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"Daddy."

Zhang murfei turned and looked.

Zhang shuihan walks past.

"The worst is begging for food, and you will come out in the end."

"As a man, you should be able to hold it up and put it down."

"In short, it's nothing to lose, but after losing, it's the expression of incompetence."

Listening to Chunchun's teachings, Zhang murfei took a deep breath and said, "it's my fault. I didn't expect him to be so strong."

"I just can't accept it for a while."

Zhang shuihan nodded and looked thoughtful.

After a long time.

"He's really strong, especially in kendo. My father thinks he's mistaken. I'm afraid he knows the essence of Taiji twelve swords better than my father."

"What?"

Zhang murfei looked at him in surprise.

That man is so strong

Zhang shuihan smiled bitterly and said, "maybe I think more about it. How could he have something to do with xianyunmen? Although there are few talents in the world, there are also some arrogant sons in the world. This little brother is such a person."

"Murphy, if I were you, I would make friends with it, not against it."

"Dad, I regret it now. I knew he was so strong. How could I be the enemy?"

Zhang murfei regretted.

"But it's not too late now. The man and your third brother are friends and still live in xianyunzong. This is an opportunity. If you want to improve your swordsmanship, you need to apologize first and ask for advice."

"So much for a father. You can understand nature. If you can't understand it, you can do it at will."

Zhang shuihan said and left.

Zhang murfei left a tangled face.

Zhang shuihan is disappointed. How could he give up such a big son.

When I heard that, I was angry. I knew he was so strong. How could I be the enemy?

On the contrary, if the other side is not so strong, the meaning should be the enemy.

This kind of mentality is really villain mentality, far less than the third son Zhang Cuiyun.

"Hum, it's just a early nirvana. He doesn't deserve to ask me modestly!"

"I will inherit the throne of the patriarch in the future. At that time, the scenery will be boundless. If this black history is spread out, will my face of Murphy go?"

Zhang Moyun's face was gloomy and murmured: "third brother, don't think that man is strong, but it has nothing to do with you. Seven days later, I should step on you. After all, I will step on you. With me, you never want to turn over."

The sword conference is held every year by xianyunzong.

The disciples of Xianyun sect mainly practice sword.

In order to make many disciples perfect in kendo, so as to stimulate the competitiveness of the disciples.

Every year, Zhang murfei is the first.

Over the years, xianyunzong has been used to it from top to bottom.

In recent days, Ling Hao has been consolidating his accomplishments. He has reached the peak of the early nirvana, and is almost in the middle of the period.

This realm needs not only the refinement of truth, but also the comprehension of mood.

The more life and death crisis, the easier to break through.

Zhang Cuiyun has nothing to do with her business. She will always come to give Linghao some wine.

So, two people come and go, it's an acquaintance.

That day, Linghao was practicing sword. Zhang Cuiyun saw it and wanted to learn this strange sword technique.

"Well, this is Xianji's swordsmanship. It should be passed on to his disciples."

This sword technique is called the immortal eighteen swords.

There are 18 moves in total.

From ancient times, xianyunzong only learned the first ten moves, but the last ten moves were never seen.

This is also the pain in the hearts of the leaders of all ages!

"Here Brother Ling, why is this swordsmanship so familiar? "

Linghao heard that and smiled.

"You practice without asking."

Zhang Cuiyun nodded and looked serious.

At this moment, he fully knows that this new friend is not simple.

It is likely to have something to do with Xianyun clan.

Is he the illegitimate son of some elder?

Zhang Cuiyun began to think.

If Ling Hao knew that, he would never let him go.

"My God, the immortal eighteen swords. If my father knew the last eight swords, and the elders knew it, I don't know what expression it would be."

Zhang Cuiyun's heart was in turmoil.

This matter is of great importance to the overall strength of xianyunzong in the future.

So he worked harder to practice his sword.

Under Ling Hao's guidance, he entered the realm of great master from a master of kendo.

It's only four days!

There are three days to go before the conference.

He has become a great master of kendo, just like his elder brother Li Mofei.

"Brother Ling, I don't want to say much about gratitude. If the immortal secret place is opened, I will try my best to find the fairy fruit for you."

Zhang Cuishan really appreciates him.

This kind of kindness completely changed his future cultivation path.

Ling Hao said, "it doesn't matter."

Anyway, he wants to go to that mysterious place. As long as there are fairies in it, he will get them anyway.

To help Zhang Cuiyun, I just feel that he has a good character.

He is willing to teach.

"Ha ha, after three days, I must surprise everyone!"

"Before, big brother was a waste at a time. If he knew that I had surpassed him now, he would not know how he felt."