Super bodyguard of female CEO

Above He Feng, Zhuge Chen, who hides his breath, clenches his fist and resists the impulse of rushing down again and slapping Fei He Feng.

"That's all! It seems that this smelly boy has been holding back for a long time when he is with me. I'm not around him. He may grow faster! "

Zhuge Chen shook his head helplessly, and then flew to the distance. Since then, he Feng began his own journey to Kunlun.

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"Hey, master feihuo, there seems to be a city in front of us. Let's have a rest there later!" He Feng pointed to the front of the path and said with a smile to the black robed man beside him.

After zhugechen left, he Feng quickly climbed up the thigh. After all, this guy used to be an enemy, but now he's a friend.

At the beginning, the proud Jian Xiu ignored He Feng's love, but under the attack of He Feng's "sugar coated shells", he finally accepted him. And help he Feng most, unexpectedly is Hongta mountain!

"He Feng boy, the front is Xiao Cheng, we can go there to have a rest." The swordsman nodded and said with a smile. But his steps did not walk, but looked at He Feng with a smile.

He Feng can't understand what the flying fire swordsman wants to express. Without saying a word, he takes out a red pagoda mountain from Najie.

"Master feihuo, I really don't have many cigarettes here. Please save some!"

After saying that, he Feng also a face of flesh pain is not willing to give to fly fire swordsman. The expression, manner and action, as if the hand is not a few cents a piece of Hongtashan, but priceless weapons in general.

But the flying fire swordsman didn't know what this smelly boy was thinking, so he grabbed it directly, and then he skillfully snapped his fingers, and a wisp of smoke came out from Hongtashan.

"He Feng, as a swordsman, you have to follow your own heart. You can't cheat others, let alone yourself. I know you still have a lot of cigarettes there, but you can rest assured that I will not rob you of your cigarettes. I will exchange things with you! "

After that, the flying fire swordsman took out a black manuscript from his Najie, which was written in three gold block letters.

"Seclusion?" He Feng frowned and looked at the manuscript with some doubts.

The flying fire swordsman nodded and said, "this secret skill is a kind of auxiliary secret skill that I once acquired in a cave. It can not only hide your breath, but also change it. If you learn this secret skill, it will be very beneficial for you to hide in Ziwei sect in the future. "

Hear the introduction of flying fire swordsman, he Feng a pair of eyes simply stare can't again big. If it wasn't for the flying fire swordsman who was a man, he would like to hold the flying fire swordsman up and kiss him.

Just a few red pagoda mountains, not only let the flying fire swordsman take the initiative to say his name, but also take out such a precious secret skill. This thigh, not wrong!

But many years of experience let he Feng not rush to pick up the secret, but with a smile to the flying fire swordsman said: "flying fire master, I think you should not just because of my Uncle Chen and these cigarettes give me this kind of good thing?"

The flying fire swordsman was stunned for a moment. Then he took back the "Shenyin skill" in his hand and said: "I'll give it to you. You're still very chatty. Don't forget it!"

Now it's his turn to be silly. My darling, why don't you follow the routine at all? Maple elder brother careful, unexpectedly also was careful to pit!

"Master feihuo, I'm wrong, I'm wrong..."

He Feng quickly admits counseling and apologizes to the flying fire swordsman. But the flying fire swordsman is very bad with his hands on his back and a cigarette in his mouth.

He Maple heart Tucao, your old man wearing a black robe smoking, so really make complaints about it!

But just now, he Feng has already made the flying fire swordsman unhappy. Unless he Feng wants the flying fire swordsman to hammer him, he will never say what he said in his heart.

After a lot of hard work, the flying fire swordsman gave he Feng the "shenyinshu". In exchange, he Feng took ten red pagodas to the flying fire swordsman.

The flying fire swordsman looks at He Feng with a proud face and thinks whether to exchange some secret skills with He Feng for Hongtashan. After all, in his view, these secrets are dispensable to him, while smoke is a luxury for him.

He Feng giggles and looks at the proud flying fire swordsman. He thinks whether he wants to exchange some Hongtashan with the flying fire swordsman for Tianjie's advanced martial arts or this secret skill. After all, in his opinion, although Hongtashan is good, there are still hundreds of rings in his Najie. However, the advanced martial arts and some valuable secret arts of Tianjie are more important to him.

Just when these two guys are thinking of something strange, he Feng suddenly frowns, because he finds a blood smell in the air. Flying fire swordsman also found this, did not speak, but looked at He Feng, wait for He Feng to make up his mind.

Without saying a word, he Feng directly released his mental energy. When he released to about 500 meters, he found that there were two people in blue tights carrying a sack. Judging from the shape of the sack, we can guess that there is definitely a person in it.

"Why? There's still breath? " He Feng eyebrows slightly a pick, some surprised to say.

When he sent out his mental strength, he found that the guy in the sack still had a breath.

But this silk breath is very weak, also because he Feng's mental strength is strong enough to find that he is not dead. As for the two sneaky guys, they all thought that the man in the sack was dead.

"Hey, hey, this trash is dead at last. At this moment, the young master must be at ease when he enters the immortal gate to practice! " One of the black skinned tights, with an obscene smile, said to the guy opposite him.

The guy with his eyebrows off was shoveling the soil and shaking his head and said, "young master, it's really unnecessary. Just because of what a crazy fortune teller said, he asked us to kill this rubbish. Give him ten guts for this rubbish, and he will not dare to do it to our young master! "

"Well! Which fortune teller has offended our young master. Now it's the waste to go to hell. Next, it's his turn! " The black skin tights snorted coldly, looking very angry.

The other tights also shoveled the earth fiercely and said, "it's all because of that crazy fortune teller. Otherwise, how could we go to this wild mountain to do this kind of work?"

The appearance of these two people is just like a dog who shares his worries!