Guo Huai set up a tomb for Xiao Hu. He calmed down, tidied up the shack here, and lived here. He would guard Xiao Hu's tomb for a while.
Every day, I look at the surging Wei River, the blue sky, white clouds, sunset and morning glow, and eat the big fish in the Wei River leisurely and contentedly.
The Daqian Kingdom is now filled with bloodshed, and countless people die every day.
However, Guo Huai paid no attention to worldly affairs during this period and practiced diligently every day. Day after day, his state of mind gradually opened up, and his skills also increased rapidly, and there were faint signs of breaking through the middle stage of innateness.
His cultivation talent is extremely high and cannot be matched by ordinary geniuses. Coupled with his good luck, his cultivation along the way is like using a cheat.
Only Guo Huai himself understood that in addition to his superhuman talents and opportunities, he could not do without his hard training day and night for so many years.
After Guo Huai had devoted himself to practicing cultivation on the Weishui River for three months, a huge building boat passed quickly from the upper reaches of the Weishui River. The building boat was decorated with various garlands with carved beams and painted buildings, and it looked beautiful.
At the railing on the second floor of the building, a tall and plump woman was wearing a peach-colored gauze skirt and a white veil hanging on her face, which barely blocked her stunning appearance.
Wen Tingyi stood on the railing and looked at the surging river. The face of that man could not help but appear in her mind. She wondered if he was still alive.
Hearing that he was forced to jump into the Wei River to escape by two true disciples of the Wudang Sect, Wen Ting looked at the fast-flowing Wei River in front of her and lamented that without innate kung fu, it would be extremely difficult to survive in this fast water.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"
Suddenly a loud horn sounded from the boat. Wen Ting took back her thoughts and looked around. A slender boat rushed from the west like an arrow from the string.
Both sides of the boat were filled with people paddling frantically, looking like a long-legged centipede from a distance.
A seductive woman with a plump, mature and fiery figure in gorgeous clothes walked from the room twisting her body. She has a charming temperament, amorous and gorgeous postures, and her glance and smile are alluring.
When Wen Ting saw the other party coming, she quickly saluted and said, "Granddaughter has met grandma!"
Liu Fanzhi smiled slightly and said lazily and coquettishly: "I told you not to call me grandma, just call me sister!"
Wen Ting lowered her head and said yes.
Liu Fanzhi looked at the Western speedboat rushing over and couldn't help laughing: "I don't know who is coming here to die this time! Hahahaha!"
There was a lean old man on the boat. He was the internal affairs manager of the Yinkui sect and a half-step master. He waved his big hand and said: "Fire the arrow!"
Many male and female disciples holding crossbows pulled the triggers one after another and shot sharp arrows at the boat.
Some people in the boat continued to row, and some people waved their swords to block the arrows. Although they tried to block, some of the arrows still hit the people in the boat.
Suddenly, a swordsman wearing a Confucian shirt flew out of the boat. His sword danced very fast, and a strong wave of air appeared in front of him, and the arrows he shot fell one after another.
Liu Fanzhi sneered: "This hypocrite again!"
Wen Ting was shocked: "Yue Weizhi, the leader of Huashan! His nickname is Junzijian!"
"What a gentleman's sword! He's just a hypocrite!" Liu Fanzhi couldn't stand Yue Weizhi the most. She still hasn't let go of the hatred she felt thirty years ago.
Yue Weizhi flew onto the boat and killed several disciples of the Yin Kui sect. Then he sensed a murderous intention on the second floor and jumped up to the second floor.
"Witch, today is your day of sacrifice!" Yue Weizhi said coldly when he saw Liu Fanzhi.
Liu Fanzhi's face was as cold as frost, and he said bitterly: "Then let's see whose memorial day it is today!"
After saying that, an exquisite ball flew out from her sleeve, making a sharp buzzing sound like lightning and flew towards Yue Weizhi.
Yue Weizhi's figure flashed and his shuriken shot to the west. In an instant, it had collided with the exquisite ball dozens of times.
Yue Weizhi swung his long sword away from the exquisite ball, and his figure immediately rushed towards Liu Fanzhi. He wanted to fight closely.
Liu Fanzhi was extremely experienced. With a slight step on his feet, his body flew upwards at high speed. He pulled the exquisite ball in his hand and hit Yue Weizhi on the back of the head from behind.
As if there were eyes on the back of Yue Weizhi's head, he stabbed the exquisite ball with his sword without looking back, and jumped towards Liu Fanhua again.
Both of them are innate masters in the mid-level, each has magical skills, and they are inseparable from each other for a while.
Wen Ting has been taught by Liu Fanzhi this year, coupled with her practice of the Yin Kui sect's supreme secret book "Nvsha Heart Sutra", she has now broken through to the half-step master level.
In the battle between the innate masters, the day after tomorrow is completely out of the question. Wen Ting jumped to the first floor of the ship to meet the Huashan disciples who jumped on the ship.
All the elite disciples of Huashan Sect came out this time. Most of the people who came this time were third-grade masters, and there were more than a dozen first-grade disciples alone.
There were sounds of fighting everywhere on the ship, and Wen Ting still managed to win against two first-level masters of the Huashan Sect.
It's just that the Huashan Sect has a large number of people this time, and they are all elite disciples. The casualties of the Yinkui Sect disciples on the building ship are increasing.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, all the disciples of the Yinkui Sect on the boat were dead and injured. Only Wen Ting was left in the Yinkui Sect, and the head of the internal affairs was still struggling to support them. Liu Fanzhi and Yue Weizhi had already reached the Weishui River and did not care about the safety of everyone on the boat. Life or death.
Suddenly an old man with mean eyebrows and a goatee appeared. He was an elder of the Huashan Sect and a half-step master. He had noticed Wen Ting for a long time.
This is a top-notch beauty, an old man who has spent his whole life in a world of makeup and makeup. Just one look at her made his heart beat wildly. He was bound to get this woman.
The wretched old man suddenly made a sneak attack, knocking the long sword out of Wen Ting's hand with a sword-breaking move, and placed the sharp blade on Wen Ting's neck.
"Girl, why don't you just surrender! As long as you obey, I will guarantee your safety!" The wretched old man looked at Wen Ting with a leering look, wishing to eat Wen Ting right away.
Wen Ting looked at the wretched old man with a hateful face and said with disdain in her eyes: "Even if I die, I won't let you touch me!"
The old man smiled wretchedly, "I won't let you go even if you die!"
Wen Ting couldn't help but feel fear in her heart. This wretched old man was a pervert, and she couldn't let him touch her even if she died.
The head of internal affairs of the Yinkui faction, with a sword, brushed aside the people who were besieging him, took out a red bottle from his arms and threw it at Wen Ting's feet.
When the bottle fell to the ground, it instantly emitted billowing poisonous smoke. Everyone around immediately flew back, and Wen Ting took the opportunity to jump into the Weishui River.
The wretched old man escaped the poisonous smoke and saw Wen Ting jumping into the Weishui River. He was so angry that he vented his anger on the old man of the Yinkui sect. Twenty moves later, the already scarred building manager was chopped off by the wretched old man with one sword. head.
