Retreat For 30 Days, You Guys Let Me Go Out Soon

"Haha! The fourth brother is really diligent! I came here so early to set up a stall. It's so lively! It seems that the fourth brother's business is really good!"

At this moment, another figure appeared. Needless to say, self-acquaintance is a little fat man.

"Children can be convincing, and old people look respectable. Fat people can bring people closer. These years, scammers have become more and more professional."

Seeing the appearance of the little fat man, Jiang Feng made no secret of scorn and mockery: "It is ridiculous that you can get a kind of peerless magic as long as you buy a breakfast. As long as you are not a fool, you will not be fooled."

Le Ping was startled, he was not angry, but cast his gaze into the dilapidated bamboo basket.

"Falling Dragon Eighteen Palms!"

"Romantic Swordsman!"

"Invincible Golden Bell!"

"Bright eyes!"

"Blood Shadow Divine Light!"

"Five and seven swordsmanship!"

"Bone bones Taoist temple idea!"

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The little fat man saw the thoughts of the White Bone Taoist Temple and was stunned for an instant.

He knew very well that Qin Feng would never aimlessly.

Whether it was the golden bell, or the eighteen palms of the dragon, or Xiao Li Fei Dao, he already knew something.

This is definitely one of the many methods Qin Gui can control when he is sad. It's not illusion, but a peerless magic that really exists.

In this way, the idea of ​​Baigu Taoist Temple should also be a powerful way of practice.

"Fourth brother! No! Starting today, you will be my eldest, and you will be side by side with the eldest sister in my heart!"

Leping said with excitement.

At the same time, the little fat man had collected the classics of the White Bone Dao Palace without a trace.

"The idea of ​​the White Bone Taoist Temple? Laugh me to death! Can it be said that visualizing a so-called White Bone Taoist Temple can still become a strong man? I have never heard of such absurd combat skills!"

The corners of Jiang Feng's mouth were slightly raised, as if he could see through your calculations: "If you say you are not a trustee, I don't think everyone here will believe it!"

"Excuse me! You can't represent me, I believe in the White Bone Taoist Temple. Moreover, I have also heard of a legend about the idea of ​​the White-Bone Taoist Temple."

At this moment, a voice sounded from outside the crowd, and three or five wearing black costumes, led by a young man in a cloak, had appeared.

Sao Bao!

This is how everyone feels about the depression of Broken Blade.

If Xiao Luo knew the thoughts in their hearts, he would have been very wronged, and said to himself, I also want to keep a low profile, but he looks too handsome, and his strength does not allow him.

These are all digressions.

"The legend says that before the infinite epoch, there was a heavenly palace dominating Zhou Tianhuan. All living beings were under the rule of the heavenly palace. The sun and the moon cycle, the four seasons change, birth, old, sick, and death, even the martial artist reincarnates after death, all in the heavenly palace’s reincarnation. Among them. The fate of creatures is destined early in the morning, like a fish in an endless river, even if you do all you can, you can only swim in the river. And without heaven, it is like a person fishing by the river."

"And if you want to truly detach yourself, you can only evolve your own Taoist palace and integrate it into the boundless heavenly palace. The life and death is full of bones, and the supreme good fortune evolves the Taoist palace! The supreme horrible profound art has evolved into the heaven and earth Taoist palace. It can be imagined. Know, how terrifying is the idea of ​​Baigu Taoist Temple?"

These words were all nonsense by Qin Feng.

Now, speaking in Xiao Luo's mouth, it seemed to bring people directly into that horrible era.

Everyone felt their minds and suddenly tightened, as if the stars between the sky and the earth were transformed by the eyes of those terrifying anglers.

Even if it was Jiang Feng, when he heard this story suddenly, he couldn't help but feel cold, and his whole body shuddered.

In his heart, he couldn't help but give birth to an absurd idea.

Could it be said that all the combat skills in that dilapidated bamboo basket are real?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

This young man is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How could there be such terrifying combat skills?

"Fake! Perhaps this legend is true. But the idea of ​​bones, such a terrifying combat skill, is not something you, a low-level cook, can possess?"

Seeing everyone's increasingly fiery eyes, Jiang Feng roared loudly.

Qin Feng stopped his movements, his expression a little indifferent: "You say chefs are inferior? This is not only a blasphemy against the profession of chefs, but also a blasphemy against the faith of a person who aspires to become a god of cooking. You must apologize, otherwise, don't Blame me for being so cruel!"

Jiang Feng seemed to have heard a ridiculous joke. He laughed and laughed: "Let’s take a look, here is a fool who treats the chef as a lifelong belief... I don’t have any compelling skills, I still want to I want to apologize. Today, I’m here to say it again, chefs are an inferior, humble profession."

When he finished speaking, he took a provocative look at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng didn't move, the little fat man Le Ping on the side could no longer hold it.

Especially when he had just gotten the idea of ​​the White Bone Taoist Temple, he put Qin Feng's position in his heart the same as that of the little witch.

Now, how can you sit back and watch being humiliated?

Bang bang bang!

In just a few breaths, Jiang Feng's face was swollen into a pig's head.

Such a scene made the faces of all onlookers pale.

To be honest, everyone was disdainful of Jiang Feng's behavior. I can't wait to step forward and give a lesson.

It's just that, after all, this is in front of the Preparatory Academy, and a mentor from the Preparatory Academy is beaten into a pig's head.

This is also an indirect provocation to the preparatory college.

Could it be that this little fat guy is not afraid of revenge from the preparatory academy, and even the powerhouses of Fengyu Academy?

Just like throwing away rubbish, the little fat man threw Jiang Feng into the rubbish heap: "This kind of war five scum, dare to be so arrogant, I really laughed Laozi!"

The little fat man clapped his hands and said contemptuously.

"Little fat man, although you look pretty ugly, you have done a good job of this. The baby is very happy!"

The cute girl also clapped her hands and applauded.

The little fat man was speechless.

"What does it mean to look very ugly? My jade-faced little Pan An, people love flowers, so how can I use the word ugly?"

As if being opened by Qin Feng, the little fat man was gradually sinking deeper and deeper on the road of amusing comparison.

"People are pretty cheap!"

The cute little girl also forgot about the delicious food for a while, and even got into a fight with the little fat man.

At this moment, a strong fragrance suddenly emerged.

Attracting all the attention of the cute girl: "It smells good, but this kind of scent makes people think of feasting."

Many onlookers were also attracted by the taste of delicious food at this time.

Especially this kind of scent that stimulates the taste buds, like deep water*, deeply stimulates everyone's intestines and stomach, giving them the urge to become gluttonous. .

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