Fang Ye had a look of shock on her face. Since Bi Fanrou's skill with flying knives was better than that of Liang Qishen, wasn't Liang Qishen her senior brother? Why was Bi Fanrou's flying knife so much more powerful than that of Liang Qishen that they had fought against before?

Fang Ye fell to the right and turned back, leaving several afterimages behind. Another flying knife flew past the tip of Fang Ye's nose and disappeared into the forest behind Fang Ye.

Fang Ye turned around, leaving an afterimage to the left or right, and another flying knife was shot towards the vest where he was turning around. Fang Ye Lingbo turned slightly, and since this knife cut through his clothes,

Shot directly into his shoulder.

As soon as the flying knife touched Fang Ye's skin, it made a "ding" sound and was fired immediately.

Fang Ye was depressed. Although the force of Bi Fanrou's flying knife was far less powerful than that of Liang Qishen, her knife skills were sharper. Even if he used Lingbo Weibu at half the speed, it would be difficult to dodge.

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When Liang Qishen proudly said that he had learned two points about Xiao Li's Flying Knife, Fang Ye thought it was so amazing, but he didn't expect that since he couldn't even compare with his junior sister, he was really stupid.

Of course, it would be easy for Fang Ye to take a shot of the flying knife, or stretch out his fingers to catch the flying knife. After all, Bi Fanrou's internal strength cultivation level is far different from his. The strength of this flying knife is equivalent to the level three peak.

In front of a person with internal strength, as long as he can block it, he can't hurt him at all.

Fang Ye used his internal energy to pour into his legs, used the Lingbo Wei Step to the extreme, and dodged six flying knives from Bi Fanrou in a row.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" After Fang Ye dodged Bi Fanrou's last flying knife, he saw that the other party had stopped. He stopped with his feet and stood up and asked.

Bi Fanrou walked up to Fang Ye and said softly: "Senior, Fanrou only carries ten flying knives."

"Only ten? What a pity." Fang Ye was running happily just now, and his speed and agility could not lag behind Leng Xinru's when they were fighting the two-headed golden python.

It was far ahead of them. Now Fang Ye wanted to try more. Fortunately, nothing would go wrong when fighting for the Blood Fruit three days later. Unexpectedly, Bi Fanrou only had ten throwing knives.

"Don't worry, what I just said will naturally count. After I leave, I will leave the next two moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to your brother." Fang Ye held the flying weapon he had been holding in his hand.

The knife was handed to Bi Fanrou.

Bi Fanrou took the flying knife, looked at Fang Ye and said with a smile, "Thank you, senior." Although there are only two moves, it is good to have two more moves.

"Yes." Fang Ye nodded and walked to the stone where he was sitting before. Just as he was about to meditate, Bi Fanrou ran to Fang Ye's side, tilted his head and said, "Senior, your clothes are torn, Fanrou

Let me replenish it for you."

As she said that, she took out a small bag from her arms, took out a needle and thread, and sat next to Fang Ye, holding Fang Ye's damaged clothes in her left hand.

Fang Ye was about to refuse, but he turned his head and saw Bi Fanrou's serious look as he carefully mended the holes in his clothes. Looking at that innocent baby face, and breathing in the light fragrance surrounding him, Fang Ye took a deep breath.

, looked at that pretty face and fell silent.

Since his parents died in a fire three years ago, no one has ever mended his clothes as carefully as Bi Fanrou.

Fang Ye stared blankly at Bi Fanrou's baby face. Bi Fanrou stretched out her beautiful white teeth and bit the thin thread, looked up at Fang Ye and said with a smile: "Okay, senior!"

"Ahem, cough, cough, you should have a good rest!" Fang Ye coughed a few times and turned his head to look at Bi Fantian, who was practicing "Exalted Dragon with Regret" hard.

Bi Fanrou didn't see Fang Ye's appearance just now. She followed Fang Ye's gaze to Bi Fantian, who was already sweating profusely, and asked a little unbearably: "Senior, Xiaotian has been practicing for several hours, do you want him to

take a break?"

"Rest?" Fang Ye looked at Bi Fantian who was indeed about to lose strength, nodded and agreed, "Let him rest for an hour."

"Thank you, senior. I'll tell Xiaotian to stop right now." Bi Fanrou smiled, hurriedly got off the stone, leaving a trace of fragrance, and ran towards Bi Fantian.

Looking at Bi Fanrou running away, Fang Ye shook his head and shook off the ripples in his heart.

"Well, the night after tomorrow, people from the six base cities will rush to Qiyun Mountain to snatch the Blood Origin Fruit. Since I forgot to ask how many fruits there were on the Blood Origin Tree, I was really careless." Fang Ye frowned deeply.

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This blood source fruit is so important to Fang Ye. He must grab one as soon as possible during that robbery. He has Lingbo Weibu, although his rushing speed cannot keep up with level 5 people like Leng Xin and them.

Awakening warriors, but even if they move around in a small area, they will never be able to catch up with him.

As long as there are not too few Blood Origin Fruits and not many people are staring at the same Blood Origin Fruit, it shouldn't be difficult for him to grab one. When the time comes, he can redeem the Nine Yin Manual immediately, and his strength will definitely increase greatly.

After the strength is greatly increased, it will be very easy to grab one for Leng Xinru, who has already promised.

Bi Fantian followed Bi Fanrou to Fang Ye's side. He was panting heavily and did not dare to look into Fang Ye's eyes. He said in a low tone: "Senior, I still haven't learned the trick of 'arrogant but regretful'."

Fang Ye looked at the depressed Bi Tianfan and asked, "The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are not that easy to learn. How many meters can the dragon-shaped energy be shot now?"

"You can only shoot up to seven meters. Once it exceeds seven meters, the strength of the dragon shape will be dispersed. Senior, is it because my internal strength is not enough?" Bi Fantian felt that his internal strength was too weak. Although Fang Ye

He can shoot seventy or eighty meters with one palm, but who is Fang Ye? Bi Fantian doesn't think he can compare to Fang Ye.

"Nonsense, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are top-notch powerful palm techniques. Even if you only have level two internal strength, you can still shoot a dragon-shaped force of more than twenty meters to nearly thirty meters. If the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are also like

With ordinary palm techniques such as Iron Sand Palm, a warrior with level 2 internal strength can only release his energy half a meter out of the palm, so how can it be called the strongest and most yang palm technique in the world."

"Let's rest for a while and continue practicing later. As long as you shoot the dragon-shaped energy twenty meters away, I will teach you the next palm move. You have to make good use of it. You only have three days. How many palms can you learn?

But it depends on your qualifications."

"Then I will continue practicing now." When Bi Fantian heard what Fang Ye said about three days, he suddenly felt anxious. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were the martial arts that he had always wanted to learn since he was a child, and now he finally got it.

How could he be willing to accept a chance to learn if he could only learn one palm.

Fang Ye waved his right hand, and his inner energy surged, and the air wave directly hit Bi Fantian's body, knocking him to the ground. When Bi Fanrou saw Fang Ye slap her brother down, she rushed forward to help Bi Fantian up.

Fang Ye didn't stop him. Looking at the sweating Bi Fantian who was being helped up by Bi Fanrou, he reminded him: "Bi Fantian, don't forget that you are also a warrior yourself. Don't you know that going too far is not equal?"

"Rest first and wait an hour before practicing again." As he said that, Fang Ye closed his eyes and continued to practice the internal skills and mental methods of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Bi Fanrou looked at Fang Ye who was meditating on the stone with his eyes closed, then turned to look at the panting Bi Fantian, pursed her delicate lips: "Xiaotian, just listen to the seniors and rest for an hour to restore your internal strength.
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