I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

In the courtyard, An Zhi, wearing a fringed dress, walked out slowly.

Feijian pulled out a stream of light in the air, and then fell back to the woman's palm.

Above the courtyard, the tauren **** had already broken a foot, and the broken hooves turned into a huge amount of spiritual power and dissipated in the air.

But soon, the hooves of the tauren **** quickly grew another one.

"Fang Zhi! You are too arrogant! Do you really think I am afraid of you?!"

The tauren **** expressed his discomfort.

However, Yan Zhi didn't even look at the tauren. The woman holding the long sword slowly spoke. The loud voice spread throughout the entire God's Court:

"Whoever dares to touch him in the future is equivalent to doing the right thing with me!"

"Fang Zhi! You!"

A sword light flashed again, and a horn of the tauren **** was directly cut off!

"Who wants to try my sword?"

"Yangzhi! You are not worthy of being a **** in the company of this ant!"

The tauren **** was finally afraid of the long sword in the woman's hand, and after putting down a cruel word, he turned and left!

Naturally, the other gods will not find themselves boring.

After all, in the sacred court, only in terms of combat power, this woman holding a long sword can at least rank in the top three!

All the power in the courtyard disappeared, Hua Zhi put away the long sword, stretched out a little hand and rubbed the little head of the boy next to him:

"How? Are you afraid?"

Jiang Feng nodded, but shook his head quickly.

"To be afraid is to be afraid. There is nothing to be ashamed of. On the contrary, even if you are afraid, you still raise your head. Jiang Feng, you are doing very well." Crouching down, Yan Zhi smiled at Jiang Feng, "Little Feng, remember, no one is above the top, and there is no one who can always stay above the top!"

On this day, the girl's voice was completely engraved in Jiang Feng's mind.

It was from this day that the god-spirited girl named Han Zhi really began to teach Jiang Feng's swordsmanship.

The monster race has its own method of cultivation, and the human race has its own method of cultivation. Similarly, the protoss has its own method of cultivation.

But no matter what kind of cultivation method, everything has something in common. What's more, the cultivation method of the human race originated from the **** race!

In just one year, Jiang Feng had already entered the cave realm that the human monks said, and at the same time he gave birth to a flying sword of his life.

For swordsmanship, Huan Zhi gave it all! Jiang Feng is like the driest earth, no matter how much water Yan Zhi gives Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng will absorb a drop of it!

Every day, Yan Zhi would teach Jiang Feng to practice swordsmanship.

After practicing the sword, Jiang Feng just cooks at noon, and then eats with his own. The gods don't need to eat, but his master is very different.

After lunch, they were practicing swordsmanship or Mingwu Jianxin. Sometimes the two of them would lie under the tree, looking at the sky without the sun, but it was extremely bright.

At night, Jiang Feng still slept with Yan Zhi.

For most of the day, the two were almost inseparable.

Gradually, Jiang Feng grew from a little boy to a teenager, and then to a youth.

In the beginning, Jiang Feng's height was only on the girl's arms, two years later, it was on the girl's shoulders, and in another two years, Jiang Feng was already as tall as Yan Zhi.

By the time Jiang Feng was eighteen years old, Jiang Feng was already a head taller than the girl.

From the initial bend down and look down, until now he can only see his face when she raises her head. The girl is very happy in her heart, but she has an unknown taste.

At this time, Jiang Feng could no longer sleep with his master.

At the age of twenty, it only took ten years, and Jiang Feng had already entered an unknown realm.

"Master, what's the name of this realm?"

On the day of the broken mirror, standing in front of the girl, Jiang Feng asked the girl.

After the ** years, the girl is still the same as before, even Jiang Feng feels that when one day she gets old, she will be so cute and pretty as the master of the gods.

"Let me name it?" The girl blinked.

"Yeah." Jiang Feng nodded.

"Then... Yuan Ying, it's called Yuan Ying Realm, out of the physical body, God enters the Yuan Ying."

"Okay, then, it's called Yuanying."

The word "Yuan Ying" was taken by Yan Zhi.

Before that, under the mortal dust, the strongest human race was only "Nascent Infant", and Su Li, this was the first person to break through the golden core and reach the Nascent Infant realm!

"Sure enough, you always think that you are above the top, after all, you still have to be pulled off the curtain."

Yan Zhi already knew what the Nascent Soul Realm meant to the Human Race!

The so-called gods are nothing more than being separated from the flesh and surpassing the flesh, but now, when the human race considered the weakest by the ten thousand races to reach this state.

It is the beginning of the change.

Moreover, Jiang Feng's Nascent Soul is not an ordinary Nasal Infant, which makes Yan Zhi a little puzzled whether the Human Race Nasna Infant is so strong.

Mortal human race man, standing at thirty!

When Jiang Lin was 30 years old, Jiang Lin broke through the shackles again and reached a new level.

"Jade Pu"

Uncut jade, after all, shows its most charming look!

When he cut off the ancient glutton with a sword, and looked at his spotless, slender and solid figure holding the sword horizontally, Hu Zhi knew that it was time that he should leave.

He also knew that he was leaving.

One wanted him to leave, but he was reluctant to leave.

One wants to leave, but can't let it go.

As if the heart was tacit, no one said anything, still living day after day as usual.

But, in the end, that day will come.

"Master..."

In the courtyard, Jiang Feng bowed to her who had never changed.

As if waiting for him, early in the morning, the girl sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the heavenly sky.

"Are you going?"

He retracted his gaze from the air and looked at him with a smile.

In her eyes, there is an unprecedented loneliness and loneliness.

"I'm going to find her."

Jiang Feng said softly.

"After finding her."

"I will go to marry her and marry her."

"That's it..."

Yan Zhi stood up ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and walked to Jiang Feng's side, lifted his wistful hands, arranged his clothes for him, and Yan Zhi's good-smelling body scent drifted into Jiang Feng's nose.

"Do you remember? You still owe me two things."

"Remember, the disciple dare not forget."

"Then...If I told you not to leave, would you still leave?"

Jiang Feng shook his head, "Master will not make this request to me."

"You kid, why are you so sure." Fan Zhi's eyes are already filled with mist, "I am also a woman, and women are very selfish."

"But the master is the master."

"Stupid boy, are you stupid when practicing swordsmanship?" The woman flicked his forehead slightly, "Then, I will ask for another one."

Taking a deep breath, looking directly into his eyes, the woman slowly spoke:

"Do you dare to marry me?"