"Well!"! Little thing, come here and let me see how the sword wound on your arm is. Mo Mingzhi thought, "a sword wound is a sword wound. What else is there to see?"? But he went over and rolled up his sleeves for the snow sweeper to see. As soon as he saw the sword wound on Mo Mingzhi's arm, he was stunned. Because this is not a sword wound, but a unique mark left by Yunnan Diancang Sect on the opponent's body, called Feixue Yidianhong. Although it was a light sword, he used the dark strength of his wrist to stab six swords in an instant, so the wound was in the shape of a plum blossom. So, what this little thing pushed away with one hand was not an ordinary person, but a master of the Dian Cang Sect, whose swordsmanship was unusually sophisticated. Will such a master be killed when he jumps back and falls down? That's impossible. When he thought about it carefully, he felt that his idea just now was untenable. But how did the master of the Dian Cang Sect die? Is it true that the little thing in front of us was killed by a slap? That's hard to believe! Sweeping the snow thought for a while and said, "Little thing, you clap a stalagmite on the left with your palm and let me have a look." Mo Mingzhi took a look at the stalagmite, which was gradually accumulated from the surface of water dripping from the top of the cave. It was sharp at the top and round at the bottom, as tall as two adults and as thick as a bucket. Confused, he asked, "Old man, why did you ask me to shoot it?" "Because I want to see if you really swatted people to death!"! Little thing, when you shoot, you must try your best, just like you push the person away with your hand. "Doesn't my palm hurt?" Sweeping snow could not help laughing: "Little thing, how can you be so unpromising?"? If you're afraid of pain, shoot me. Mo Mingzhi opened his eyes wide and said, "Old man, aren't you afraid that I will beat you to death?" "If you're afraid I'll die, shoot a stalagmite!"! If you don't shoot it, it means that what you just said is totally lying to me, and I don't believe a word. "Good!"! I'll shoot. Mo Mingzhi, in order to prove that he had not told a lie, and regardless of the pain in his palm, clenched his teeth and clapped his palm at the stalagmite with a "whoosh", only to hear a loud noise, a stalagmite as thick as a barrel, which not only broke Mo Mingzhi's palm, but also flew out of the upper half of the stalagmite and hit the stone wall not far away. Sprinkle down. Mo Mingzhi was stunned again. He couldn't believe he had so much strength. No, not this stalagmite, not the rock? Is it made of sand? He felt the remaining half of the stalagmite with his hand. It was very hard. Indeed, it was rock, not a pile of sand. Sweeping snow is also completely surprised to see, Inflatable outdoor park , it seems that this child has incredible inner strength, even the first-class master in the martial arts world, it is impossible to have such inner strength. Where can this child practice such a good True Qi? Is it natural? Or did you take some exotic flowers and fruits? Because it is impossible for a well-grounded Wulin person to have such strength at such an age. She looked at the confused Mo Mingzhi in a strange way, nodded and said, "Little brother (Snow Sweeper no longer calls Mo Mingzhi a little thing contemptuously), so you have a unique skill. No wonder you didn't fall to your death from such a high place, but I was wrong.". So it seems that the man was killed by you. "I didn't know I had so much strength, old man!" Sweeping Snow Smile: "Little Brother, why do you keep calling me an old man?"? Am I very old? "Then what shall I call you?" "You can call me aunt or sister!" No, no! Shall I call you aunt? "Yes!"! What's your name, little brother? "My name is Mo Mingzhi." What!? You don't have a name? "No!"! Aunt, my surname is Mo, and my name is Mingzhi. "I see.". It's an interesting name. It's a good one. Little brother, you are the surname'wheat 'of'wheat', or used to write'ink ''? "? Because Mo Mingzhi had learned from Xiaoyan on Jiuyou Peak and had read some books. Although he could not read much, he knew his surname and said, "It's ink for writing." "Oh!"? Your accent sounds like Huguang. Jingzhou Tongdao County Renshi. ” "Yes, aunt, and you?" Me? I'm also from Tongdao County, and my surname is Mo. So I'm afraid we're of the same clan. It turned out that the layman who swept the snow was also surnamed Mo, but she had no parents since she was a child and was adopted by the Moon Picking Fairy. Mo Mingzhi said in surprise, "Really?"? Aunt, then you must be my own aunt. I haven't had any family since my grandfather died. "I'm the same, and I'm afraid you're the only one!" Mo Mingzhi did not expect that when he fell into this ancient well-like cave, he would meet his relatives who were suspected to be monsters. He was so happy that he wanted to jump up. "Aunt, let's find a way to get out. Don't live in this cave.". Outside, I must serve you well. "Little brother, we." Aunt, why do you call me brother? "You should call me'Chi'er. That's what my grandfather called me." Sweeping snow smiled: "Yes!"! I should call you "Chi'er". Zhier, let's not rush out first, even if we go out now, not only can you not protect me, you are also extremely dangerous! Mo Mingzhi is astonished: "Aunt, what danger do I have?" "Zhier, do you know who the man you killed was?" "Oh?"? Who is he? "He was a master of the Dian Cang Sect. You didn't mean to kill him, but he died in your hands.". May I ask, as soon as you go out, can the people of Dian Cang faction let you go? Besides, the people of the Emei Sect also want to arrest you. You can't guard against the people of these two sects alone. "Auntie, what about me?" "It seems that these decent people will not catch you for no reason to kill you, must be your grandfather Liu and these decent families have a grudge, but this grudge falls on you.". Zhier, what other martial arts did Grandpa Liu teach you besides your inner strength? "Kung Fu!"? Aunt,inflatable floating water park, I don't know any martial arts! "Oh!"? Don't you know martial arts? "But when I saw you clap your palm at the stalagmite, your palm was fierce and extraordinary, but it was a very powerful palm!" "Is that palm a martial art?" 。 joyshineinflatables.com