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Dong Fang was startled, and whispered quickly, "Liu Li, don't be angry, don't move your breath."

Ye Liuli was anxious, "what else is unbearable at this time? If you are really robbed, what should Huang Huang do? No, I'll go to Huang Huang." Then, stand up and rush out.

Dong Fang clutched her desperately, "Liu Li, calm down, I assure you that the monarch will not agree to this family affairs, and the woman will never be the type that the monarch likes."

"Oh, do you guys still have a good job? They are all lower body thinking animals."

"..." Dongfang Yan, "Liu Li, what are you going to do? I'm not stopping, but I'm not in a hurry. The martial arts conference will be here immediately. The personnel are here today, and the opportunity is rare ... you know.

Ye Liuli naturally understood, and finally put up with it.

While the two were whispering, Huang Yitian also talked and laughed with the heroes and heroines who were present here, and everyone did not pay attention to the conversation between the two outsiders in the corner.

After a short while, the talk was over, and everyone began to talk about the gossip, and the atmosphere was cheerful and relaxed.

An old man said, "Speaking of the world's number one master, Huang Luofeng and Huang Shaoxia are the real fathers. He has no dogs."

Everyone said yes.

In the first row of seats, Huang Luofeng hugged her arms, lowered her head, and nodded.

Huang Yitian embarrassed to see his son fall asleep again. "Everyone is overwhelming. The dog's martial arts are really good, but they are not the best masters in the world. As we all know, many people who concentrate on martial arts do not participate in the martial arts conference.

One person said, "Even if you participate, Huang Shaoxia can get the first place."

Although Huang Yitian was still humble, he was in a good mood.

When parents are like this, they like to listen to their children being praised, even more than they praise themselves.

Look at Huang Luofeng again, still sleeping.

Huang Yitian was even more embarrassed and felt that an old face had no place to rest.

He pulled out a piece of broken silver from his arms calmly, then put it on the fingertips, and made a fierce bounce, and the silver flew towards Huang Luofeng's head.

Speaking of time and time, when the broken silver was about to hit Huang Luofeng's head, the person who was sleeping soundly the moment before, quickly reached out his hand and took the broken silver.

Dongfang Yuan, when she saw the opportunity, stood up and arched, "Sorry to bother you all next."

Everyone turned around and looked over.

Dongfang chuckled with a smile, "This is the case of the Huang Meng. Everyone says that a sword is good for a hero. There is a sword that is iron-cut like mud underneath. I want to give it to Huang Shaoxia. If Huang Shaoxia doesn't dislike it, please accept it." Shuihu sword out.

After a period of repeated thinking, Dongfang Li can't find anyone besides Huang Luofeng who is more suitable to receive the Sword of Swords. In the end, he can only find a reason to give Shui Sword to Huang Luofeng.

Dongfang Ling's acting skills are very exquisite. Even though he hates Huang Luofeng very much, he can't see anything from his complexion, only admiration and appreciation.

If there was a person who came up in the past and said that he would send a sword, everyone would disdain, but after these ten days, everyone knows that Xiaoyao is a mysterious tyrant. Let ’s not say that because the wife loves her pregnancy, she arrogantly rewards silver, but just because it ’s cold, I bought the most precious cloak of Songling City. This Sword of Water Margin is also the sword of the sword.

The Water Margin Sword was previously wrapped in a cloth. As the Oriental Marmot opened the cloth, the black and blue scabbard appeared, drawing everyone's amazing admiration.

After grabbing the broken silver, Huang Luofeng continued to hold her arms and lowered her head to sleep.

Dongfang Ling took the sword away from the seat and walked to the front of the hall. The light and gentle cheeks had only a soft smile, and there was no embarrassment of being ignored.

Whether or not it is embarrassing, Dongfang Yun knows in her heart and will not show it.

For a while, the atmosphere condensed.

Everyone felt embarrassed.

Because Huang Luofeng is still sleeping, and everyone knows that he is pretending to sleep.

The most embarrassing person is Huang Yitian, the leader of the Wulin League, because Huang Luofeng's behavior represents no tutoring. The so-called son is not the father, and Huang Yitian's cheeks are hot.

Huang Yitian laughed with companionship, "Thank you Xiaoyao for your kindness, but you won't be spared."

Dongfang Yan shook his head with a smile, "I don't know if the leader has heard of the sword soul-every sword has a soul. Only by finding a suitable master can the sword be able to exert its power and style. Unfortunately, it is not good at the bottom. Martial arts, or they will never cut love. "

The meaning is, this sword, he sent it.

Huang Yitian felt that he could not come down to the stage and winked at the soldier next to Huang Luofeng. The soldier did not dare to neglect and quickly awakened Huang Luofeng.

Huang Luofeng was helpless, knowing that he couldn't hold it anymore, he looked up lazily, staring at the Dongfang magpie coldly, "No."

Crowd uproar!

Dongfang Ling smiled smoothly, but in his heart he even wanted to draw a sword to chop Huang Luofeng to death. "Huang Shaoxia must have many famous swords, but you can try this Shuijian sword." With that said, I will draw the sword.

Huang Luofeng Yu Guang looked at Ye Liuli wearing a pure white cloak, his eyes were colder, "I said no, don't you understand?"

"..." Dongfang Yu.

Huang Yi was anxious, and suddenly stood up, "Luo Feng, rudely rested," and then martyred to the East, "I am so sorry, Xiaoyao ..."

"Don't, don't!" The woman yelled before Huang Meng had finished speaking.

Not others, but Ye Liuli.

She rushed over and stood in front of Huang Luofeng, her eyes widened with anger. "Do you think your cousin wants to give you? Ha ha, if it is not forced, I will not give it to you with bad hands. You have no education Terrible! No wonder you hit your bachelor all your life. You shouldn't find your daughter-in-law. Sleep your sleep and hit your bachelor. "

Before everyone could react, one took the Shuijian sword in the hand of Dongfang Ling and turned and ran.

Everything happens in an instant.

Not only was everyone stunned, even Huang Luofeng was scolded.

Dongfang Li just wanted to shout, but saw Ye Liuli had ran out of the main hall.

Dong Fang can't chase. If he chased, the Confederate leader wouldn't really come down to Taiwan.

Although he was worried about Ye Liuli, Dongfang Ling knew this time, and could use another method to revenge Huang Luofeng fiercely, and his reputation would be wiped out.

When it comes to martial arts, Dongfang is not as good as Huang Luofeng, but when it comes to ingenuity, it is one hundred Huang Luofeng, and it is not an opponent of Dongfang.

...

Ye Liuli ran out with the Sword of Swords, thinking more and more.

"Mama's Huang Luofeng really shame his face. He doesn't want such a good thing, and he can't get off the stage. Oh, grandma just gave a dog to Huang Luofeng!" While running, Ye Liuli cursed. Road.

Unconsciously rushed through a wood, but saw a flat bottom in the wood, a young man dancing a sword.

But I saw the man's black hair with a tow on his head. Because of the fierce movements, he is now slightly spread out. With every move, the scattered hair strands move with the wind, and they are generally graceful if they are waving ink. The man is tall, with long limbs and exquisite swordsmanship. The whole set of movements is generally beautiful and gorgeous.

"Heroes, excuse me!" Ye Liuli shouted without thinking.

The sword-dancing man heard it, closed it, and turned to look at the stunning woman wearing a white fox cape.

A breeze came back, blowing up the man's clothes.

"Girl, what's the matter?" The man's voice was low and magnetic, with an arrogance, matching his temperament, and even more noble and aggressive.