Fanning and Lin Feiyang's forward momentum came to an abrupt end.

Lin Feiyang couldn't help but stamp his feet: "Fakong, you're so obsessed with sex, it's so stupid to send it to your door!"

If it were him, he would never be able to take the initiative to move forward.

This beauty is very dangerous.

Faning was thoughtful.

He looked at the sky as calm as before, nothing unusual, and suddenly woke up. With the wisdom of Senior Brother Faning, how could he be fooled like this?

Fakong thought thoughtfully: "Donor Song, that's ridiculous!"

Song Qingping pressed Fakong's right shoulder, looked at Fakong's face with her phoenix eyes, and shook her head gently: "It's true that I won't shed tears until I see the coffin."

At this time, Fakong was still stubborn and refused to admit it, which made her both disdainful and angry.

Fakong said: "How did Benefactor Song know that I killed Senior Brother Ling?"

"I found the body of Senior Brother Gu." Song Qingping sneered: "I found you through secret techniques."

Fa Kong frowned.

Song Qingping sneered: "Do you feel that you have handled it very cleanly, with no traces and a perfect fit?"

"What secret technique?"

Song Qingping suddenly reached out, grabbed his right wrist, reached out and touched it, but did not find her Phoenix Divine Sword.

Fakong smiled.

Song Qingping searched his whole body without hesitation, but still could not find the Phoenix Divine Sword, which disappeared under her nose.

Song Qingping bit her red lips.

If you lose the Phoenix Divine Sword, what if you kill Fakong?

Fakong smiled and asked: "Donor Song, what is the secret technique?"

Song Qingping stared at him coldly.

Fakong faced him with a smile.

"Where's the sword?"

"Where's the secret technique?"

"...Hand over the sword and I will tell you the secret technique."

"Not enough." Fakong shook his head gently.

Song Qingping put her jade hand on his heart and said coldly: "Is it enough, plus your life?"

Fa Kong smiled and said nothing.

Song Qingping slapped his right chest with her palm.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

Fakong still smiled.

Song Qingping's palm strength is strange. The palm strength of this palm is like a nail driven into the ground, rather than backward.

He just didn't want Fa Kong to fly out and escape from his hands.

"Amitabha." Fa Kong's face was calm.

Song Qingping felt as if her palms were punched into the void. Her palms felt dislocated, and she felt empty and uncomfortable.

"The magical power of indestructibility?!"

Song Qingping's slender dark eyebrows frowned slightly and she rubbed her wrists.

Fortunately, I didn't use my full strength, otherwise, I could have dislocated my wrist by being caught off guard.

Fakong smiled: "What secret technique did Master Song use?"

His obsessive-compulsive disorder attacks.

If I don't ask the name of this secret technique, I will feel itchy.

Song Qingping stared at him coldly.

Fa Kong smiled in return.

"Bang!" Song Qingping slapped his heart again.

"What secret technique is it?"

"boom!"

"What secret technique is it?"

"boom!"

"Donor Song, why bother?" Fakong shook his head: "I just want a name."
Chapter completed!