Super Elation Under the Sun

Su Wan was stunned, his name and those guys who often listened to her husband's lectures were all named by her husband himself. They were all so... beautiful.

Why does Mr.'s own name seem so ordinary and not good at all.

At least relative to her husband's knowledge, this name is not good at all.

Wang Fugui looked at Su Wan, and smiled calmly: "You have me, an educated person, to help you name it. The name is naturally very nice, but I, my parents are just ordinary farmers and peasant women, and they expect me very much. Simple means wealth. People who are used to hard times naturally expect wealth most. They have good expectations for their sons, so I have this name."

Su Wan thought for a while and said seriously: "Mr.'s name is actually not bad, you can see the true meaning in the ordinary."

Wang Fugui laughed blankly, "You can't flatter, this flattery is not good at all."

Su Wan smiled and said, "I really want to know the meaning of the name my husband gave me."

Wang Fugui turned his head and said nothing.

He has a friend named Su Ye. Now it seems that he must be an extremely remarkable scholar. When he named Su Wan back then, he had some thoughts, but if Su Ye knew it, I’m afraid his mood. Not too good.

He just said: "I have a friend, I will introduce you to him in the future."

Su Wan said, without further questioning.

Wang Fugui is just like his name. He is like a very ordinary person now. He wants to go to the city to watch the excitement and trot all the way. It looks a little funny.

Just on the way to trot forward, he saw a young man in black robes, just like him, running forward.

Both of them are not ordinary people, and the reason they appear so ordinary is because they don't want to be discovered special.

In fact, Wang Fugui is better at disguising it.

The young man in the black robe looked a little rusty.

Wang Fugui looked at the young man in black robes and said to Su Wan, "What an interesting young man."

If he hadn't been in the demon land all these years, or if he didn't like the mountain, he would be one of the most knowledgeable people in the world, although he is now, but if it weren't before, his name would undoubtedly be louder. a lot of.

Thinking that his name might be eulogized by the world, Wang Fugui couldn't help laughing.

Was it possible that I left that mountain back then because of my name?

It's just that if all of this hadn't happened afterwards, he hadn't lost his knowledge now, but his reputation was indeed not great.

The black-robed young man is not old, but his reputation in the demon land is much greater than that of Wang Fugui.

Hearing these words, he turned his head to look at Wang Fugui, and yelled, "Interesting your uncle!"

Wang Fugui was startled, then sighed, "It turns out that he is still a young man with a bad temper."

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There is no snow today, which is a good weather.

Six battles took place in Chengtou today.

Six people died.

Those young people, the realm is not too high, but starting from the top of the city, they have the courage to take a step, but the courage is still not enough for the realm.

The young man standing at the head of the city raised the sword, and handed out sword after sword with expressionless expression, beheading one demon repairer after another.

In fact, since the third Demon Xiu climbed to the top of the city, they had already expected that the young man at the top of the city would be invincible due to a long battle, so they did not give him a chance to adjust his breath. Soon ascend the city.

They were thinking of killing Li Fuyao.

But in fact, every time Li Fu shook his sword, there was surplus strength, so after killing six people, there was still half of the sword energy in his spiritual palace.

After killing six people, there was a long silence under the city.

Li Fuyao held the green silk, the blood drop slowly slipped from the sword, dripping from the head of the city.

Many powerful monks were looking at Li Fuyao indifferently.

They knew it in their hearts, knowing that Monarch Qing Tian would not let them mess around. They wanted to make a move, mostly because they were killed immediately, so no matter how much they wanted to kill this young man, no one made any attempts.

Lian Shuo, who was badly injured before, returned to the city, looked at the monks around, and asked angrily: "You let him stand there like this?"

Many demon cultivators have seen the scene where Xiqiu was cut down to the city with a sword by Li Fuyao before. In all fairness, he is not as good as Xiqiu, how dare he go to the city to fight with Li Fuyao.

So they are avoiding Lian Shuo's eyes.

