285, happy enemy

With a burst of laughter, Han Jing rushed into Yang Feng's arms and wiped her tears with his clothes.

The wound on his shoulder was painful, but his heart was happy. Yang Feng felt that this sword was really worth it. Don't cry. It's okay to get a little injury. It will be fine in a couple of days. He said softly that even the wound on his shoulder was cold and half of his body was numb.

"You liar, how can you not hurt! I cut you with the ice soul sword, and the sword spirit can freeze you to death. Let's talk about it. Han Jing habitually punched him, and he didn't hit the wound, but it also made him feel painful and take a deep breath.

"I'm not alive!" The dead duck's mouth has to be hard to the end. Yang Feng doesn't want to lose face and even lose his inside. Besides, this time he fought with Han Jing, and his harvest was not small. This sword was not a waste.

Before, the gorgeous collision of guns and swords and explosion waves hit the defense cover of the branch hall, which also affected the buildings of the branch hall, and a considerable part of the buildings around the branch hall were collapsed. In that intense battle, he stabbed out with one shot, and the pleasure of releasing the abundant energy in his body accelerated the blood flow all over his body, and it was easier to communicate with the gun spirit.

The gun spirit likes that he is in such a powerful and domineering state of battle, which he can obviously feel. In the face of the peerless fierce sword of the ice soul sword, the gun spirit did not hide his fighting spirit. This discovery brought him an unexpected joy.

In today's world, Yang Feng can't think of the fierceness of the ice soul sword and another Xuanbing that can cover it. Even if the purple electric nine-curve gun is not comparable to the ice soul sword, as long as it is not suppressed by the fierce power of the ice soul sword, what else can he not fight hard under the world?

I really want to be grateful to Han Jing. If she hadn't lost her temper today, it might have been a long time before he found that the purple electric nine-qu gun was so powerful. This gun is made for battle! Yang Feng has this gun in hand. If he is given another ten years, who will compete with him?

However, looking at Han Jing, Yang Feng feels that for ten years, he is afraid that Han Jing's evil cultivation speed will also make her reach an unexpected height. It is likely that in ten years, she has an ice sword in her hand, and she is no longer an opponent! This idea was a little shocking, and his excited eyes suddenly dimmed like a stove watered by ice water.

"What's the matter? Is it uncomfortable?" Han Jing asked apologetically. Just now, she was angry and cut it directly. She didn't expect that Yang Feng would not dodge and let him stabb.

Reluctant to make Han Jing sad, Yang Feng quickly stated: "No, I suddenly realized something."

"Oh, I also have a feeling." Han Jing was happy again and said her understanding in the battle like a child hoping to be praised by adults.

"Let's go to the house and talk about it." Yang Feng whispered a hint.

She lowered her head and saw that the heads of the black crow looked up. A large area of buildings inside and outside the hall collapsed. Han Jing said in surprise, "It's over. There are so many houses that have been poured down. Didn't it hurt people, right?"

Yang Feng asked with tears and laughter, "I just thought there would be this consequence?"

"Well, it was on fire at that time!" Han Jing nodded honestly and shouted anunuchly, "It's all your fault. If you have nothing to do, you have to find A Yun's fault, or I will be angry!"

This topic is very dangerous, and the defense is equivalent to starting the war again. Yang Feng has no intention of receiving a second sword to put out the war. He said quite well, "Well, I don't care about Ye Guyun's affairs in the future. Is it okay?"

"That doesn't work either! If someone finds fault with him, as the head of the temple, you must stand up for him.

"Okay, what do you say?" Yang Feng made no commitment.

This made Han Jing full of joy and said gently, "Then go down quickly. I'll help you with the medicine."

went down, and the two entered Yang Feng's main bedroom, but he didn't let her give herself medicine and called the maid to serve, but let her quickly understand the feelings in the battle.

When it comes to the battle just now, Han Jing got up again: "I remembered the artistic conception contained in these sentences that 'the world is not weaker than water, and no one who is strong can win'. As soon as the idea moved, the light of the sword was like water that leaked into the gap of the gun light, and the light that you didn't like was directly frozen out!"

Yang Feng's maids were left by his mother's last visit. They still remember Han Jing's provoking the old lady, but they just thought that she was so presumptuous with his support. Now they find that it's not the case. She is simply more arrogant than his branch lord. Or a little surprise.

"Yes, you are awesome!" Yang Feng had to be convinced, smiled a little bitterly, and his numb heart twitched again by her. What kind of understanding! Just two sentences, even if there is still a little artistic conception, it won't make her create her own sword moves!

"Well, awesome, I'm going to start to create my own skills of King Xuan now." After laughing, Han Jing scratched her scalp and asked, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Bang!" Hearing Han Jing's words, the maid who went out with a basin of blood dropped the basin and smashed the exquisite silver basin on the ground. Damn it!" She was so scared that she lay on the ground and begged for mercy with a "bang" on her head.

Yang Feng frowned unhappily and shouted, "Drag out!"

