Chapter 23

"Beiwang sword sect, Mo Linglong, please!"

In the broad courtyard, Mo Linglong holds a sword in his right hand and pinches the sword finger in his left hand. A pair of sword eyes look directly at Guo fan.

"Please!"

Guo fan stands opposite with bare hands and feet on the ground. His momentum is like a pine, like a rock, and he doesn't move like a clock.

"Take it!"

Mo Linglong's wrist trembled. The long sword was like a poisonous snake coming out of the hole. It was a little faster than Guo fan's wrist.

They were more than ten feet apart, but her foot was only a little, and her body appeared in front of her.

This kind of force making skill is very exquisite!

Ordinary people force, the greater the strength under their feet, the faster the running speed, and vice versa.

Even Guo fan, without internal power, is the same.

But Mo Linglong obviously violated this law.

It seems that although the martial arts in this world are weak, their martial arts also have their own uniqueness, which can not be underestimated.

"Good!"

With a light praise in his mouth, Guo fan turned his big hand, turned his five fingers into claws, and buckled it to the incoming blade.

Tiger claw skill is an introductory skill of the fierce tiger sect. He has been immersed in it for more than ten years and is already familiar with it.

This means that with a slight button, there is a sense of catching the four sides, which makes Mo Linglong's beautiful eyes shrink.

She knew that Guo fan's five fingers were as hard as fine steel, and the tiger's claws were fierce. Once he was detained, it was difficult to recapture them.

As soon as the sword style changed, the wrist shook, and the long sword changed like a swimming fish shaking water.

"Yila..."

The five fingers crossed the ridge of the sword and made a harsh sound.

Some sparks splashed, Mo Linglong's body flashed, and the sword light jumped up, pointing to Guo fan's vital points.

In the fierce fight, she still didn't forget to tell the root of Beiwang sword school.

"Beiwang sword sect was born 300 years ago. At that time, the world was divided into six countries. All countries fought with each other and all people were robbed."

"My ancestor studied from Saint Wen, but he was proficient in swordsmanship. Later, he traveled to six countries and finally became a generation of swordsman!"

"Shua!"

"Shua!"

The long sword is like a dragon. It's delicate and unstable.

Although the strength is not strong, it is often unexpected, which makes it difficult for Guo fan to suppress his convergent strength for a time.

"Later, three generations of ancestors took the road ahead again and integrated several swordsmanship into one. Only then did they have the current Beiwang sword formula!"

Mo Linglong opened her eyes and rushed.

"Pick me up and look north at the rivers and mountains!"

"Hiss..."

The blade broke through the air, but there was a crack wind.

It means that the strength reaches the later stage of body refining in the fierce tiger gate.

And Mo Linglong is obviously far away.

It can only be said that this North looking sword formula really has its uniqueness.

"The previous swordsmanship is really good!"

Guo fan praised, his body retreated, but his momentum suddenly rose, like a fierce tiger standing up suddenly and patting it out with one claw.

"Peng!"

The Qi in front of the claw was violent and collided with the blade.

"Hum..."

Mo Linglong's long sword trembled rapidly and his body was not hard enough. He stepped back a few steps before he stopped.

She looked down at the long sword in her palm, and her face couldn't help feeling bitter.

"No matter how good the sword technique is, it can't compare with your divine power."

"Otherwise."

Guo fan shook his head solemnly: "I can win you because of the great disparity in strength. In terms of techniques, it may not be like you."

That's true.

He can win because martial arts flourished in his previous life and he stands at a higher starting point.

There are many experts in previous lives.

Body refining can't even flow into the stream. It's also occasionally heard of the existence of Qi training, congenital and even congenital.

The methods created by so many experts are far from comparable to those in this world in terms of how to stimulate the potential of the physical body and even refine Qi.

If they change positions, he's afraid they're not as good as each other.

After all, Mo Linglong should be a first-class martial arts genius with the method of observing people's roots and bones of menghumen!

It's a pity that I didn't meet the world.

"Sir, I'm modest."

Mo Linglong's face was relaxed and convinced and said, "natural divine power, which is also a part of strength."

"Oh..."

Guo fan shook his head gently.

Even if he was born with divine power, he could not be so much better than the other party without the white tiger spirit.

"Miss Mo, I'm very interested in some of your power methods. Can I have a look?"

"This..."

Mo Linglong looked puzzled and then shook his head gently: "sorry, the door rules are limited. You can't pass on the Dharma formula unless you are a disciple of our sect."

"That's a pity."

Guo fan sighed with regret.

Not surprisingly.

Maybe it's because no one in this world has developed internal power, so he has dug deeply in the transformation of physical strength.

Whether it is the steel needle like strength of Zhengquan sect or the subtle changes of Beiwang sword school, it has its own particularity.

Other sects and sects have similar methods.

If you can learn it, the stone of the mountain can attack jade. I believe it can also improve his strength.

"Don't regret, sir."

Mo Linglong's beautiful eyes turned and said, "as far as I know, some sects do not prohibit the spread of their own martial arts methods. Even the central government and the military have similar martial arts skills to practice."

"Oh!"

Guo fan's eyes lit up.

This is a way.

It seems that the upper limit of martial arts is not high, so people here are not very conservative about martial arts.

"Dong... Dong..."

Just as he was about to ask, a knock at the door sounded.

"Enter!"

"Creak..."

The outer door was pushed open and a man came in with a smile.

