v17 Chapter 521： notes

The first second is to join hands and prepare to catch Zifeng's thing, and they will fight each other in the next second.

This is the situation in the world. The same is true of human nature. There are no eternal enemies, no eternal friends, only eternal benefits.

Foil and others also resumed their previous battles to earn points.

In the same place, only five people, including Zifeng, remained.

"Do you have enough points?" Zifeng asked.

Lin Jin and others nodded. "I grabbed a head and scored enough to pass the evaluation."

Also say, "Oh, this is enough, and it doesn't make much sense to catch it."

Qin Feiyang and Liu Yanran also nodded, saying that this was enough.

A group of five people did not participate in the battle afterwards and left.

For the one-month evaluation, everyone must return to the Sword Sect Mountain Gate on the last day.

The long-awaited deacon is responsible for recording the score and giving the ranking at the end.

Crack Swordsmanship, outside the mountain gate, ten deacons took the lead.

Next to them are the five members of Zifeng.

They were the first to return to record scores.

Zifeng smiled slightly, recalling this month, his mouth lifted up with a sense of satisfaction inexplicably. A month ago, he had just arrived at Jianpai Mountain Gate, lining up all the way to register.

A month later, in the same place, he gained four friends and four sincere friendships.

For him, these four friendships, birth and death this month, are more important than many things.

In the last life, although he is everyone's killer, but his life is lonely, not a few friends.

In this life, I met, but I met conspiracy and conspiracy.

The only thing that makes him happy and valued is the only old man who loves him.

Today, these friendships made him very satisfied.

He also cherishes these friendships.

It cannot be said that he is emotional, it can only be said that it is a state of mind.

At this time, Lin Jin and the others next to her were a little bored and chatting.

Zifeng took out the wind sword from the dry kun bag and said to Liu Liuran, "This is for you."

"Good?" Liu Yan was stunned.

Zifeng smiled. "Last time, you said I was the lowest, and of course the golden wings belonged to me. Now, you seem to be the weakest, and the sword will be given to you."

According to the facts, the last Golden Wing Pill should be given to Liu Yuran. This time Fengjian, it is considered to return to her favor.

Liu Yanran gave a beautiful flash, but didn't take it, but asked, "This is a precious spirit. Are you willing to give it to me?"

"It's just that you thought I would catch your martial arts, haha."

Liu Yanran looked like an angry man.

Zifeng smiled painfully, the women were really stingy.

"I don't have martial arts on the ground. If there is, I will give it to you." Zifeng said with a smile.

This is a fact. In his opinion, the martial arts dreamed of by other fighters is not a precious thing.

His cards, whether it is Ziyan or Shura, are more precious than martial arts.

However, Ziyan does not mean that the Hail Sword can "catch" and attach it to the fire beast's control. It cannot be given, and no one else can get it.

Shura's practice is almost impossible for outsiders to train.

The savage breath on the blood of the beast, even the crazy blood of the year, can hardly be suppressed, let alone other people.

Let us not say that other people do not know the existence of the Shura War. I didn't know that this year's crazy blood was so strong because of the Shura War.

Even if you know and cultivate it, it is very dangerous. It is no less than putting a time bomb in your body.

Only the purple wind with the hail sword inexplicably eliminated the cruel breath, and there was no danger of practice.

"Oh." At this moment, Liu Yan snorted and snorted. "You can speak."

"This is a windy sword, I don't want it." Liu Yanran's eyebrows showed joy, but there was no need to scrape the sword.

"Don't?" Zifeng was stunned.

"Yes." Liu Yanran said, "If you can, please send me something else next time?"

Liu Yanran smiled and said, "I haven't thought about it. If you see something you like next time, look for it again."

If he examines his body now, he will find that his internal organs were broken into pieces by the sound of the sword.

Zifeng's face was cold, and he never looked at him again.

The three-hundred-foot whirlwind in the sky is actually just a scorpion.

He is now ruined for five years.

The height of the body's gas spring and liquid reaches more than 1,600 feet.

The previous Haiyan, I did not hold hands.

Killing the elder of the sword hall is also reasonable.

Now Zifeng is not the same cave in Dongxuan Boy's cave more than a month ago.

"Here you are." Xiaoyi walked towards Gu Changkong step by step.

Gu Changkong lives in the same place.

There was only panic on his face.

"Xiao Zifeng, don't kill me" Gu Chang squatted or even squatted down.

In front of this broad public, all the disciples, deacons and elders faced each other.

Without considering the identity of his swordsman, he fell directly.

"Everything is a teacher, the four elders are guiding him."

Gu Changkong no longer called the sword elders his master, but the four elders.

Xiaoyi's footsteps did not stop until he walked towards Gu Changkong.

Looking at the wolf in front of him, the unbearable and despicable figure, a disgusting color flashed in Zi Feng's eyes.

"Do you really think I don't know anything?" Zifeng cold aisle.

"Elder Yi once told me that the elders of the sword hall are repairing the gentlest kendo."

"He treats you like going out, helping and training."

"It's just that he forgot. He is a gentle sword. How can he teach martial arts?"

"Over time, he changed his kendo to be hard, gentle, hot, full of kendo, nondescript, but hurt himself."

"If it doesn't suit you, he won't fall into the battlefield like today."

"You are a disciple. He received the white man and taught him."

In the last sentence, Zifeng's words were squeezed out of the teeth, very cold.

The elder of the sword hall, everything is for the sky.

Today, what is communicating is that Gu Changkong does not admit that the teacher is in order to survive, and even pushes everything to the teacher's respect for the mountain.

"Death." Zifeng held the **** sword in his hand, cold and cold.

"Damn you." Gu Changkong's face suddenly changed dramatically.

Shot by two fingers, a terrifying sword, from the tip of the finger, the power has broken through the mysterious eight.

Obviously, this is the guardian spirit given to him by Wushu elders.

He thought, so close.

In any case, Zifeng could not stop this sword.