"Well, there will be another contest tomorrow. Let's go back and have a rest early. Yunji, elder, you have worked hard. " Gu Fenghua said to the crowd.

Looking at the silent night clouds, her eyes are full of tenderness. She knew that the reason why Ye Yunji spared no effort to accompany them to practice their sword skills was all because of her.

"We also benefit a lot from our cultivation with the Lord. It's not worth mentioning a little hard work." Weng Yuanming said politely.

It's not flattering Gu Fenghua, but it's from the bottom of my heart. Gu Fenghua's sword, which brought them too much shock and enlightenment.

The three brothers have made up their minds, but they haven't figured out this kind of combined skill. These days, they have been practicing with Gu Fenghua and others. They are deeply inspired and try to refine their combined skills, but they also have a little success.

Finish saying, a few people walk toward the room quickly. Today, Tang junhou is playing at a high level, and Gu Fenghua and his colleagues have to deal with it wholeheartedly. The more later they come, the higher the success rate of a sword with both attack and defense. They feel the change and gain a lot from it, so they have to go back to understand it.

"You go first. I'm not tired." Night cloud silent smile, to Gu Fenghua said.

"Well, I'll go back first." Gu Fenghua showed a shallow but warm smile.

"By the way, what about that guy, don't you care about him?" A few people are about to leave, Luo en suddenly points at Tang junhou and says anxiously.

Up to now, the guy is still sticking under the wall in a big shape, and hasn't been able to come down for a long time.

Follow her vision to see, leaf colorless and white fat person also show the color of worry. Tang junhou's performance tonight is really good. His combat power is far more powerful than before. But just because of this, he is more resistant to the shock from the defensive air shield. Can't he be too injured to recover? If you hurt the root of the Holy Spirit, or even lose your life, it's not good.

"Hello, Tianxiang liushuangguo is still needed. You're doing well today. I'll give you some more." Gu Fenghua turned to shout at Tang junhou. He didn't look worried at all.

"How many?" Tang junhou, who had just pasted on the wall like a new year picture, immediately turned his head and asked with a nosebleed.

"Or ten, do you want it or not? I'll leave if I don't come here." Gu Fenghua said.

"Yes, yes!" Thus, the master of Tang shaozong suddenly came back to life full of blood and jumped over.

Seeing this scene, Lorne and others were stunned and swore in their hearts: they will never worry about this guy again. This is just the Xiaoqiang among the Xiaoqiang. The tenacity and gentleness of vitality are as good as that little owl. Where do they need to worry.

He throws ten Tianxiang liushuangguo to Tang junhou. Gu Fenghua and others go back to their rooms to have a rest. Tang junhou, who gets the benefits, is so happy that he can't be seen in the blink of an eye. Weng Yuanming, who is thinking about the joint attack sword skill, goes back to his room happily. In the yard, only yeyunji is left.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the yard is still.

"Devil The night cloud stillness suddenly low voice calls a way.

In a flash of light, a little black dog appeared at his feet. He looked very naive. Of course, if you know its true identity, no one will associate it with the word "charmingly naive".

"Master, you finally think of me. I'm so happy, so happy, so excited, so excited." The little black dog bit his trouser legs and turned around excitedly, but his mouth was full of tender voices.