Honest and well-behaved.
"Um, that person is the elder of my Qingyuan Sect, and also..."
"Junior Brother Li's master."
Ouyang said with a wry smile.
Everyone suddenly realized.
That makes sense.
"Brother, you..."
Li Mo couldn't help but hold his forehead.
He wanted to make amends and smiled warmly at everyone:
"In fact, most of my martial arts are self-taught."
"Swordsmanship is actually who I am..."
Pah--
The Star Pestle slipped from his sleeve and fell onto the field.
Everyone: “…”
"Damn it, I forgot to collect it!"
Li Mo picked up the hammer and swung it twice in annoyance.
Then he looked at everyone kindly:
"You also know this... huh? Senior Brother Ouyang, why are you kneeling?"
"I believe it!"
Tieqi nodded vigorously.
"I believe it too! Brother Li, you are born to be a dashing swordsman."
"Whoever says it's not, I'll be angry with him!"
Looking at the hammer shining in Junior Brother Li's hand, which seemed like it would hit him on the head at any time, Ouyang said righteously.
You see, Yin Huacheng just doesn’t believe it.
What happened to him?
Bai Jinghong clenched his fists.
In his heart, he felt that warriors who didn't use swords were all vulgar, let alone those who used hammers.
Look at how many people in the world use hammers?
Coincidentally, Luo Yu thought so too.
But he remembered what his sister had told him again and again about the Northwest Hammer King.
He thought of Yin Huacheng who died with his eyes open, and the secret realm that was shattered by a hammer.
"I, Bai, am willing to admit that your swordsmanship is superior to mine."
"Brother Li, I am very familiar with the Kuaishou of Jiutian Shidi Newspaper. I will write the article myself and ask them to help you promote it."
"I'll help you draw the illustrations. I promise they'll be handsome for you!"
"Keep a low profile, it's all just a false reputation..."
....
There was a huge fight outside.
There's a lot of fuss here.
Ying Bing watched the boy's histrionic personality for a long time. He spoke modestly, but the corners of his mouth were more unsuppressed than a pig during Chinese New Year.
She was a little confused.
It was he who was busy in the kitchen every day in Qiu Shui Ge.
It was he who jumped into the Qingyuan with me.
He was like a god of war, standing in front of her, confident that it was him who could help her refine the Blood Phoenix Essence.
From beginning to end, he didn't even have the slightest thought about such a precious treasure as the Blood Phoenix Essence.
He is so weird...
In his past and present life, Ying Bing had never been so unable to understand a person.
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