Chu Fan threw the small stone in his palm up and down, walked three meters above the two of them, and smiled:

"Tsk tsk, it's a great battle between dragons and tigers, killing the sky and the earth, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the sky is scattered..."

He was condescending, tall but not strong, like a slender bamboo. His voice was tender but he pretended to be mature and his words were messy, which made people feel funny.

But the flying stone is made of steel knives, but it is not a bit fake.

Yang Qi and Shi Meng sweated coldly, and did not dare to interrupt the conversation, waiting for the following text.

In fact, Chu Fan’s most powerful martial arts are not the “Seven Styles of Bear and Jue” or the “Eight Styles of Wind Splashing”, but the flying stone.

It took ten years to practice when I was five or six years old. No one taught me, so I thought about it and specialized in fighting birds, birds, rabbits, pheasants, snakes and rats... Xiaofan Flying Stones, for example, are all right.

Alas, there is no way, it’s all caused by force. I’m so hungry that my chest is pressed against my back spine, and I always have to get something to fill my stomach.

Today, his physical fitness has changed drastically than before he woke up. The sharpness of this flying stone is naturally at the top of a hundred feet, and it has gone up three hundred steps.

"Oh, why don't you fight anymore... Keep going, you two continue playing, I'll take a look."

Is there anyone who says this? People fight for life and death, but they are like watching a show, but they are not satisfied. Continue? Keep it up, your big-headed ghost!

Yang Qi scolded in his heart, but he didn't dare to squeak the sound of his mouth. He kicked his feet like a rabbit, twisted and ran away.

If you are in the world, your martial arts skills are better than your eyesight. Seeing that you are tough and you are not stolen, do you still want to stay and be slaughtered?

Whoosh...

The thin figure flashed and moved directly to block in front of him. He almost hit him with a full heart, scaring him to death.

Your uncle, if you don’t bully people like this, I really think I’m afraid!

Yang Qi was anxious and stabbed him with a sharp knife.

Bang, one hand reached out and grabbed the blade's back.

Yang Qi hurriedly tried his best to regain his strength, just like a dragonfly shaking a stone pillar, where could he suck it.

The other party was close at hand and looked at him jokingly, with several white teeth appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Qi was very quick to respond, so he immediately changed his pull to push. After leveraging the force, he jumped two feet away, and happened to stand side by side with Shi Meng.

However, his feet had not yet fallen steadily, and the boy opposite flew out another stone like lightning, breaking his hair away, and his scalp was burned and painful.

Now Yang Qi really didn't dare to move, as if he was about to kill the prisoner. It was obvious that he would go to his grandma's house and the other party clearly issued a warning.

Shi Meng was almost dead and resurrected tonight, and was very sad and happy, but he was open-minded. He thought to himself that he was lucky, but fortunately advised the strange boy to run away instead of rushing into the mountain temple to find a few people to take care of him. As expected, good people will be rewarded.

Seeing Yang Qi as stupid as a wooden chicken, he did not take any slashes and slash. He then put the knife into the sheath, knelt on one knee, arched his hands, and said solemnly: "The kindness of saving life is unforgettable. Shi Meng..."

Chu Fan was afraid that he would say something like a cow, a horse, a horse, a carves a grass, and a ring, so he kowtowed a few more times and jumped aside to avoid it.

Shi Meng was so amused that he had to stand up embarrassedly.

Chu Fan grabbed the single knife and felt it was quite heavy, and he also felt cold and delicate. He couldn't help but lift it up and take a closer look. The moon shone like ice and snow, with a cold feeling. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Good knife." Well, it's much better than hatchet."

Yang Qi thought he was deliberately ridiculing and snorted coldly.

Chu Fan looked left and right, and saw Yang Qi's hair disheveled, so he walked over and pulled out a piece of hair.

Yang Qi's eyes flashed with anger and he held back.

My body and hair are affected by my parents and dare not hurt them. But compared with my life, a hair is nothing. The other party's skills are like a demon, and he is definitely an expert above the second level of the copper body. If he resists, he will be humiliated and his life will be controlled by his thoughts.

Chu Fan put his hair on the blade and blew it gently, forming two pieces!

Seeing this, Shi Meng pulled out half of his Pu Knife. Seeing a small gap like rice grains appeared on the blade, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, and then inserted it silently back.

The ancients really didn't bully me. Chu Fan suddenly had a whim, since his spiritual power transformed his body into a terrifying field, his hair also belonged to a part of his body, and he didn't know what the difference would be.

So, at the gaze of Yang Qi and Shi Mengqi, Chu Shi Shi took off a long hair from his head and put the blade on his knees, bulged his cheeks and blew it hard.

The hair is gone.

Yang Qi and Shi Meng didn't see clearly, and looked confused.

Chu Fan's eyesight was much better than that of them. He bent down and picked up his hair from the ground to check it carefully.

Hey, it's not broken!

He thought he hadn't put it firmly just now, so he held the handle of the knife with his right hand and pinched the end of his hair with his left hand, took a deep breath and blew it out again.

Xiaoqiang, who was unable to kill his hair, was still safe and sound.

Yang Qi and Shi Meng finally understood what he wanted to do, and looked surprised and turned around.

He broke his hair with his hair. He had just blown one, but why did his hair not break? It is said that he had reached the third level of copper womb and his body was more than steel, but he never heard of even his hair being stronger than ordinary people.

Chu Fan looked up to the sky and thought for a few breaths, pointed at Shi Meng, reached out to his ear and made a hair pulling action.

