The eyes were full of admiration and admiration.I knew that Yao's sister was a powerful one, but this face-changing kung fu was more and more pure.He was so angry that he was going to die, because of his brother’s words and a good speech with a smile on his face.

How did she do it?

The people present, only the ink and the cold secret of the two people's appearance have not changed, and they still look at Fang Yao with a shallow wind.The former smiles, the latter ice paralysis.

“Look at you, the cold master is working hard and coming from a long way.”Your attitude is wrong!In this world, only the teachers pick the apprentices, and there are apprentices who choose the teachers.You want to make the cold ware master unhappy, not only to live up to your ninth brother's best intentions, the second sister will be angry."The second sister was angry, and the consequences were quite serious.

Fang Yao blinked his eyes, the eyes of the eyebrows faint smile, that eye is a test of direct shooting.

He licked his lower lip and felt his throat dry.When he grew up so large, he only saw his second sister's temper once, and that was the first time he skipped class when he had just entered Baihui Hall.He was caught by the second sister, and the ass felt pain after two years.

Anyway, his thin arm is not twisted the second sister's thigh, it is better to go!

Founder was about to agree, but the cold ware was cold and said: "Since he does not agree, this thing is not enough!"

She also has trouble with her brother.

It is better to use this time to properly think about two sets of new swords.

“Fang Yao has a headache, how can you persuade this side, and then something else?”It's not over, is it?

She looked for help.She can get it right, the cold urinary is his person, this kind of sex is afraid and only listen to his words.

Mo laughed, cold ware since it came, and said that it was the block of material, and the apprentice would undoubtedly receive it.Saying this, but it was also irritated by the correct attitude.

I thought how arrogant the cold ware was, and I did not expect to be excited by the three words of a hairy boy.

It made him a bit of an accident.

"Cold sury, little is a little skill, do you want to try him?"As long as you shoot, you can see the advantages of Xiao Zheng, cold suture is also a love talent, will inevitably be persuaded by the advantages of the square, there will be no such thing as not to accept the apprentice.

Fang Yao nodded, feeling that the ink away from this method is very good.Instead of saying so much good things, it is better to convince each other with facts.

The little boy is an arrogant child, and this cold heart is even more arrogant.The two are somewhat dissatisfied with each other, this test, may be able to eliminate the doubts in the heart, see each other's excellence.

"That's a good idea, you've done it with her."Even if you don’t worship the teacher, you can learn a lot.Mo Xuan poked his square arm in the path of courage.

"Little Zheng, you and the cold sutler have a sword in your hands, and if you want to be good at using the sword, you can compare and draw with the sword, go!"Fang Yao encouraged.She also wanted to see what kind of state this cold-enourded martial arts was able to get such a high evaluation.

He was holding the sword, a little hesitant.They are all martial arts people, they have a keen sense of each other's aura, and the hard work of cold suture is far above him, which is not true.He was curious as to how much higher he was, and let the ninth brother recommend her as his master.

“Get the sword, kid.”Mo left is also an inspiration to be compared with the cold urinary test.

Only after the fight to know that cold medicine is not suitable for the correct master.And the square is not qualified enough to be a cold-throated apprentice.

“Okay, then fight!”It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good fight with someone.Although Mo Xuancheng sat with him to practice martial arts, but all are small and noisy until the end, Xiao Xuan's kung fu is slightly better than him, everyone is a brother, when he shoots, it is inevitable that some convergence is not used to use all his strength.Cold ware is different, there is no relationship between them, and she is also with a thinking mentality, so that there will not be so much scruples when shooting.

Mo drew his sword from the square, and the cold secret did not move, knowing that the cold secret could not see the positive kung fu above, and he was disdainful of the trick.I can't help but say, "Cold, cut with him!"

It sounded like a repeat, but the cold occult knew that Mo left it to give orders to her.

Since you are in his house and serve him, you must obey the orders and obey the arrangements.

The cold-enourage is square, and the look has no meaning of contempt, which can make people feel arrogant when they look at it.

“Three moves.”She coldly spit out two words, meaning, only with the square more than three tricks.

"Well, three strokes."Regular competition, three strokes can be determined, cold and secret said only three tricks, but there is nothing wrong.

Only Mo Wei and Fang Yao know that the square can only catch the three tricks of cold ware at most.Down the game, it’s harder to lose.

“Come on, little right.”Mo Xuan patted the square shoulder and cheered him.Then follow Mo and Fang Yao retreated to the side, making room for them to try.

Saying that it is more than trying, in fact, it is to let Fang Zheng and cold to ask for a few tricks.With his skill, he is not qualified to be in the same place as cold.

"Cold Master, please."The sword is drawn, rotated in the air, danced a beautiful sword flower, and when it stopped, the sword pointed cold and urinary.

Very formal sword-making, this is the first feeling of the cold to the other side, but also just formal, less flexible and creative.It’s all about imitating others, without their own strength.

Good enough, enough strength.

The cold genie clasped the long sword darkly, and the sword in her hand was wrapped in a black cloth, and there was only one sword hilt outside.The hilt of the sword, like the clothes on her, was dark, but with a little mystery.

She was looking forward to drawing her sword to see how the sword in the master's hand was different from that in his hand.But the cold urin seemed to have no intention of drawing the sword, and even the posture of holding the sword did not change.

What do you mean?

Was she ready to draw the sword?

Fang Zheng said, “Master, why didn’t you pull out your sword?”

“No.”Cold roust faintly spat out two words, one colder than one, one more than one that felt slighted.

"We are more than swordsmanship, how can we compare without drawing swords?"Some are angry.

"Without drawing a sword, it is better."But she used the sword sheath, and he used the blade, so different.

Founder felt humiliated, cold and unburdened even the sword, is not too disrespectful to his opponent.

"Little Zheng, just a few tricks with the cold sutlerian, do not care about the form."

Fang Yao was afraid that Fang was drilling the horny tip of the bull and hurriedly shouted at him.Just to teach, not the game, what matters if you can't pull the sword.In addition, even if it is a regular game, as long as people think they are sure, there is also the power to not draw the sword.

He understands this truth, but his heart is still a little unswell.After all, he had never been in this situation before, and it was normal for a moment to think of it.

"You two don't hurt each other until you're done."He saw that the battle had been turned out, and he did not forget to say a word again.The intention is to say to the cold, because her skill is too much higher than the square.But he was afraid that he was listening to this, thinking that he also looked at him, and his heart was more uncomfortable, so he changed his mouth.