World of Warcraft Sword Saint

(Crossing Baojian (Book No. 1015310) friend's book is very unusual, making you laugh on the spot, uh... in general, this book is still good, everyone can go and read it.)

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　　 The big copper bell eyes of the tauren were filled with incomparable killing intent. The shadows of the fists loomed in the void, and the harsh whining sound continued.

　　 Liu Feng's face was indifferent, his palms were tightly glued to the huge fist, and he slowly turned the weird circle.

　　Although the tauren has gone mad and has no reason in his heart, there is a faint thought in his heart: get out of those hands.

　　 The irrational tauren chose to believe that idea voluntarily, and pulled his hands vigorously, trying to get rid of the white palms stuck to his hands.

However, being stuck by Tai Chi, how could it be so easy to throw off, Liu Feng's hands slowly interlaced, a soft force spread out, and the tauren could not be pulled around, the huge force attached to the fist , After a few revolutions, it has become weak and weak, let Liu Feng rub it.

　　 The scene in the field is a bit weird.

　　 The huge body of the tauren kept turning around with Liu Feng's hands, like a drunk drunkard, without a trace of random walking under his feet.

　　 Feeling that tauren is getting softer and softer, Liu Feng's mouth is slightly lifted, his hands suddenly accelerate, and it is stamped on the huge body of the tauren fiercely.

　　 With a muffled sound, the tauren stopped walking, staring blankly at the undamaged chest. The brain seemed a little simple because of the madness and didn't understand the opponent's hand, why... so weak?

　　 Is Liu Feng's fist weak? Of course... impossible.

　　 For a moment, the Tauren's face turned red, and he squirted up to the sky, and the blood mixed with broken liver flew out.

　　 Liu Feng's figure flashed, and before the blood came to his body, he disappeared.

　　 In the field, only the tauren who couldn't help twitching and the knight with amazement on his face were left.

　　 The atmosphere was a little dull.After a while, the knight rescued by Liu Feng came back to his senses, and he called back to everyone's mind with a low drink, and ordered his men to drag the bull's head corpse that had lost its vitality back.

　　 On a secluded street, Liu Feng was walking quietly while pulling the red clothes.

　　 "Just now, did I see my true spirit and the four-two-pronged thousand-kind luck?" Liu Feng asked, staring at the front.

　　 "En." The red shirt beside him nodded lightly.

　　 Liu Feng smiled in satisfaction, and took the hand of the red shirt slightly hard.

　　 It seems that he felt Liu Feng's happiness.

　　 "There is a genius disciple, it is really exciting and depressing." When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, Liu Feng suddenly sighed.

The red-robed petite body was slightly stiff, and he forcefully pulled out the small hand held by Liu Feng, and said coldly: "I said, you are not my teacher, and I am not your disciple." After speaking, he ran into the courtyard. Enter, leaving Liu Feng confused.

He shook his head, and shrugged a little depressed: "What's the matter? What kind of temper?" He had no results, so he had to treat this as a little girl's stubbornness, but he seemed to forget it again. The experience of red clothes seems to be no worse than that of adults...

　　 One night, the red clothes were gloomy, with a cold face.

At the dinner table, Liu Feng smiled helplessly: "My little princess, don't you be angry, okay? Isn't it just not being my disciple? Did you use it so early?" Taking a small bite of the food, he raised his hand and head portrait: "Okay, okay, I won't mention you as my disciple in the future, okay?"

　　 Hearing Liu Feng's words, the cold on the little red face quietly defrosted, nodded lightly, and stopped talking.

　　……

　　 "Hey, brother Liu Feng, I'm here." With a loud shout, he rolled in from the gate. It was Ohao.

Liu Feng rolled his eyelids and replied lazily, "Come here, do you want to go out to greet you?" The voice of his mouth was flipped gently, and the voice had reached Ohao's ears at the gate. .

"Hey", Aohao smiled indifferently, pushed open the door, and entered the hall where Liu Feng and the others were. As soon as he entered, he saw the red-robed little face and blood-colored pupils, his complexion was startled, and he recovered. Is normal.

　　 strode up, sat down on a chair next to Liu Feng, raised his chin to the red shirt with some doubts: "Brother, this one?"

　　 Liu Feng reached for a glass of water, took a sip, and said vaguely: "My sister."

　　Ohao heard Liu Feng’s vague answer and understood that he didn’t want to say too much, so he changed the subject sensibly, “Brother Liu, thanks to you for the afternoon, I’ve heard my men report it.”

Knowing that what he was talking about was the tauren in the afternoon, Liu Feng nodded indifferently, and then asked with some doubts: "How can you let the orcs become "the sun never sets"? Such a big image difference, You can't tell the difference?"

　　 Regarding the appearance of the tauren in ``The Sun Never Sets,'' Liu Feng has always been puzzled, and the defense is so tight that he will be confused by an orc whose image is hugely different from that of a human. This is really a bit suspicious.

　　Ohao smiled bitterly, "According to the information I found, this tauren should have lived in "The sun never sets" a long time ago, so he would appear on the street in such a tight defense line."

　　 Liu Feng frowned and said, "Living in "The sun never sets"? Isn't it possible that no one doubted him for so long?"

　　 Ohao shook his head, "He lives in a poverty-stricken area where the sun never sets. The defense there has been relatively lax, so he can live for that long."

　　 Liu Feng nodded clearly, and smiled: "You came to me, wouldn't you make a special trip to thank you?"

　　Ohao cracked his mouth, clapped his hands, and said, "Of course, the main thing I'm here to tell you is that the teams from the four major colleges will be "the sun will never set" tomorrow."

Liu Feng was taken aback, then the corners of his mouth turned slightly: "Is it finally here?... Nicholas Xue... When you see that young man who was trampled by your dignity in the past grows better than Will you be surprised when you are stronger?"

　　 The anger and expectation hidden under Liu Feng's smile, the careless O'hao didn't notice, but the red shirt who had been watching him next to him really felt it.

　　 blasted with a terrifying killing intent, and the cold whistling in the hall, the blood-colored pupils faintly flashed with a hint of purple light.

　　 The two were shocked, and Liu Feng yelled: "Red, what are you doing? Stop."

　　 Aohao stared at the red shirt in surprise, but he couldn't believe that such a little girl would have such a huge killing intent.

　　 Hearing Liu Feng's voice, the red clothes finally slowly recovered the murderous intent from the body, and sat on the chair without saying a word.

　　 "Hey...heh...what a strong killing intent, what a weird girl." Aohao couldn't help sighing, his eyes gleaming a little.

　　 "Cough, cough." Liu Feng pulled Aohao's gaze back with a dry cough.

　　 "Hehe, continue with the topic just now, hey, where is your weird snake?" Aohao just wanted to return to the topic, but couldn't help but ask.

　　 "Sleep." Liu Feng replied depressed, urging again: "Stop talking about the topic, okay?"

　　 Aohao smiled, cleared his throat, and said with a smile: "I would like to ask you to join me tomorrow to see the strength of these students."

　　 "Strength? Don’t you know everything?’

　　 "Hehe, that's just the news I heard, but seeing is believing."