Han Jing didn't know the difference between the words "dragging out" and "going out". Seeing the desperate eyes of the maid, she waved her hand kindly and said, "It's okay. You go out and change your clothes first and let others send water in. Well, what should injured and bleeding people eat? Go and cook some."

If it were the maids that Yang Feng had brought with him before, such as Zhuli and others, they would have immediately thanked Hanjing and withdrew immediately. The maid did not dare to move without knowing the situation, and Qiao Sen said beside her, "Don't thank the deputy lord for cooking porridge." She hurriedly thanked Han Jing as if she had come back to life, and then withdrew in panic as if she had picked her life.

"Don't be so fierce in the future. Look at people who are scared." Han Jing taught her a lesson.

Yang Feng smiled and didn't make a sound. It is also a pleasure to listen to Han Jing's lively roar, which he hasn't heard for a long time.

"Hey, I'm asking you!" Han Jing asked again.

"You said, I'm listening." Yang Feng's attitude was so good that Joson blushed for him, and Joson simply motioned the maids in the room to go out with her. This made him more satisfied with Joson and considered reward Joson well.

"The Tao is ubiquitous and water is ubiquitous. Avoiding the high trend, there is no reversity, and it is also good. Han Jing read a sentence extracted from the Tao Te Ching.

Yang Feng said, "Well, it means that the Tao is everywhere, and the water is unfavorable and avoids the high trend, so it will not be hindered. It can flow anywhere to nourish everything and wash the dirt. The fourth priority of your Bingxuangong is based on this self-created.

"Yes, you also remember."

"It's clear." Generally, not saying sweet words does not mean that Yang Feng can't say it. At this time, he naturally added affectionately: "I remember every word you say in my heart."

The eyes narrowed into a crescent, and Han Jing said again: "The empty place is quiet, unfathomable, and good for the abyss."

The girl really came to test herself. Yang Feng said with a smile, "The water is in a deep pool. The surface is clear and calm, but it is unfathomable."

"Okay, you pass." With a playful blink, Han Jing bit her lips and said, "The first priority of Bing Xuangong is to quench the muscles and skin, but the veins reached by Bing Xuanli are only twelve serious, and the quenching of bones and skin is also superficial. Therefore, I think the fourth priority of the self-created Bing Xuangong is to let the ice Xuanli water flow through the strange muscles and even the flesh and bones of the whole body to nourish the muscles, bones and blood of the whole body, and further wash the dirt in the body.

Yang Feng leaned against the head of the bed, looked at Han Jing, who frowned intoxicatedly, and replied absent-mindedly, "This idea is very correct."

Did not notice Yang Feng's expression. Han Jing reviewed the situation when she created the fourth ice Xuangong at that time and said it in detail.

After reaching the fourth weight, the ice mysterious power suddenly expanded like a riverbed, and the veins in the body expanded, and its own ice mysterious power appeared insufficient, causing the cold air in the world to rush in like a flood, circulating in the body into ice mysterious power.

The ice mysterious power in the veins quickly filled up and turned into a water flow with the characteristics of "soft water and can penetrate the hardest things". It flowed all over the strange veins and even the flesh and bones of the body. The cold tingling sensation spread all over the body, and the qi and blood in the body also became condensed. The bones made a crisp sound, and the flesh was more like countless ice knives. Abrupt peeling.

The pain of ice Xuanli water flow to body transformation is unbearable. She still endured and insisted on practicing. Her body constantly absorbs the gas of Xuanbing around her body, constantly transforming the Qi of Xuanbing into ice Xuanli.

Looking back at that time, the expression on Han Jing's face fluctuated a little, like tears like smoke and fog covering her eyebrows. Suddenly, it flashed with excitement and excitement, which made Yang Feng's mood fluctuate.

"Jing, what are you thinking?"

After Han Jing was lost in thought for a long time, Yang Feng finally couldn't help asking.

Raising her eyes, a faint sadness and sadness appeared on her eyebrows. Han Jing lowered her head and said, "I didn't think about anything."

"Are you homesick?"

"If I were a son, my father would not have taught me Bing Xuangong."

"How many Han Jia Erlang are as good as a female streamer than Han Jing?" Yang Feng did not answer the question, and then pointed to his wound tied with white cloth and said, "There are few people in the Han family who can hurt Yang Feng in the frontal battle, right?"

Han Jing is unhappy again: "Hey, what's your attitude! Those old people in your Yang family are great. If I want to cut them, it's not the same!"

"Hey, I'm advising you, why is it fragrant and smelly!" Yang Feng smiled helplessly.

"Who told you to say that the people of our Han family, huh, are still so arrogant? They think they are great. My brother can beat you and beat you, and they don't need the elders of our Han family to take action!"

"Your three brothers don't seem to be as high as mine, do they?" Yang Feng was really a little unconvinced, especially before that Han Wence openly sent someone to abmate Han Jing in front of the branch hall, which was equivalent to hitting him in the face in public. He hasn't calculated this account with Han Wence yet!