The broad north bank of Hanoi.

Suddenly, waves surged.

A figure came out from the bottom of the water, swayed, and quickly climbed to the shore.

After pulling off the mask on his head, Zhang Yuan's whole body was painful and cold.

The meridians and internal organs seemed to be frozen by the cold ice, and they couldn't help but tremble.

His lips were dark purple and almost lacked oxygen.

The opponent's palm power is too terrifying.

Another sudden attack, if it weren't for his profound internal strength, he would have been shocked to death by a palm.

Did the other party find him in advance?

No, it's definitely not!

The figure in the other party's room should be just a substitute to attract attention.

This person's mind is terrible.

There is a substitute in the room at all times.

But I don’t know where I am hiding.

In this case, anyone who wants to attack him will only be in trouble.

Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating the Nine Yang true energy, evaporated the water stains on his body, and began to heal his wounds.

He was secretly glad that he was very quick to react, and he had iron cloth shirt and eighteen dragon-subduing palms, otherwise the situation would be dangerous.

As for the Snow Drinking Knife!

The other party did not give him any chance to draw his sword. The attacks came one after another, extremely fast, and could only rush to fight him.

A stream of white air evaporated from him, and the cold inside his body was quickly dissipating.

Time is fast.

When the day comes, the rising sun rises as usual.

The injuries in Zhang Yuan's body finally stabilized.

He opened his eyes and showed relief.

The healing effect of the Nine Yang Divine Art is indeed extraordinary.

After one night's injury healed.

He suddenly opened the blue panel and looked at the 90 merit values ​​above, all added to the Nine Yang Divine Power.

A flash of light, the Nine Yang Divine Power transformed into a shocking past and present (414/800)

Strength: 415 ox.

Speed: 375.

The injuries in his body disappeared completely, and an extremely powerful feeling filled his heart.

"I'm afraid I have the second-level strength now."

Zhang Yuan talked to himself.

Last time, Ren Xingyun passed on his skills and forced him to level two, which was 850 Niu.

Now that I have reached 415 Niu, no matter how I look at it, I should have the second-level strength.

"He Jiu took me a pill last night, and it would be impossible for nothing to happen. Well, I will visit him openly now and test his true situation. If he is really injured internally, I will take action again tonight and capture him directly."

Zhang Yuan thought to himself.

Make up your mind soon.

Looking at his ragged coat, he took it off and walked towards some ferry boatmen in the distance.

"Boatman, how do you sell the boat? I will pay five taels of silver. How about selling one of my boats?"

Zhang Yuan's face was smiling.

The boatman was stunned and hurriedly said, "Okay, little brother is willing, just choose."

I met a fool and bought him a broken ship for five taels of silver.

Zhang Yuan threw a silver ingot over and chose a cleaner boat.

Yesterday, he saw the appearance of Qingcheng Sect and Tang Sect masters. He thought it was pretty good and really cool.

Today, I have to write the same thing and learn a few sentences.

"What poems will you think of later?"

He thought in his heart.

I soon had an idea, a smile on my face, and I was about to urge the boat to leave here.

Suddenly, my heart moved, I looked at the boatman again, and said with a smile: "Boardman, your clothes are good, why not sell them to me?"

"I'm a sackcloth. Are you sure you want it? If you want it, I'll give it to you directly."

The boatman smiled.

"Thank you, the boatman."

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly.

The boatman hurriedly took off his coat and threw it to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan changed into his clothes, drove towards the distance with a squinting smile.

The boat was walking downstream, and with his internal force, he immediately broke through the waves quickly.

It is also safe to change into the ship's clothes.

After all, I just fought with He Jiu yesterday and said I had to change my outfit no matter what.

He carried his hands on his back, stood quietly on the bow of the boat, hiding his breath and returning to the vagueness.

The sun rises eastward, and the waves are shimmering.

He was like he was wearing morning light, sailing from the sun, and his breath blended perfectly with the scenery of heaven and earth.

The boat shop is approaching, and countless tourists in the world are playing and playing, and the breath of rouge and water powder is floating in the wind.

The center of the shipyard.

The sound of the piano is melodious and exciting.

Jue Wushuang is wearing a plain long dress, with a beautiful face, a jade face covering her gauze, a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, and two phoenix eyes. She has extraordinary temperament and is flawless, like a celestial woman who has descended to the mortal world.

Her eyebrows were melancholy, which attracted people's compassion, and the sound of the piano was slim and heart-wrenching.

For a moment, everyone around was all confused.

During the meal, there were three people sitting together.

A Qingcheng School "little god" Yu Fengnian.

A young and handsome man from the Tang clan.

There is another one who is also young and gentle, and has extraordinary talent.

The three of them sighed repeatedly.

"The sound of the piano tells the heart, and I can hear the voice of Fairy Jue's heart. However, the past is gone, and the fairy still needs to look forward and cannot be immersed in the past."

Yu Fengnian sighed.

"Yes, fairies are born from the beautiful world. How can they be soaked in pain and unable to extricate themselves? In this way, wouldn't we be ashamed?"

The young man from the Tang Sect spoke.

"What Brother Tang said is that today is just to discuss martial arts, and I would like to ask the fairy to present another martial arts song, so that we will have no regrets."

The third person spoke.

"I'm rude."

Jue Wushuang lightly his jaw head, his bare hands tweaked his piano, and his sound of a piano changed instantly, implicit murderous aura, as if there were golden swords and iron horses flying across the sky, shouting and killing to the sky, and flags covering the sky, as if entering the battlefield in an instant.

Everyone's face swelled, their blood was instantly mobilized, their breathing was rapid, their eyes were hot, and their hearts were full of passion. They wished they could run into the battlefield, let go and kill, make achievements, and wrap their bodies in the horse.

Everyone was passionate.

But at this moment!

The sound of laughter came, deafening, like a thunderbolt, echoing in this world.

Then, the voice is confident and every word is heard.

"Our generations of people come from the world. Once we enter the world for years, the emperor's tyranny is talking and laughing, and it is a drunkenness in the world."

"The fairy's piano sounds are sensible, and Zhang comes to hear the sound, and it's so honorable!"
To be continued...