Immortality Cultivation Era

The grandson of the grandson is always watching at the smile.

However, his eyes did not drift to other places, as if in this world, there would be nothing to move away from his gaze.

When the high song ended, he sighed and he nodded slowly.

"Good boy, I didn't expect you to be really capable? Although this Tai Chi is still only a first step, it may be very good to open this door in such a short period of time." Gong Sun Mo Yang is facing the song Said.

There is no such thing as a compliment in the words of the grandson.

The practice of a martial art is originally the case. The road to practice is hard to walk, but opening the door and stepping into the path of practice is a dozen times more difficult than practice.

Since Gao Ge can open this door in such a short period of time, it is not a difficult thing to go far afterwards.

"What other martial arts? Let's draw it out together!" On the face of Zhou Zhoutian, I can't see any complicated expressions. It is still a calm and self-contained look. I want to come, too, and I am old, wonderful. I have never seen such a thing, what kind of genius has not seen? A person who has experienced countless winds and waves, the ability to accept everything is stronger than the average person, it should be natural.

Gao Ge looked at the building, Zhou Tian, ​​gently nodded, thinking back for a moment, just intend to shoot, but listened to Meng Fang suddenly jumped out, said with a smile: "High song, I came to compare with you, see you practice To what extent."

Gao Ge reluctantly said: "Mr. Meng, have I done anything that makes you unhappy? You are changing the law to teach me!"

Meng Fang haha ​​smiled: "You have little boy, do you have any idea what you mean by your fists? Or do you really have a real knife!"

In fact, Gao Ge understands Meng Fang’s thoughts and wants to see how the actual combat effectiveness of his martial arts is true. There is also one reason, but also to strengthen his memory and understanding of martial arts through actual combat.

For the Meng Fang Gao Ge is still very reassuring, the other party is definitely not able to put their own heavy hand.

Seeing that Meng Fang came over and punched it out, Gao Ge took a step back and subconsciously, and his body was extremely fast. At the same time, he hid in the way of Meng Fang.

Meng Fang slightly glimpsed, quickly stepped back a few steps, and opened the distance with Gao Ge, thinking back to the high-song response in his mind, blurted out and debut: "Ghosts lost? This is the shadow of the shadows?"

Gao Ge chuckled and smiled at Meng Fang: "It seems that Teacher Meng is very knowledgeable!"

The people around him, including the public grandson and the Lou Zhoutian, were all shocked.

"This kid can actually learn Tai Chi in such a short period of time, in addition to the ghost shadow of the shadow door?" Lou Zhoutian said here, paused, turned his face and looked The same horrified grandson is arrogant, saying, "You don't seem to have the shadows of the shadows coming together?"

Gongsun Mo nodded and nodded: "I can only be regarded as the first glimpse of the door. This kind of body seems to be simple. In fact, the step by step can not be bad, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced. It seems that the action of this kid is just a moment. Things, but actually stepped on five steps, each step can not be inferior."

Having said that, he took a deep breath and shook his head: "Some enchanting."

Hearing the public grandchildren, he praised the songs so much, and the faces of the people around him were different.

The cheerleading team headed by Yue Xincheng Chen Guo and others is naturally happy and happy.

And Qin teacher Wang Zhe and others, the expression on the face is like ugly eating.

"Bastard..." Wang Zhe whispered a word, but Li Long, who was suddenly standing behind him, would grab the clothes.

"What did you say?" Li Long angered. "Is it a death?"

Wang Zhe turned his face and looked at him coldly. He wanted to shoot, but he thought that he still had a punishment and could only choose to give up.

If not, with the strength of Wang Zhe, there is no problem in dealing with a class of eight people who are ridiculous.

"Look what? Kid, you are like this, my older brother can hit you ten!" Li Long said with a blind eye.

"Haha, you are less bullish! Just like him, my boss can play a hundred!" Yue Xincheng immediately said.

Li Long laughed happily.

Wang Zhezhen’s uncomfortable feelings.

He was very puzzled. When did it start, a squad of eight students, dare to be so arrogant in front of themselves?

At this time, Meng Fang has once again rushed toward the high song.

The speed is much faster than before.

The ghost of Gaoge’s ghosts wants to dodge, but because of his unskilledness, he has a heavy punch.

He randomly pointed out a punch and forced Meng to retreat.

"Kid, how is it still Tai Chi? Have you learned Tai Chi and ghosts?" Lou Zhoutian said unhappy.

Gongsun Moyang couldn’t help but say: "With such a short time, you can master the ghosts and disappear, and you can also integrate Taijiquan into actual combat, even if I can't do it..."

"Is he like you? This is my grandson. If you are like you, I still can't look at it!" Lou Zhoutian said directly.

The grandson is silent and silent.

"Lao, the principal of Gongsun said it was good, and your request was too high." Meng Fang turned his face and looked at the building and said Zhou Tiantian.

Lou Zhoutian snorted and looked at the song: "Do you think I am asking for it? Isn't it all you said before?"

High songs are speechless.

How can this old man still have some vengeance?

However, he still thought for a moment and said: "Mr. Go back to the building, the boy is in the martial arts cabinet. He really learned a few more, but the other is a sword."

"Some meanings, did your kid practice the sword?"

"I have never practiced."

"That is interested in the sword?"

Gao Ge thought about it and said truthfully: "The kid just thinks that the immortal with the sword is very handsome."

Lou Zhoutian: "..."

"The sculpt of the practical knife is also very handsome." A teacher who specializes in the knife said whispered.

At this point, only to hear a string of laughter, it is a silver mangling flashed in front of the high song, sings out his hand and holds the long sword that flies toward him.

The person who lost the sword is a middle-aged man in a beautiful long-sleeved gown. He is only 40 years old. His voice and laughter are extremely bold. He sings with Gao Ge: "This sword is famous, high song, how do you feel?"

"Good sword!" Gao Ge said a decent picture.

"Where is it?" The person who lost the sword actually went to the bottom.

After singing for a long time, I couldn’t help but say: "It looks good."

The other party laughed again.

"High song, this person who borrows the sword is the first person in the kendo of my school, and let me see how you learned the sword in this martial arts hall!" Meng Fang laughed, and the voice just fell, Going forward to the high song again, compared with the previous few times, Meng Fang’s speed is a little faster. Obviously, the previous shots of Gao Ge have already let Meng Fang, who deliberately suppressed the strength, feel a little pressure. In desperation, he can only improve first. Some strength.

Gao Ge thought about the sword of the sky, and at the same time meditation on the mouth, the sword in his hand raised a sword flower, and the sword set off a strong wind.

The man who had lost the sword before saw this scene, and suddenly he was shocked.

"Swordwind... This kid, never holding a sword, is already able to pick up the sword wind? Liu Zhongyi, this son must be handed over to me, in your hands, it is a violent thing!"

Liu Zhongyi is not happy: "High songs are people, not things, how can it be violent?"

"In any case, I said that it is, you have to talk more, I have to ask you to ask for advice!" The person who lost the sword said impatiently, but he was not blind, staring at the high-song song waving the three-footed Qingfeng, muttering. Self-speaking, "This is not in the hands of him, it is not humiliated..."