Because of a piece of marinated meat, Dong Erpang was so upset for a long time. In the next few days, he spoke sarcastically. Everyone had a long understanding of his temperament, and they were not angry, and they laughed it off.

Zhao Xifeng was still half-wake-up. He always stopped suddenly when he was walking with the car, holding his waist with his right hand, and his whole body kept trembling and struggling. Cao Xiyun explained to everyone that it was a sign that the sword move was not going to be successful, and asked everyone not to mess with him as much as possible. So Sun Wenzhen carefully dismantled Zhao Xifeng's Panlong Sword and hid it in the carriage, so that Zhao Xifeng could not control his sword intent and suddenly made a move to hurt people unconsciously.

Although Dong Erpang and Gu Qingyuan were not convinced about the last "sword" of Zhao Xifeng during dinner that day, it was a "raid" during the fight between the two, but they were also quite impressed. From Zhao Xifeng's first glance at the swordsmanship to the "one sword" with full strength, it was only three days! This speed was enough to make the so-called genius of other sword cultivators in the Great Zhou Dynasty ashamed of themselves.

"This kid, since he started practicing swordsmanship, he has not said a word. It's so boring." Dong Erpang let out a big breath in the air, shook his head and sighed. He and Zhao Xifeng have been quarreling and fighting since childhood. Although he lost more than he won, he also cultivated friendship behind him in the process. Among the teams in Kyoto, only these two people talked the most. Now that Zhao Xifeng has a diligent mind, Erpang looked up. Gu Qingyuan is a nerd. He either read books or practices on weekdays. He said no more than Zhao Xifeng at this time. And Sun Wenzhen's mouth full of business chef scriptures could not answer at all. After thinking about it, he could only chat and fuck Cao Xiyun.

Cao Xiyun condensed the white energy that Dong Erpang exuded in the air with the Yuanling, pinched out the shape of a turtle, and then patted it back on the little fat man, and said with a smile: "You don't understand this. Not to mention the state of verification, practitioners do not have the consciousness to speak actively. Even if they can speak, no one will do this. This sentence is popular in the practice of practicing: the mouth opens and the true energy dissipates, and the tongue moves and the universe is chaotic. Once this mouth of innate vitality dissipates from the lips and teeth, it will be extremely difficult. Now you understand, why can't you judge? In addition to thinking about eating all day long, too many words are also one of the reasons."

Dong Erpang snorted, and rarely refuted, but frowned and lowered his head.

"Yeah, what's wrong with Brother Dong?" Cao Xiyun walked forward and gently patted Dong Erpang's shoulder.

After pondering for a while, Dong Erpang said frustratedly: "Old Cao, you don't know, Fengzi, Xiao Shupao, and Lao Sun over there, they were all taught by a master. We started on the same day, but..."

"But they can always walk in front of you?" Cao Xiyun asked softly with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Well," Dong Erpang nodded and continued, "I am not the kind of person who shames my friend better than me. What kind of personality is my Master Dong? Who doesn't know about my hometown? But after practicing, I have never won any fight with others. Earlier, Teacher Zhong took us to a school exam. Except for the girl, I lost. Later, after I got through the competition with Xiao Shubao, I never won. Last night, I really tried hard, but Fengzi stabbed his martial arts with just one chopstick. Alas."

Speaking of this, Dong Erpang sighed. For the first time since his practice, Cao Xiyun patted Dong Erpang's head, full of comfort. He fully understood Dong Erpang's emotions. On the way, everyone saw how Dong Erpang worked hard to practice. Every morning, except for Sun Wenzhen who needed to cook, Dong Erpang must be the first to get up. He first sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing and reviewed the lower body stern. In the boring practice method of pulling a cart, Dong Erpang has always been the one who contributed the most. He would never stop without squeezing the last trace of Yuan Ling and physical strength. Sometimes even Zhong Li called to stop. Several times, Cao Xiyun found that this little fat man was extremely sore due to excessive exertion of his body and could not fall asleep.

It can be said that although Dong Erpang is not as talented as Zhao Xifeng and Gu Qingyuan, he is not at all inferior to diligence, and even has it.

"Do you know, the first time I touched a swordsman, I was considered a natural swordsman, the kind that I could leave in history," Cao Xiyun made a chest-up move and said proudly, with a head of oily hair, which seemed a bit out of character. "But before I first killed someone, I never won any sword competition, including the battle to become famous."

The battle of fame that he mentioned was naturally the stunning battle of Cheye Dazhou No. 1 Zhiwei.

This is the case where students who don’t know that Cao Xiyun is really an identity have no feelings, but Zhong Li was quite surprised and lifted the curtain of the car.

Dong Erpang didn't care about his little emotions, looked up and asked in surprise, "This is over, Lao Cao, in order to comfort me, there is no need to put myself in too. I have seen you take action. That's really amazing. If you have been around you since you were a child, I don't believe it."

"No, they are not as good as me," Cao Xiyun shook his head and sighed, "It's just that the sword I practice is not for competition, but for killing people."

A flash of inspiration flashed, and Dong Erpang stared at his eyes and opened his mouth, unable to speak for a while.

Cao Xiyun smiled and continued, "Yes, if I read correctly the set of tricks that Brother Dong has practiced, it should be that gravity does not emphasize skills. In the process of exchanging and communicating with his companions, he will never do his best, and he will naturally lose every battle."

Dong Erpang shook his head and said, "No, my family knows his own affairs. I have put in all my efforts in every competition. There is nothing to say about this, it is indeed inferior to others."

"Is this really the case?" Cao Xiyun narrowed his eyes with a smile.

In an instant, Dong Erpang stood upside down, and a murderous intent as majestic as an abyss enveloped his whole body. A touch of Qingming in Lingtaichung was shaking and could be blown away by the rain and wind at any time.

At this moment, Cao Xiyun, the source of the murderous intent, pushed the Yuan Ling, who was like a scattered sea, immediately came to Dong Erpang's eyes. If he did not resist, the little fat man would become a fat man in an instant!

Without thinking too much, Dong Erfat Hu roared and punched Zhao Xiyun's palm to meet him.

Cao Xiyun retreated his palm, turned around, retreated, avoided the punch, and stood there with a smile on his face, as if the murderous intent had never existed just now.

"Old Cao, you're crazy!" Dong Erpang turned around and cursed, and he was about to fight him up.

Cao Xiyun pressed Dong Erpang with one hand and refused to let him get close to him, and pointed at the direction where Dong Erpang punched the other hand.

Erpang looked back and was stunned. A deep ditch five feet deep, ten feet wide, and dozens of feet long spreading to the distance from the place where he just punched!

Next to the gully, Sun Wenzhen fell to the ground, his face as if he was earthy. Gu Qingyuan looked solemn, and even Zhong Li stood up.

"This is your full strength," Cao Xiyun raised his eyebrows, "If you don't see life and death, you won't use this punch. Among you, except this little girl, the real battle between life and death is your best."
Chapter completed!