"Ma Chao!"

Guo fan glanced at the visitor with a smile on his mouth: "after changing his skin, he looks like a model."

"Right!"

The horse stretched out his hands excitedly on his face and showed his clothes: "I didn't wear this when I was in the capital."

"It seems that you have a blessing in disguise."

Guo fan nodded: "how do you have time to come?"

"If it hadn't been for Liu tou, you would have come to see you."

Ma Chao shook his head and said, "do you know how hard it took me to come in this time?"

"Really?"

Guo fan was noncommittal.

A few days ago, he broke into prison to save Su peihuai. Although he was successful, it obviously made some people resist.

On the way back, he was taken to this quiet place, and there were heavy soldiers around.

Only Mo Linglong, a girl who was righteous, came in with her.

"No!"

The horse patted his thigh and said, "Liu tou, I didn't say you. You shouldn't have been so impulsive."

"Woman, it's a disaster!"

He secretly glanced at Mo Linglong on one side, shook his head and said, "fortunately, it's really miss Su's family around you. Otherwise, Liu tou would have been used as a gun emissary, and he would have been guilty of prison robbery in vain!"

“……”

Guo fan's eyes flickered.

He didn't believe in Su Manqi, but Beirong people.

Wu Yunzhao colluded with Beirong. He first learned this from the Liang population around Banda.

Besides Wu Yunzhao, there is also a chief soldier.

Unfortunately, at that time, he was so murderous that he didn't give the man a chance to finish.

Now think about it, I regret it.

But even if he returned to that time, he would not be merciful.

"What's going on outside?"

Ma Chao replied, "Lord Su was reinstated, and Wu Yunzhao was pressed into the prison, waiting for disposal."

"No?"

"How could you kill him so easily?"

Ma Chao shook his head and said, "there must be more than Wu Yunzhao who colluded with Beirong. How can you kill him without asking?"

"And after all, he is a court official. No matter what law he has committed, he needs to report it."

"Yes!"

Ma Chao patted her forehead and said, "Miss Su, who sacrificed her life to save her father, is now a celebrity in the city. I don't know how many people visit her. There is no way to throw all kinds of gift stickers and marriage certificates."

"Well, she hasn't come to see you these days?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Mo Linglong's face changed and went forward to drink: "Manqi must be because of something, otherwise he wouldn't come to see us!"

"Where am I talking nonsense?"

Forced by his power, the horse shrank towards the body and took two steps back before roaring back again: "women are a disaster, they can't be relied on!"

"Head."

He looked at Guo fan and said, "I heard that your reward had already come down, but just because of this, all adults were worried that you would make trouble again, so they cut it off."

"I think you should take a soft suit and say a few nice words to all adults. At that time, you will be able to go out with the wind and scenery. It's better not to stay here."

"Well..."

Guo fan shrinks his eyes and examines Ma Chao again.

"You've been promoted to a hundred families, haven't you?"

"Good!"

Ma Chao raised his long shirt, revealed a nameplate hanging at his waist, and proudly raised his eyebrows.

"It all depends on Liu tou's credit. If not, how could our Ma Dynasty have today."

"Good."

Guo fan nodded and said indifferently, "it's not worth knowing each other if we can raise a hundred households, but you don't have to come in the future."

"Head..."

The horse froze and turned pale.

"You go!"

Guo fan's face remained unchanged. With a wave of his big hand, he turned and walked inside the house: "Miss Mo, see off the guests for me."

"Yes."

Mo Linglong was overjoyed. Su's hand stretched out and stared at Ma Chao: "look, come on, the gate is behind you."

Ignoring the noise outside, Guo fan slowly closes the door.

He met Ma chaoben by chance, and Su Manqi was just the same. He acted only according to his preferences.

If you continue to communicate, you can't help it.

But now Ma Chao has obviously been bought off, and his words are full of tricks, which is no longer pure.

This makes Guo fan unhappy.

He is a man of few temperament. He doesn't like complicated people's hearts, nor can he tolerate intrigues in mundane affairs.

Since you are not a passer-by, it's good to get together and disperse.

Ma Chao is like this, so is Su Manqi

When he was calm, he sat on the futon in the room and worked his internal power silently.

At this time, his internal power cultivation has penetrated the first serious, and went straight to the second serious with an amazing speed.

Less than two months, through a serious.

In previous lives, even those outstanding disciples of famous schools may not be able to catch up with them.

However, this is not to say that Guo fan is gifted. It should be because he has internal power cultivation.

It's just a recovery period.

After all, Guo fan can get through several serious problems no matter how qualified he is.

See the situation, the original body should only pass two serious, and the third is unlikely to pass, that is, the time for rapid recovery is not long.

…………

When Guo fan was practicing in seclusion, several people gathered secretly in a dark house.

"Wu Yunzhao has been put in prison. I'm afraid he'll recruit you out soon."

"Lord Baylor, you promised us that you would protect me and wait!"

"Of course."

In the dark, someone smiled: "but I can protect you from death, but I can't protect your family."

"Bang..."

When the seat rolled, a man suddenly stood up and said angrily, "Lord Baylor, are you... Are you going to destroy Nuo?"

"Don't get angry."

Baylor smiled and stretched out his hand. "I have a way not only to protect your family, but also to make you stand out. Of course, it's in Beirong."

Someone hesitated and said, "what can I do?"

"Sacrifice to the capital!"

“……”

There was a sudden silence in the field.

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