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The sky turned bright. Zhuo Fengru changed his clothes and washed his face with cold water.

Last night, I discussed with the messenger of Miguo Zong until the end, but only set a preliminary policy to deal with the six doors.

As for hunting masters to expand the relic relic, the final conclusion is that Zhuo Fengru has a headache.

One-"Since you are bothered by the boy named Ming, it's simple. You don't have to go outside to find any martial arts master, just grab the Ming boy and use his deep inner strength, which is naturally a good dish. Don't let I'm disappointed, Master Zhuo. "

Talking is naturally simple.

But how easy is it to use nourishment as a nourishment? Not to mention the strange martial arts of this young man, he is not an easy opponent. If the fight is too big and the city is known, even if he can win him and provoke Wudang Mountain behind him, then Zhuo Fengru's martial art is ten times better than it is now useless.

To take this boy as an opponent and quietly keep the outsiders from knowing, it can only be prepared for.

Yes, not prepared for it!

Try to keep him at ease to have hope of success.

If so, then what you said to your son yesterday must be considered again. He was a little bit wrong with himself. If you know your son's betrayal of Miguozong's information, then what can be said to be cautious. Fight properly.

This is why Zhuo Fengru got up early and wanted to find his son so that he should not apologize to Hua Feihua and others first, so that his son was too anxious to be late.

Walking through the house, but still thinking in my mind how to play tricks with Mingfei. Zhuo Daxia experienced hundreds of battles and naturally did not fight unsure. He set this plan last night, and then-straightforwardly figured out how to do it. I can't help but think that the truth is the real enemy.

SF Play

When I think of the countermeasures outside the restaurant that day, I just feel that his martial arts is so empty that there is no trace, and I really can't find any reason--

If so, if you can look at his martial arts again, you may find flaws.

When I first thought about it, a face-to-face hunting wind, full of masculinity and strong winds-the dark shadow of a thick stone pillar struck, but the face of the gate seemed to be invaded, suppressed by inexplicable pressure.

It ’s too late to see what struck. Zhuo Fengru hastily dwarfed, as if he had no knees-as short as possible, and the whole person was on the spot-rolled away, and he would avoid the fierceness from nowhere. -hit.

In terms of the strong wind pressure, the door behind him after being avoided by Zhuo Fengru should not be half-destroyed but also half-flying, but I don't know how to keep silent after he avoided it.

Zhuo Fengru looked up, and a white-haired boy stood opposite, scaring him out of his mouth.

"Ming Shaoxia?"

I saw Ming Feizhen pick a clothes rod on his shoulder, a dogtail in his mouth, and raised his eyebrows and laughed.

"The younger heroes of Zhuozhu ask you all the way." _

"It's okay, but how come so suddenly?

Mingfei really laughed: "Why not prepare for it.

Zhuo Fengru laughed twice and almost thought he was alive.

"That's coming !!"

The long stick picks the sky-Yang, the strong wind spins, and the dry Bai Sensen stick figure is imagined, just like the water waves. There is still softness in the anxiousness, and the stick method used is unexpectedly exquisite. , S Factory Mu novels

Zhuo Fengru pinched a sword in his left hand, and his right hand was opposed to the palm. Even when they came up, they had to use the housekeeper's flying wind sword and chasing the deer's palm in order to strengthen the stick.

Zhuo Fengru couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Beggars help fight dog sticks?

"That's natural, look at this-trick.

"What a trick!

"What about this stick?

"Well, right, nephew, you are the sunshade mace of the Haisha Gang, but it's not a stick method."

The stick wind spreads out, almost several feet away. The Ming Fei stick method became more and more, but after one move was completed, the next move was changed, and Zhuo Fengru was called back.

Until he came across with a stick, his stick was fierce and fierce.

Zhuo Fengru said: \ "This is Shaolin Temple's magic wand method!

Mingfei really abruptly closed his stick and laughed.

"Yes, it is the Fu Wand! What a special opinion Zhuo Zhuo has.

"My nephew is martial, so good. But uh, why should I have a special opinion?"

Mingfei was really silent for a while, and threw the clothesline to the ground.

"Come on, Lord Zhuo, go early." Turned away after finishing talking.

Zhuo Fengru was inexplicable, but did not know what to say, followed him into the dining room. q

When he got in the door, he saw his swollen and indivisible son, standing in front of Hua Feihua, and she was saying something.

Look at Hua Feihua and Zuli and others are not looking right, busy. Go to the front.

"You all know? The old man can assure you that this is definitely the last-time.

Hua Feihua yelled: "Master Zhuo, what is the last time?"

"Ah?" Zhuo Fengru turned to look at his son, "Poor children, what did you tell others?"

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