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Fang Cun didn't understand the control technique of the silver needle, such a subtle control has deviated from the usual hidden weapon technique, and it has a taste of using Qi to control the sword.
In the knowledge of the ancient killing domain, Fang Cun couldn't feel the subtleties, but after learning the Sword Control Art from Xiaoyaozi, now he can already detect some traces from the fluctuation of spiritual power around the silver needle.
Different from Yujianjue, this silver needle seems to be manipulated more by forceful techniques, supplemented by the coordination of spiritual power. Although it is not the same as Yujianjutsu, the effect is similar.
The silver needle shuttles like electricity.
Even Fang Cun couldn't help but feel an indescribable pressure, and simple archery could no longer compete with it.
After all, although Fang Cun can also use bows and arrows, he can't reach the state of perfection after all.
"Whoosh!"
With a slight thought, the shot arrow suddenly turned in the air, and it was also shot back and forth at a strange angle, constantly intersecting with the silver needle.
Imperial Sword Art!
That's right, when choosing a bow and arrow, the square inch has already been calculated, using the arrow as a sword, and controlling it with qi, the subtleties are definitely enough to deal with most scenes.
Moreover, Yujian Jue has great concealment, coupled with the cover of bows and arrows, it is easy to think of some secret archery techniques.
You must know that what Fangcun showed in front of the world before was all sword skills, terrifying explosive power and agility, but it has nothing to do with archers at all.
"Hey, who are you? What does it have to do with Shenjian Villa?" Wang Xiaoxue finally showed a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw that the shot arrows could still turn strangely and continuously.
"I'm just an idler, and it has nothing to do with Shenjian Villa." With a light touch on his foot, he shot one arrow after another, and his body flew back at the same time, Fang Cun replied casually.
In fact, Fang Cun didn't know the origin of Shenjian Villa at all, and it was not Fang Cun's habit to pretend to be black-eyed.
"Idlers?" snorted softly, but Wang Xiaoxue didn't believe it at all, rolled her eyes slightly, and then said, "Hey, all of you, if you promise him one condition, he will forgive you, okay?"
Still with a smile on her face, Wang Xiaoxue was like an elf, smiling sweetly, as if no matter how unreasonable the conditions were, it was only natural for her to say it.
"Okay, okay, you say, hey, our romantic threesome love helping others the most." Having been pricked with a silver needle on his buttocks again, the fat man hurriedly agreed. It never occurred to him that this matter was caused by him in the first place. "
"Okay, I want you to find someone for him." Wang Xiaoxue said softly as he retracted the silver needle with a flip of his hand.
"Looking for someone? But now we have to wait for a box." The fat man typically forgets to eat but not to fight. He just got out of danger, and then he thought about the box again.
"The box? What box?" Hearing this, Wang Xiaoxue couldn't help being aroused a little curiosity. It's probably not something ordinary that makes this fat man still think about it.
"Wait, someone is coming over again." Before the fat man could speak, Fang Cun frowned slightly, waved his hand, and interrupted softly.
"En?" Hearing Fang Cun's words, Wang Xiaoxue concentrated on feeling it, and then vaguely heard rustling footsteps from a distance.
His heart trembled slightly, but he was a little more wary of Fang Cun, his eyes stayed on Fang Cun for a few seconds, and then slowly moved away.
"It's that box." Jumping up the tree to take a look, Zhuang Yingjun said excitedly.
But at this time, no one could care about him anymore.
In the distance, a young man in sackcloth was carrying a box on his back, walking slowly step by step, with no expression on his face, as if he was just an ordinary passer-by.
"Hey, stop." Seeing the young man in sackcloth walk into the woods, the fat man couldn't help but jumped down from the tree.
The footsteps were still clear, the young man in linen didn't seem to have heard Zhuang Yingjun's words at all, nor had he seen Fang Cun and them at all, and there was not even a trace of disorder in his steps.
"Hey, I'm talking about you! Kid, stop for me." The fat man was a little annoyed at being ignored like this, and pointed at the young man in sackcloth and cursed, "Did you hear that, stop for Master Zhuang."
Still not showing the slightest intention to answer, the young man in linen continued to move forward. If you observe carefully, you will find that the distance he takes every step is exactly the same.
"Oh, brother, why don't you rest for a while, you see how tired you are with such a heavy suitcase on your back." Smiling, Long San moved forward.With a familiar look, he walked away from the flagon on Fangcun's horse, and said generously, "Do you want to drink? This is a good wine. Come and taste it. There is no charge."
"boom!"
Almost at the same time as he approached with a smile, a brick suddenly appeared in Long San's hand. Seizing the opportunity, he unceremoniously slammed his hand down. Until the moment the black brick was photographed, there was still that kind expression on his face. smile.
"Wretched!"
Turning slightly to one side, the hand of the young man in linen gently stretched out, like a snake catcher catching a snake, he grabbed Long San's wrist like lightning. However, following the stretching out of this hand, the steps under the feet of the young man in hemp clothes finally stopped.
"Thank you for the compliment, hehe." Smiling, he continued to hand the jug to the young man in linen with his other hand, and Long San reminded himself, "However, you grabbed the wrong hand. You should grab my right hand when you want wine. .¡±
The moment the voice fell, Long San suddenly exerted force in his hand, and the jug in his hand exploded suddenly, and a stream of wine was poured down on his head.
"Snapped!"
Turning his grasp into a clap, he landed a palm on Long San's arm, and leaped back slightly with his strength. He did not know how to move, but avoided the drink lightly and skillfully.
Master!
Almost at the same time, Fang Cun and Wang Xiaoxue shuddered in their hearts, and looked at the young man in sackcloth with a bit more seriousness in their eyes.
"You want my box?" The young man in sackcloth looked at everyone calmly and said without any change on his face.
"That's right, as long as you leave the box, Master Zhuang, I promise I won't embarrass you again." Nodding vigorously, Zhuang Yingjun waved his hand generously and said, "Don't thank me, Master Zhuang, that's what I'm not good at, my heart is too soft."
"Do you know what's in the box?"
"A magical weapon? Or a secret book that has been lost for many years?" Zhuang Yingjun's eyes lit up, as if the box already belonged to him.
"I don't have these things in my box." The young man in sackcloth shook his head slowly and explained seriously.
"I don't believe it!" The fat man shook his head like a rattle, "If there is no treasure, why are you hiding it and refusing to give it to me? Or, you open the box and let me see? If there is really no treasure , I don¡¯t want it anymore.¡±
"I advise you that it's better not to watch it." The young man in sackcloth was unmoved and shook his head calmly.
"Why?"
"Because anyone who has seen the contents of the box is dead." (Remember the website 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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