Void Transformation

When the words fell, everyone was shocked. The silver armored general in front of him had done such a violent thing. However, the people of the Tianmeng were so suspicious that it was hard to say that this was not a temptation. Although everyone was suspicious, they were only surprised for a moment. Naturally, they are doing their own things, unheard of what will happen next.

"General... I laughed..." Daotaa's expression changed when he heard this, and then his face was full of embarrassment, then his expression suddenly stiffened, and then a very small voice in Xiaofeng's mind slowly sounded: " Can... can you hear me?"

Xiaofeng knew that this was sound transmission and secret secret. He just subconsciously thought that the skills in the dungeon were all locked, and naturally included this sound transmission secret secret. However, he did not expect that this skill could still be used now, and then recalled what he said. The half-old and half-white words suddenly felt a bit headache.

So the two of them did not change their expressions, and once again entered the state of gazing at each other. In fact, they communicated with each other through sound transmission, but this was misunderstood by the storyteller on the side.

"I can hear..." Xiaofeng thought for a while, only then did he remember that Daota was still waiting for his reply, and hurriedly transmitted the voice. This sound transmission is more or less affected. The face-to-face sound transmission is very clear on weekdays, even clearer than the opening and answering, but now it is vague, if you don’t say a word twice, it will It's hard to guess the original meaning.

Daota got the reply, and he was delighted. In fact, he was not a fool. The reason why he was wearing a Dao robe before taking a mouthful of Amitābha was because he deliberately acted as a maverick and intended to attract the attention of a special person. people. So he transmitted the sound again, with a bit of excitement in his tone: "Kong Donor, did you encounter two gates when you entered this place just now?"

"Yes.. I don't know which gate the master chose?" Although there is a saying in the Buddhist language, I don’t want to enter The Underworld who will enter The Underworld, but this daemon is a player after all. He will never forget that he is a player, so which gate he will choose is undecided, but Xiaofeng most wants to hear a different answer at this time.

Dota recalled briefly, and then subconsciously touched his own temple, as if he had received a heavy blow. After a long time, he spoke up and said: "If you don't enter Samsara, you know the value of death and life, so I am interested in Samsara." The words were just spoken out without using sound transmission to enter secrets.

Xiao Feng’s expression remained unmoved, but he was delighted in his heart. This shows that even if he chose a different door, he can still meet someone from the Samsara door, so that Xiao Thirteen must also be in this world. At the moment, I don’t want to talk with Dao any more, and immediately said:

"Master, it's important to save people. It shouldn't be too late. Let's leave now."

Daotao was a little stunned when he faced the sudden change of Xiaofeng, but when he thought that the other party was also reasonable, then he picked up the table and Duster had to take a step forward. At this time, Xiaofeng's voice sounded in his mind: " Master, I sincerely donate swords, don't you really think about it."

Daotaa turned around and looked at Xiaofeng, and then glanced at the sword on the table a few more times, and then he was also a little bit more moved, because this sword was made of pure stainless steel, and it was similar to the outside world of martial arts. The Impurities are equipped with different equipment, but because of no merit, they still speak politely:

"Kong donor, we can say that we are meeting together, this sword poor monk..." Before Dao Tuo finished speaking, he saw a harmless smile on Xiao Feng's face, and then his voice sounded in his mind: "Well, I'll be honest. The sword is too heavy for me to hold. The Duster in your hand should be fine."

After hearing this, Daotao forced the scene where he had tossed and euphemistically passed through his mind several times and finally accepted the sword, and couldn't help but lift three black lines on his head, but sometimes such "straightforward" words , But it happens to play a perfect role.

In the heart, Daotao stopped pushing away, and grabbed the sword on the table with one hand. But as soon as he reached out, he saw a playful smile on Xiaofeng’s face. At that moment he even gave birth to What kind of conspiracy was behind Xiaofeng, and now the conspiracy has succeeded in general, and there is a chill in my heart, but the outstretched hand has already grasped the sword.