Lian Shuo was seriously injured and had not recovered yet. His face was pale. He looked at Li Fuyao on the top of the city, gritted his teeth and said, "You are all a bunch of rubbish!"

The courage of many people has long since been killed by Li Fuyao by killing six people in a row.

Qinghuai was okay before, but the two people were killed, and both were still alive.

But now it is.

The swordsman on the other side of the mountain and river used a killer move, killing six people in a row. Doesn't this mean that whoever wants to go up is the seventh person who died?

What do you gamble with your life?

Just to fight for a breath.

does it worth?

Someone questioned: "Where are the few people?!"

Everyone knew that he was asking Hu Yue where the few people were, but from the beginning when Qinghuai stood at the head of the city, they hadn't appeared, and no one knew where they were.

But they thought, even if you were afraid of something at first and didn't want to be picked up by others, it was a green locust tree standing at the head of the city, but now.

You are a swordsman, why don't you do it?

They do not understand.

In the attic.

Hu Yue listened to those words and said flatly: "It is indeed a bunch of waste."

Chongye sat in the distance, "Xiqiu had a chance, but he was not lucky."

Like their realm, it can naturally be seen that if Xiqiu knew that his opponent was Li Fuyao from the beginning, then he would not be as straightforward as he lost that day. It can be said that on that day, Li Fuyao picked up one. Cheap.

Xiqiu is an extremely brilliant young man. Although he is a bit worse than them, he can be said to be one of the few powerful people.

At least in their view, there is a battle.

Bi Yu asked: "Hu Yue, when will you take the shot? He fought six people today, which is a good time."

Hu Yue heard the sarcasm in Bi Yu's words.

The words that seem to be concerned, but in fact, all three people know the meaning.

Hu Yue is not stupid, he looked at Bi Yu, frowned and asked, "You and I want to fight first?"

Bi Yu calmly said: "If you had a fight with me, there would be even more reason not to shoot."

Hu Yue stared at him, full of anger.

The clouds on Bi Yu's face were light and breezy.

Chong Ye stood up and said, "Wait a little longer."

Bi Yu stared at him and sneered: "Hu Yue, if you don't make a move tomorrow, you won't be in your turn."

This sentence is a stark threat.

Hu Yue snorted coldly without saying much.

Bi Yu turned his head to look at Zhongye, and said calmly: "Is it as you wish?"

Zhong Ye smiled, and changed the subject and said: "It is said that I have a deep plan, but in fact it is not you that is worse?"

Bi Yu took a deep look at Zhongye, then smiled: "Not necessarily."

This time Zhongye didn't speak any more, but looked at the distance with a plain expression.

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...

In the next few days, people have been leaping to the top of the city to fight Li Fuyao, and the battle was extremely tragic. Both sides wanted to let the other party die, so several more corpses were produced in the past few days.

It's just that the number of people is not as large as before, and for these few days, there are no more than three people a day.

After killing so many people, Li Fuyao has already forged deep hatreds with many races. When he leaves Qingtian City, it will be extremely difficult. Even if he becomes the son-in-law of Qingtian Monarch, there will be many people secretly and secretly. Will target Li Fuyao.

The most direct method is to send someone to assassinate him.

Li Fuyao also knew that there would be such a result, but if he stopped, I was afraid that he would be beheaded by the opponent in the city. Since it was unavoidable, it didn't matter.

Keep killing until no one dared to jump to the top of the city.

It's just that Li Fuyao knows the most dangerous situation, it must not be the way that is shown in front of him now, those young people have not taken action yet.

Hu Yue and the three of them didn't know why, and didn't do it on the second day, so Li Fuyao killed several more people.

As the days passed for more than ten days, Li Fuyao repeated the life of killing people during the day and raising swords at night.

Until one day, there was another heavy snowfall in Qingtian City.

It is not fake at all to say that it is heavy snow, it is really a big snow.

Soon, Qingtian City was covered with a layer of silver frost, even at the head of the city.

Li Fuyao was wearing a blue shirt, standing at the head of the city, his manners were even more calm.

The more he is, the more people dislike him.

