The Martial God Of Myriad Realms

injury to ironwood

“Thank you, Brother, for releasing the siege.” After walking in Guan Shi, Cheng Feng thanked Song Dongyang.

If it wasn't Song Dongyang just now, he would have had to act with the timing of the offense. There are many variables during this period. The best thing is that it doesn't happen.

“No, thank you.” Song Dongyang waved his hand and said with Yan Yuese: “You are called Cheng Feng, right? I really admire you, and you will follow me later, if you help me, I have a chance to win the confused Qianxue spot Very inflated, rest assured, I will never treat you badly when I return from the confusion of Qianxue. "

“What?” Cheng Feng looked at Song Dongyang, who was talking to himself, and the gratitude in his heart immediately disappeared, his tone was also calm: “Brother Song, forgive me, I am always alone, I am always alone, I'm afraid to live up to it Your goodness. "

"Cheng Feng, you better think clearly. Without me, you wouldn't be able to walk in the tower. You won't let you go when you're alone." Song Dongyang's face disappeared slowly, and his eyes shone coldly. This Cheng Feng dared to reject him!

Cheng Feng's decisive decisiveness, and his idea had been decided, and he immediately said: "My soldiers, who are against the heavens, can kill with fingers, and the threat of this offense is meaningless at all!"

"A good day can kill people, that's great. Then I won't embarrass you."

After listening to Cheng Feng's words, Song Dongyang's face showed an inexplicable smile, but Cheng Feng was no longer forced.

However, his heart was full of anger: "This child is extremely talented. Since it can't be used for me, let him die for himself!"

Suddenly, Song Dongyang was hostile towards Cheng Feng.

However, unlike Guan Shixing, he did not show any abnormality, but instead looked at Wang Wanben and the boy in blue and asked, "Do you want to follow me? With me protecting you, you'll have a smooth ride in the tower."

However, Wang Wanben and the boy in blue had their own dreams, and both wanted to break through the world on their own, so they also refused to shake their heads.

“Oke, don't regret it.” Song Dongyang's face eventually became ugly, and he never expected to be repeatedly rejected.

After that, Song Dongyang stopped talking and spoke straight away.

"I thought that when I entered Qianlong Academy, I could concentrate on my studies and practice. I don't expect that Qianlong Academy is also competing everywhere."

In just one day of experience, Cheng Feng and the others had experienced baptism, matured a lot, and were well aware that without strength, there was no dignity at all!

After saying goodbye to Wang Wanben and the blue-clothed boy, Cheng Feng returned straight to his room.

"Three months later, the battle for the Qianxue Lost Realm place would occur. This may be an opportunity to escape the oppression of older students. I have to try my best!"

Cheng Feng muttered to himself: "But my current strength is not enough, and I have a gap with the older students. The way to shorten the distance was to enter the refinement of the tower. But to enter the tower, you need to understand the second-order sword!"

The idea gradually became clear, and Cheng Feng knew that what he needed to do next was increase the meaning of the sword to the second order.

After reaching the goal, Cheng Feng immediately concentrated on practicing.

Time passed quickly, and everyone in the turret worked hard to cultivate and increase their strength.

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"It's been a month, Cheng Feng hasn't come out yet, I don't know what he's doing."

On page 371, Wang Wanben and the blue-clothed boy gathered together, looking at Cheng Feng's room, full of curiosity.

"Cheng Feng's? Cheng Feng, you said, but Cheng Feng, who reached fourth place in Shushan, got fourth place? What about the others?"

At this moment, a body figure walked into the courtyard, for a moment, the air became thick and full of blood.

The man's body was shaped like a knife, full of sharp sharp sharpness, and he said coldly, "I've Found an Injury!"

“Iron wood injury?” Wang Wanben's face changed. “Is that you from the Timberwood family?”

"Huh, you know a lot."

Tiamu gave a cold snort, and immediately stepped forward, exaggerated, and said impatiently, "Say, where is Cheng Feng?"

Shocked by this powerful momentum, Wang Wanben's face instantly paled, and he couldn't help but step back and tremble in his heart. This iron wood injury was extremely terrifying. The rupture of momentum made him unable to hold back. .

When he clenched his teeth and insisted, he creaked, a door opened, and he saw a teenager step out: "You don't have to ask, I'm Cheng Feng."

"Oh, Cheng Feng, you have courage. I thought you were hiding."

On page 371, Tiemu was injured and looked at Cheng Feng unintentionally, with a cute smile: "I've been sharpened in the tower during this time, but I don't care about you. Oh yeah, see you look like you can't get into the gate of the tower? "

The ironic expression of Tiamu's injured face was extremely hostile towards Cheng Feng.

This guy, is Timmudenko looking for me? Cheng Feng thought for a moment, and said lightly, "The gate of the blade tower, I can enter at any time."

“Area you?” Tiamu was injured pointing towards Cheng Feng and felt amused: “To enter the first floor of the tower, there must be a second-order sword. I heard your martial spirit is a purple giant bear. Without swords and swords, no matter how genius you are, you cannot realize the meaning of a second-order sword in this short amount of time! "

The importance of martial arts to martial arts was obvious.No matter how talented one was, there was no superior martial arts soul, but it was useless, no matter how talented one was, and sword martial arts were obviously very important for sword cultivation.

However, Tiemu's injury doesn't know that Cheng Feng's fate, Wuhun, is actually a super Wuhun, including Wuhun's sword.

"Do I understand the meaning of second-order swords? You wouldn't know if you tried?"

Cheng Feng looked directly at Tiamu's injury, and said in a playful tone: "I will break the tower now. If you have the courage, you bet against me. If I manage to enter the tower door, you will see me later , As far as you can! "

"Do you dare to bet?"

Tiemu's face slumped, and he was provoked: "Gambling and betting. If you lose, let me break your legs and kneel."

“Brother Cheng, don't relax!” Wang Wanben anxiously, trying to hinder Cheng Feng, he was not optimistic with Cheng Feng. If a tier two sword was so easy to grasp, then the genius in this world might be full.

"Don't worry, I have something in my heart." Cheng Feng was convinced: "OK, let's go to Dota now."

Seeing Cheng Feng's confident look, Tiamu's injuries couldn't help but wonder, does this fellow really understand the meaning of a second-order sword, how is this possible?

"No way, definitely impossible, Cheng Feng was young and did not have a sword, how could he realize the meaning of a second-order sword? He must be bluffing!"

However, the feeling of being tricked out suddenly, and Tiamu felt a cold heartache, realizing that he was impulsive, but now he was riding a tiger.

Immediately after, Cheng Feng's bet with Tiemu's injury quickly spread among the tower members.

Specifically, the 371st student is more interested in this unique bet.

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