"Kacha!" A crisp bone sound rang from the two of them, and when he came back to his senses, Daotao had already turned into a sitting position, with a painful expression on his face. The greater the strength, the greater the reaction force. Daotao was full of luck to lift the sword, but his 38th-level body only had 250 internal strengths, but the sword required 300 to complete the work.

Although the minimum requirement of this sword is not so, but at that moment, the owner of this sword is still "Silver Armor General Wu Mouren", and the owner of this body, Xiaofeng, was pitted at the moment when Dao Ta took the sword. With a single stroke, he drove the sword to its full power state.

Thinking of being so disadvantaged in Huangsha Baiyehui’s own side before, this is the time to find the place. Although Daotaa is a Shaolin Sect disciple in the second time and space, his three-dimensional body is a real player. Naturally, there is also this kind of virtue. After hearing Xiaofeng disguised as an empty city scheming, he said that his strength was not good enough, and he started to show his strength.

Thinking that you can’t hold this sword with both hands, if I hold it with one hand as a plaything, then this is not a point. Although I am not as good as your black-robed Elder, but at that time because I am not at the level right now, and As a peer, I can completely crush you in terms of strength!

Although Daotaa holds the sword in one hand, he has the strength of his whole body. Only in this way can he play the sword between his palms. However, the greater the force used, the greater the reaction force. Although the second space-time is a game world, But some theories and the real world are also figured out.

As soon as he raised his capacity and was about to stand up straight, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist. The sound of clicking just now happened to be the best commendation for his waist injury. There was a heavy breath on the table, his eyes staring at Xiaofeng, but he couldn't say a word anymore.

After a long time, Daotao took a deep breath, and barely sat up straight. He just thought to "problem the teacher" but he heard the silver armor general in front of him suddenly say: "Master, why don't you take a picture before using a weapon? Appraisal Technique? I remember I mentioned that this sword is very heavy."

Dao Ta suddenly burst into flames. I don't know whether entering this "dungeon" caused his Dharma skills to be blocked, or his personality is like this. At this time, his eyes seemed to be hot, but after a long time he only suffocated three. One word: "You! No! Yes!"

Yes, Xiaofeng only said that he could not handle the heavy sword, but he did not mention that the sword is very heavy, but whether it was Xiaofeng accidentally or deliberately, then it is not known. Daotao seemed to have explained the expression on Xiaofeng's face at that moment, and his heart was even more speechless.

In fact, the reason why Xiaofeng set the sword to full-open mode, is not thinking about pitting him, but wanting to see how powerful the first disciple of Shaolin Sect in this martial arts world can be. If you don't get up, you don't necessarily have to be embarrassed, but I didn't expect the other party to end up like this.

At this moment, a drunkard suddenly came up on the second floor of the teahouse. This drunkard had white hair and seemed to be about fifty years old. His whole body was in torn clothes like a beggar, but besides a pot of good wine, Without a pair of finely crafted sachets, the steward on the second floor saw the drunkard but did not stop him, but a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and then Xiao Er's voice sounded from the side:

"Uncle Shi, you see that this is a tea house and not a restaurant. Is it a bit inappropriate for you to come here for a drink..." The voice fell, and the old man with the appearance of a beggar suddenly coldly glanced at Xiao Er, and Xiao Er was speechless when he saw it. , And then the old man said, although he was muttering, but his voice was quite loud: "What is the noise? The uncle can't afford to pay!"

While talking, the old man put the kit from his waist in his hand and weighed it, then Xiao Er looked at the steward who was embarrassed, and saw that steward completely ignored him, so he could not help but speak. Said: "But..." The voice hadn't been uttered, and immediately after that, I felt a burst of chill rushing out of the old man's body, and he said nothing.

"Either, you teach me how is it appropriate?" The old man said, then took a few sips of Calabash, and then walked to the front of the storyteller under the gaze of everyone, just waiting there. When the storyteller cupped hands, he saw that the old man suddenly made a move and pushed the gentleman extremely rudely, and then he said:

"You, you, you...you give me down and let the uncle come...hiccup...let this uncle tell the story... uh... tell the story..."

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