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- "Didn't you hear me when I called?"
Xu Ruoying walked over and grabbed Feng Lin's shoulder.
"Really not."
Feng Lin shook his head, pointed to the Lan River in the distance, "Mr. Lan is here."
"Lan Hello Mr. Lan!"
Xu Ruoying still knows etiquette.
In front of outsiders, you must give yourself a man's face.
"Oh, it looks like it worked."
Lan He nodded, "If you encounter troubles in the future, just run away to me. You and Xiaorou have grown up as a family."
"Thank you, Mr. Lan."
Xu Ruoying lowered her head, turned and left.
"correct."
Lan He suddenly stood up with his water glass in his arms, "I taught you a trick last time, anyway, it's boring now."
"Okay! Thank you, Old Man Lan."
Feng Lin rubbed his hands with a smile. Since Lan He is so strong, the tricks he taught must be the same.
Lan He glanced at the yard, "Let's forget it here, is there a ruin over there?"
"yes."
Feng Lin nodded.
"Go to your side."
Lan He was walking towards this side with a water glass in his hand.
Feng Lin made way for Lan He to walk ahead.
Lan He stepped on the formation and disappeared here.
Feng Lin also left.
When the two appeared in the villa, Lan He immediately noticed Chi Jinghong on the sofa.
"My good fellow, you're not hiding anything, kid."
Lan He took a sip of water with a smile, he closed his eyes lightly, "There are many masters, but facing Xu Xianfan, they are much worse."
"That's why I rely on you."
Feng Lin followed Lan He with a smile.
The two left the villa together, Xu Ruoying and Jingongji Qiuhui followed together.
Only Chi Jinghong was still sitting there, looking at Lan He's back in disbelief.
This old man
"This is the ruins where I currently live."
Feng Lin smiled and pointed around.
"good."
Lan He nodded slightly.
In the distance, Shangguan Fugui, who was playing chess with Meng Changsheng, glanced here casually.
He was dumbfounded suddenly, his body trembling with excitement, "You areMr. Lan?"
Lan He turned his head and looked at Shangguan Fugui with a puzzled expression.
"Mr. Lan! It's me, Fugui!"
Shangguan Fugui ran over excitedly and knelt down on the ground, "See Mr. Lan for Fugui!"
Seeing this scene, the first person who was shocked was Jinguji Qiuhui who was on the side.
Shangguan Fugui is also considered her half-master, she is well aware of Shangguan Fugui's strength.
Moreover, he is proud, and when he sees any master, he wants to go up and touch it.
Never timid.
But seeing this old man kneel down on both knees.
How can this be?
Also shocked was Meng Changsheng.
Shangguan Fugui is his friend for many years and knows his temper best.
The old man in front of him may be the only one who makes him cast his body on the ground.
"It turned out to be rich. I dare not admit it. How many years have passed?"
Lan He smiled and waved his hands, "Get up, you're an old man, why kneel?"
"Sir, like my mentor, let me, a half-blood who was hunted down, have the strength to protect myself."
Shangguan Fugui kowtowed to Lan He three times before getting up, "You are like a reinvention to me, and I have never had a chance to thank you."
Seeing this scene, Feng Lin couldn't help but think of Xu Xianfan's words.
In terms of appeal, Ji Guangling is far inferior to Lanhe.
He can see a thing or two from the things in front of him.
If it is said who Lanhe wants to kill, Shangguan's wealth is no different.
"It's not as serious as you said, you are a good seed, you can't help but give me a few hints."
Lan He smiled and set his eyes on Meng Changsheng, "You are the second master Feng Linkou is talking about, right?"
"Senior, I am Meng Changsheng."
Meng Changsheng smiled and cupped his hands.
"I am Lan He."
While speaking, Lan He took another sip of wolfberry water.
"Lanhe?"
Meng Changsheng remembered that Feng Lin mentioned this name last time.
Ask him if he knows you.
Originally said"It's this guy, but he really doesn't know him.
"Qizong, Sword Emperor."
Shangguan Fugui reminded from the side.
"Fuck! Lan Tianhe!"
There was a huge wave in Meng Changsheng's heart. It turned out to be the legendary sword emperor.
The only Supreme Elder of Qizong.
It can be said that it is the object of longing for all those who fight with weapons today.
But he became famous too early, and many people feel that he is not a contemporary.
For example, Meng Changsheng's generation.
The name I've heard the most is Ji Guangling.
Speaking of Lanhe, and the name is one word short, he never thought of Sword Emperor.
"Okay, all of you come with me, I want to teach Feng Lin a trick, and you all learn it together."
Lanhe walked towards the grassland in the distance.
Not only the people here.
Chi Jinghong and Chi Qing in the villa also jumped to the roof of the villa to observe.
Lan He held the water glass with both hands, and four ice swords appeared around his body.
"White Emperor Holy Sword?"
Feng Lin asked in shock.
"No, you misunderstood one thing. The Holy Sword of the White Emperor is a skill, not a sword."
Lan He took a sip of water, "You said that these swords can only assist you when you are fighting. It's a pity, come and attack me."
"Old man Lan, you have to think about it."
In Feng Lin's hand, there was also an ice sword condensed.
"hurry up."
Lan He rolled his eyes.
"Then I'm here!"
Feng Lin rushed towards the Lanhe quickly, at an extremely fast speed.
The figure kept attacking Lanhe from all directions and places.
But Lan He only controlled an ice sword, and Feng Lin was blocked every time.
The key is that when Feng Lin attacked, Lan He still drank a few sips of wolfberry water from time to time.
For tens of seconds in a row, the only thing Feng Lin Bingjian touched was Bingjian.
"The defense is watertight, especially the attack from behind, it is blocked without even looking."
Meng Changsheng was shocked.
"alright."
Lan He said to Feng Lin, "I only control one sword, and the other three are useless, right?"
"That's right, that's how I am. Once I fight seriously, I can't get distracted and control the remaining swords."
Feng Lin nodded.
"Come on, keep attacking me, this time I will use one more."
Lan He said to Feng Lin.
"good!"
Feng Lin rushed towards Lanhe again, and one of the ice swords continued to defend as before.
Suddenly, the other also moved.
The long sword came straight down from behind Feng Lin, and Feng Lin dodged immediately.
Just as he continued to attack Lanhe, he found that the ice sword struck again from behind.
He had to turn around and resist.
While he was parrying the sword, another struck from behind again.
brush!
Feng Lin stepped outside, "What's the situation? This sense of disobedience?"
"Fugui, what did you find?"
Lan He looked at Shangguan Fugui who was at the side.
"Sir, Fugui is dull." Shangguan Fugui scratched his head.
"Feng Lin, attack me again."
Lan He continued.
Feng Lin immediately dodged behind Lan He, and leaned over to chop off his leg.
At this time, an ice sword defended Feng Lin, and the other ice sword cut off Feng Lin's leg from behind.
"I see!"
Feng Lin flashed out again, shocked, "This sword is imitating me to attack!"
"I see."
Shangguan Fugui's eyes widened, "One sword masters defense, and the other sword imitates the opponent's attack, wonderful!"
"Yes, this makes up for not being half-hearted. After all, at our level, we don't need to think about imitating the opponent's attack."
Meng Changsheng also followed suit.
Feng Lin was also secretly shocked, as expected of the Sword Emperor.
This is not a practice at all, but some small tricks, but it can have such an effect. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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