Li Fuyao looked at the group of people under the city with a calm expression. The snowflakes were cut apart by his sword energy and turned into a few pieces falling down, without contaminating him.

Under the city.

At the back of the crowd, in an inconspicuous corner, there was a young man in a black robe standing side by side with a middle-aged man. In addition, there was a little mouse standing on the shoulders of the middle-aged man.

The young man in the black robe chuckled and said, "Rich, how long do you think that kid can last?"

Wang Fugui smiled. He didn't feel irritated by this title, but said, "It's so fierce, it seems to be a while."

The black-robed young man's face was full of smiles, and then gradually receded, making a reluctant expression, "It's okay, it's still worse than me."

Wang Fugui smiled and asked: "You said he is your friend, really or not? Be friends with a swordsman?"

The black-robed young man was about to say something loudly, but he noticed his surroundings, and then lowered his voice in hindsight and said, "He is a friend of my Fenglu. This is true. The swordsman is a fart. The kind of person who fancy the identity, can chat with you, a low-level monk?"

Wang Fugui smiled and didn't rush to speak. The first meeting with Feng Lu before was not a good beginning. It was just that while Feng Lu yelled at him, he did not stand still and did not respond, but opened his mouth. Strongly scolded back.

Su Wan was still a little surprised at the time. Why this gentleman who has always read poetry and books did this style seems to be untrue at all. Who knew that after the two men had a day of war of words on the street at the time, the two began to talk. When we got together, didn't we just make an appointment to watch the battle these few days, but Feng Lu always felt that Wang Fugui was a low-level monk, and this time he came to Qingtian City not afraid of death, just to watch the excitement.

His temperament is different from those of other people, so even if he talks with Wang Fugui, he has to be someone who doesn't have a mouthful, or else the Feng Lu will have to fight.

Although the final result must be that Feng Lu was beaten by this scholar, Feng Lu definitely wanted to make a move without knowing his realm.

Su Wan stood on the shoulders of her husband, looking helplessly at the wind spraying next to him. His realm was not high, and he could not see the realm of wind. He only felt that this person was bragging all the time.

As for the swordsman standing on the head of the city, if it wasn't for the natural difference between humans and demons, Su Wan would even admire him extremely.

The monsters worship the strong and admire power. Even the most cunning race will not change this fact.

This is something that blends into the blood.

Wang Fugui suddenly asked: "When are you going to shoot?"

Wind Lu hesitated and then said: "When people hit when he was down, I went to hit someone, but not so seriously hope the sky king, and if I have to marry Ching Wai, who can bear it?"

Wang Fugui frowned and said, "You don't want to marry that girl?"

"The girl has a bad temper. Whoever marries back is unlucky, that is, that fool Li Fuyao treats her as a treasure."

Li Fuyao?

Wang Fugui smiled suddenly, lowered his head and muttered: "It was called Li Fuyao."

The voice was too small and it was deliberately covered up by him, so no one other than himself could hear it.

When he was young, he had not left that mountain at that time. He had a mad temperament and wrote a poem in which there was a sentence, "The Dapeng rises in the same wind every day, soaring for ninety thousand miles."

There are allusions in the poems born out of the Taoist classic "Xiaoyaoyou".

But what actually means is the matter of Beihai Kunpeng.

Then Xuegong began to criticize him. He didn't think there was anything. He just felt that Xuegong had changed, so he left the mountain.

Two of his friends, one stayed honestly for a few years, and finally became the head teacher of the Academy.

Another person, don't know why, went to learn the sword.

Now trapped in the Star Picking Building in Luoyang City.

A few years ago, it happened that the sword fairy Chao Qingqiu killed a great demon.

It is Kunpeng.

But now that young man, the word Fuyao in his name comes from the poem he wrote or the Taoist classics.

In fact, they are still connected.

Even if you go to explore the inner relationship, you can dig a lot.

He raised his head with a smile on his face, and sighed: "What a nice young man."

Feng Lu cursed: "Not bad!"

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In the heavy snow, Hu Yue finally walked out of the attic.