you should abandon the affair between men and women and wait until you succeed in restoring the country. What kind of woman can’t get it? "
"Thank you for your teachings!" Mufu looked respectful.
Qin Changfeng nodded gently, but he was thinking in his heart how to tell Duan Yanqing that he had helped him find a boost to seize the throne.
When Qin Changfeng and Yi Mufu arrived at Xinglin, Helian Tieshu was walking out with a large number of Xixia soldiers, Duan Yanqing, Ye Sanniang and Yue Laosi Yun Zhonghe, the four wicked men.
Even the iron tree saw Qin Changfeng and fake Li Yanzong coming over and glanced behind them. "Isn’t the master here now and my nephew with him?"
Qin Changfeng said "dead"
"Dead?" Hector even Cycas a surprised but more surprised is yet to come because Qin Changfeng added "poor monk killed".
"Somebody give them to the general …" HeLianTieShu drink, but when it comes to the middle, his feet are weak and he leans against an apricot tree, and he can’t move. He knows that he is poisoned, and he quickly turns to the conversation and cries, "Hey, who is good at’ Sad Crisp Breeze’? Get the antidote quickly! "
After a few drinks, other Xixia warriors were all soft and said one after another, "The general is unable to move."
A warrior with a high nose said, "There must be a traitor, otherwise how can we know that this’ sad and crisp breeze’ is a complicated method?"
Hector even cycas nu way "good! Who’s that? You quickly checked for me and smashed him into ten thousand pieces! "
The samurai language took a look at his general and said who was the traitor?
At this time, Mu Fu had detoxified the elders of the Beggars’ Sect. Soon, this apricot forest was full of abuse, shouting and cracking. It turned out that the Beggars’ Sect brothers were beating people while searching for the antidote in Xixia.
A moment later, a few elders with nine sacks strapped to their bodies came along. Although Qin Changfeng’s face mask was scary, they still handed over and said, "Dare to ask the master’s name for help?"
Qin Changfeng lifted his mask with a slight sigh and said to one of the old beggars with gray flowers, "Elder Song doesn’t remember the poor monk?"
It was at the border that the old beggar saw Qin Changfeng and Elder Song again after five years, and immediately his eyes were red and he burst into tears. "It turned out to be Master Hui Yu. How could the old beggar not remember that although he had met for a day, Wang and I regarded the master as a model of his life? In the past five years, every time I think of the master’s westward journey alone, the old beggar is worried about his safety and feels ashamed. Today, it’s really grateful to finally see the master return safely!"
As soon as this was said, the elders and brothers of the Beggars’ Sect did not move. Another elder immediately called out, "Elder Gong, is this the master Hui Yu who you said killed 136 Xixia warriors alone in the border war five years ago?"
Elder Song solemnly nodded, "If it hadn’t been for the master, Joe, Wang and many other brothers would have become the ghosts of Xixia people."
"If that’s the case, we’ll thank the master again!" Beggars’ brothers heard that everyone showed admiration.
Qin Changfeng smiled with a wave of his hand. "The clouds in the past are not worth the weight. Just today, the poor monk has fulfilled the promise of the day. Now, the leader of the Xixia family, Lian Tieshu, has been caught in the net?"
"It’s natural. If it weren’t for the master, my Beggars’ Sect would be wiped out today."
Qin Changfeng looked indifferent as if he didn’t care about these false names. He folded his hands and recited a Buddhist name. "I wonder if my brother is here now because I’m late?"