Clothing is the sign of the primary disciple, the door is the arranged residence, with the use of library cards, you can go to the library building to borrow technical practice cultivation.

Oriental ink just came out of the exit of the test Wushan, has not yet stepped out a few steps, facing a man, the body is very thin, but the man is very tall, like a stick, the wind blows, it will fall, but the mouth, but the voice is loud and insulting words, it seems to want to attract everyone's attention: "Oh, this is not the Oriental family that super big waste oriental ink!"

The original speaker is called Yang Zhitao, and is a famous family with the Oriental family in the distant town, the Yang family and the Oriental family have always been good, the two peaceful coexistence, but the people of the Oriental family hate Oriental Mo, this Yang family people are also difficult to Oriental ink!

Oriental ink looked tight, and the two swords suddenly provoked: "Yang Zhitao, you will pay for this sentence for you!"The voice seemed calmer, and the anger did not touch much.

“Hahaha!”Yang Zhitao suddenly burst into laughter, "Oriental ink, how, think that lucky to pass the test martial arts conference, you are amazing!"If you want to get the spirit grass of my brother's oriental flame, you have to pass me first!I’m waiting for you here to show you some color!”

"It's up to you?" said Oriental Mo contemptuously, looking at Yang Zhitao, who has been to the Sword for a year, but it is still the first triple cultivation, "the color has always been, it is time for you to take a good look!"

Yang Zhitao and the Oriental flame are friends, Oriental ink has no good feelings for him, and now the provocation, Oriental Mo will never let him half a minute again!

Unexpectedly, Oriental Mo has not yet opened the situation, this Yang Zhitao has clenched his two fists: "Oriental ink, look at you carrying a turtle shell, do you know that you can't pass this test conference, cheat?"

The contest between the junior disciples, every day staged countless games, but at this moment, the people around the East Mo pinch the sweat, the reason is very simple, Oriental Mo has just come out from the test of Wushan, there is no talk about cultivation of what techniques, and this Yang Zhitao, at least in this sword cult for a year!

Oriental Mo has not yet made any movement, and Yang Zhitao has clenched his fists, his arms are crossed, a spirit has been poured on his arms, and the sound of "creaking" fists!

Let the people around them sigh: "chasing the wind, I can't imagine, Brother Yang has trained the pursuit of the wind to this state!"

“It’s a great technique!”

Listening to the praise of the people around him, Yang Zhitao was more proud, but when he remembered those words of the good brother's eastern flame, he did not leave the slightest hand, and his fists were sent out, and the sound of the wind sounded in an instant!

Some people around them can't even bear to look at the tragedy of Oriental ink, don't go over it.

And Oriental Mo, but did not put Yang Zhitao this fist in the eyes, the fist hit, for him, like the breeze!The corner of the mouth raised a sneer, the body dangling, like a momentary movement has generally come to the back of Yang Zhitao.

That Yang Zhitao had just waved his fist, but he could not find the shadow of Oriental ink in front of him!Some of the late, Yang Zhitao only felt that his back was hit with a slap, this palm without any technique, is completely a breath of breath, but to give him the feeling, as if a mountain pressed on the back!

His body was suddenly out of his own control, and took countless steps forward, "Ping through--" fell to the ground.

People think that this voice must belong to the Oriental ink, and this contest is over, when people turn their heads, they are stunned to look at the blood of Yang Zhitao, wretchedly spitting out two incisors!

When Yang Zhitao did not understand what was going on, Oriental Mo had already stood in front of him and sneered at him condescendingly: "This is the price you pay for your words, if your mouth is no longer a deep, the next time it falls, it is not your teeth, but your head!" 」

Yang Zhitao is stupid, Oriental ink is their bullies from small to big, and they can't dream of this situation today!

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