"Idiot, what kind of heart is the daughter of the Shen family, how can she be so contorted? Then again, do you really think you are her?

Then he looked over the mountain peak and looked at the peak that Shen Yiren had just gone.

Everything is silent at the peak.

Thousands of golden lights penetrated through the dense mist, and the dried leaves were flowing by the wind.

Shen Yiren held the sword flat and stood still for an hour.

Ming Feizhen gave her a cheat book. The sword-writing method written on it was profound and profound. With her understanding, she still seemed to understand that it was not swordsmanship, but some kind of classics about swordsmanship. I just do n’t know how much work it takes to solve it, let alone use it in martial arts.

I can only draw gourds in the same way, and use my heart to make the water work, hoping to make up for the diligence.

Strange to say, she always practiced swords as quickly as possible, hoping that one sword would catch up--swords, hurricanes, and rain--so that her opponents could not see clearly. Nowadays, Slow Sword also has its own artistic conception, such as tea-eating acupuncture, and seeing the time in the fine.

She got this realization not because of the cheats, but from the sword in her hands.

This 'over-quietness' is like a graceful woman, exuding exquisiteness and quietness everywhere. If there is a sword heart, it must be quiet and high, hard to find in the world. After giving birth to the yearning heart, the sword in his hand did not feel slowed down, and in his mind slowly remembered the set of swordsmanship.

A sudden mountain wind blew across the sky.

Yu Jing swayed lightly, but when she was moving, she was wearing seven leaves on the sword.

The voice of a man behind him came.

"With no guidance, you can explore it by yourself, but in the past few days, you have reached the point where you have a slight sword. Your talent in swordsmanship is really like your father.

Shen Yiren was surprised: "Luo Zhuang?

I don't know when the Luoming will turn from behind the tree, calmly.

"Shen Wuzheng's daughter, talk to me."

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Mo pan, mo pan, there is even more tonight

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