Shi Meng didn't understand. He immediately pulled out a piece of hair with lightning speed, held it with both hands and served it respectfully, and then retreated respectfully, and didn't even dare to breathe.

Chu Fan put his hair and Shi Meng on the knife and blew it again. One of them broke without any accident, and the other one was still safe and sound.

Chu Fan simply wrapped the ends of his hair between his fingers and put them on the knife.

That hair actually strangled into the blade!

The two of them were watching and staring at each other, their eyes wider than cow's eggs.

Good, my mother, how is this possible!

Chu Fan laughed and pulled out his hair casually.

He understands.

The hair undergoes qualitative changes under the nourishment of spiritual energy, a bit like the polymer nanowires of the previous life. Although it is soft, it is extremely tough and can fall into a thousand pounds of weight or even cut off steel.

It would be meaningless if you try again. Anyway, you are not ready to throw your hair and hit people randomly.

However, there will definitely be troubles in cutting hair in the future. Haha, this is the real thing that can’t be cut and it’s messy.

Forget it, it’s okay not to cut it. Anyway, men in this world generally don’t cut their hair, and they tie it into a bun and put it on their heads.

No, it must be cut, and it must be cut into a bald head. A little bit of spiritual energy is extremely precious, how can it be wasted on hair without any use?

Ah, cut it into a bald head? Wouldn't that handsome and handsome young man become a monk? It's very inconvenient to pick up girls? Will a big black man rushed out of the slanting thorn, holding two old men in his hand, and shouted like a thunderbolt, "The thief is bald, how dare I compete with me for the master's master?"

I was dizzy, would the little girl cry? Wouldn't she call herself a monk? I'm still the brother Yu...

Yang Qi and Shi Meng didn't know what he was thinking about, but his breathing became more and more rapid. They looked at each other subtly and quickly separated, and saw the answer from each other's eyes. This strange boy must be an unfathomable immortal master.

They completely forgot to chase after the chasing in the middle of the night, and what they came to do tonight, and they just stared at the place where their hair fell, as if they had lost gold.

"Okay, don't stand either, sit down on the slope."

Chu Fan walked past them and handed the knife to Yang Qi.

"yes."

The two of them bowed and clasped their fists, but stood there without moving. When Chu Fan walked by, they looked at each other strangely again, and moved like a rabbit.

Yang Qi was still moving quickly. A hungry tiger rushed to Chu Fan just now standing, bent down and picked up a hair and put it in a jade box, put it in his arms.

Shi Meng was slowing down for half a beat, his face looked disappointed and sighed regretfully.

Chu Fan smiled, walked uphill and stared at the mountain temple, listened intently for a while, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he turned around and sat down with confidence.

Yang Qi and Shi Meng knelt two meters away from the bottom, with their upper body straightened, and their hands flat on their knees without moving at all.

Seeing that they were in a sensual posture, Chu Fan had to smile bitterly and cross the comfortable long legs.

Like Yang and Shi, kneeling is a kind of etiquette to show respect, and it is very rigorous and uncomfortable.

The common people don’t pay so much attention to it, and they often sit down like Chu Fan.

The hermit Qingliu talks about the mysterious Taoism, and likes to cross the legs, which is called sitting cross-sitting.

It is an insult to spread the legs and stretch them out. It is a dustpan that looks like a sieve sieve, called a sliver.

In fact, it is the most comfortable to sit in a scattered place.

Ergonomics, the area of ​​stress is the largest, second only to lying and lying.

The reason why it was regarded as an insult by the ancients was very simple. Early people were prone to expose without wearing underwear, and gradually formed a taboo.

Chu Fan was about 1.82 meters tall. Seeing that the two were not a little short, a handsome and masculine person in his twenties and a leopard-eyed beard in his thirties, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for each other, and said slowly:

"This man is not easy to go to the world. I have experienced it deeply. Today he kills your brother, you kill him; tomorrow his brother will kill you, your brother will kill his brother... What's the point? I don't want to know how much hatred there is between you. But today, I hope to put it aside all of you."

Yang Qi nodded first and bowed: "Yes."

Shi Mengze was silent for a while and bowed, "I respect the decree of the Immortal Master, but Shi dare not ignore it. Shi will never disclose a word about what happened today."

Yang Qi's thoughts were more meticulous than Shi Meng. After repeated reminiscing about Chu Fan's words, the more he thought about it, the more strange it was. What does it mean to "have experienced it deeply once", and who can experience it twice? Look at his backing of the full moon and his long hair is floating, as if he is a god.

"However, after today, I don't think it's important for you to continue to kill. Kill me if you should, and don't let my mother-in-law and mother. Some hatreds can be forgotten and resolved. But some hatreds must be killed by your hands to be happy, otherwise you will live a lifetime. I believe that there are reasons for choosing what you do in the future, and it's not my business."

After hearing this, Yang Shi and the others looked at Chu Fan in surprise, looking at Bei.

Is there anyone who persuades this? I have never heard of it. The previous sentence said, "Don't kill," the next sentence said, "If you should kill, you will be killed, you will not be happy if you don't kill. Should you kill or not?

But neither of them is stupid. After careful consideration, I feel that it is a very strange person who speaks very different things. Although it is difficult to talk and goes around, it contains profound truths.

"I came from a very far place, haha, I don't know anything about it. I hope you will explain it in detail, and you will speak out in detail."
To be continued...