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    An hour later, Fanning got down from the couch with a red face, punched three times, and the air exploded slightly.

    Cultivation goes a step further.

    Looking at the changes in one's internal organs, one's comprehension of martial arts has also improved to a higher level.

    Both comprehension and cultivation have advanced, and the distance to the third-rank Shenyuan realm will be closer.

    His joyful face slowly sank.

    Although it is closer, the distance is still too far.

    The woman in Tsing Yi was of the third rank, she was not only beautiful, but her swordsmanship was even more terrifying, and she didn't even have the power to fight back.

    Even if I run into her now, I still have no strength to fight back, the gap is too big!

    "Junior Brother Faning." Fakong's voice sounded from outside.

    "Senior brother." Faning went out of his house, came to the lake, stood beside Fakong, and said with shame: "I am incompetent, I failed to protect Yaogu."

    "There are people beyond people, and there is heaven beyond the sky," Fakong said softly, "Tell me, who is it and why is it so?"

    Fanning fell into memory, as if returning to two days ago.

    He had eaten breakfast, weeded the garden, was about to wash his hands, made himself a cup of tea, had a good rest, and enjoyed himself like his senior brother.

    Suddenly, I found a woman in Tsing Yi standing in front of Fakong's house, silently, as if she had been standing there for a long time.

    The woman in Tsing Yi is slender and graceful, glamorous and compelling.

    He couldn't help but secretly compare her with Ning Zhenzhen, Ning Zhenzhen is beautiful and exquisite, so beautiful that people are fascinated, while the woman in Tsing Yi is so glamorous and cold, so beautiful that it makes people feel ashamed.

    "This benefactor, I don't know what is the purpose of coming to Medicine Valley?"

    "Is this the place where monk Fakong lived?"

    "Exactly."

    "Very good!" The woman in Tsing Yi nodded slightly: "Who are you?"

    "Faning, a poor monk, take care of Yaogu on behalf of senior brother Fakong." Faning said coherently, "I don't know the name of the benefactor, what can I do to see senior brother Fakong?"

    "Where is Fakong?"

    "Brother has something to go out and can't come back for the time being."

    "Call him back!"

    "This" Fanning hesitated, and said awkwardly: "Senior Brother has something important to do on a long trip, I'm afraid"

    "Aren't you coming back?" The woman in Tsing Yi suddenly smiled, "I'm Song Qingping."

    Just like hundreds of thousands of flowers blooming together, the medicine valley seemed to become much brighter at once, and Fanning was stunned to see it.

    Song Qingping's sweet smile suddenly faded and became cold. She drew her sword out of its sheath and rushed towards the medicine garden. With a sweep of the sword, she cut off a row of Bailongcao.

    "Stop!" Fanning woke up suddenly, his heart ached like a knife, and this sword swept over thirty or so Bailongcao.

    He hastily stepped forward to block Song Qingping's sword swing: "Female benefactorhow could you be like this!"

    "See if he comes back!" Song Qingping's sword suddenly burst into red light, like the setting sun in the sky.

    Fanning hurriedly greeted him with the Great Vajra Palm.

    The big Vajra's palms are straight to the sun, which can block sharp blades.

    "Bang!" As soon as Fanning touched the long sword, he was sent flying, as if hit by a galloping horse, and flew straight and horizontally more than ten feet away.

    He plowed the ground with both feet for more than ten feet, and finally stopped.

    It was only then that Faning realized that Song Qingping's cultivation was astonishing. As a woman, her cultivation was far superior to her own.

    "See if he comes back!"

    He saw Song Qingping cut off dozens of dragon grass with another sword, and he was so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

    It takes five years for this fire dragon plant to grow so tall, and it is the brother who told me to take care of it carefully.

    They grow slowly and delicately, too much water or too little water will not work, and you have to be careful of insects.

    Because its juice is sweet, it attracts bugs the most.

    I also tried my best to take care of it, but Song Qingping swept away dozens of trees with a sword, which was like cutting my own flesh.

    "Stop!" In his anger, he threw his Big Fumo Fist at Song Qingping, determined to wound the crazy woman and drive her out of Medicine Valley.

    This woman is as beautiful as she is beautiful, but she is a lunatic.

    Song Qingping turned around and stabbed out with a sword.

    "Bang!" The Da Fu Mo Fist collided with the tip of the sword, blocking the tip of the sword.

    Song Qingping said coldly: "Get out of the way, or I will kill you together!"

    "Song Benefactor, why is this so?" Fanning took a few steps back, his blood was surging, and he immediately concluded that Song Qingping was in the third-rank Shenyuan realm: "Did brother offend you?"

    "He killed my senior brother, this hatred is irreconcilable!" Song Qingping said coldly: "If you don't move out, I will kill you!"

    &Too lazy to tell him, took the teacup and took a sip.

    Lin Feiyang is very talented in making tea.

    It may be due to his sensitive physique, the subtle manipulation of the body seems to be an instinct, and the subtle perception seems to be an instinct.

    This is talent.

    It is also the fundamental reason why he is mentally deficient and can still practice the Royal Shadow Manual.

    With a pure heart and amazing talent, if you focus on one, you will naturally succeed.

    "Or, I'll go?" Lin Feiyang sat down, took a sip of a cup of tea, imitating Fakong's appearance, calm and leisurely.

    Fakong only drank tea and didn't answer the phone.

    Fanning said: "Benefactor Lin"

    "Don't call me a benefactor, we are our own people, so don't be polite." Lin Feiyang interrupted him: "Just call me Brother Lin."

    "Brother Lin." Fanning said, "This Miss Song's sword skills are indeed amazing, and her body skills are also extremely fast"

    "Hey, it doesn't matter how fast she is!" Lin Feiyang smiled proudly, spread out his palms so that the palms were facing up, and then turned them lightly: "Killing her is as easy as turning the palm of your hand!"

    He looked at Fakong: "Monk, how is it?"

    "No need."

    "Don't you want to avenge your junior brother? Isn't it too cowardly to swallow your anger like this?"

    "You don't need to borrow your hand for revenge." Fakong shook his head: "You should be a monk honestly."

    Lin Feiyang pouted.

    Fakong said: "You are not her opponent."

    "Impossible!" Lin Feiyang snorted.

    Fakong shook his head: "Well, let's compare it with Junior Brother Faning to see if we can hurt him."

    "Just compare!" Lin Feiyang snorted, "But at night."

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    "Bang bang bang!" The muffled sound was like thunder.

    Lin Feiyang's face turned red, white, and blue when he was punched by the big crouching demon fist, and he was extremely annoyed.

    Even though he has strange agility, he can move freely in the shadows.

    However, he still couldn't escape Fanning's Great Subduing Demon Fist.

    Fanning must be able to see himself, the Da Fu Mo Fist is exquisite, and he was suddenly overwhelmed and out of breath.

    Fakong watched this scene with a smile and shook his head.

    Lin Feiyang's ability is all in the Royal Shadow Manual.

    And the mystery of Yuyingzhenjing is the shadow, in the shadow, the movement is extremely fast, and it is hard to defend against it silently.

    But once you meet someone who can see him clearly, all the advantages are left to teleport a distance of 100 meters.

    But the Da Fu Mo Fist is mysterious, it seems to be strong and masculine, and even mixed with femininity, it is as powerful as a whirlpool, and there is no way to get out of it in three or two moves.

    "Interesting!" Suddenly a chuckle sounded.

    Under the moonlight, Song Qingping floated over in a green shirt with a long sword hanging from her waist.

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