Great Creator

She was a few years older than the girl, holding a green, lotus leaf-shaped umbrella in her hand, wearing a neutral gown, but carrying a silver, long and narrow big box, and She doesn't fit in well with her body shape.

The woman with the lotus leaf umbrella trot up to her in a few steps and said cheerfully: "Xiao Xia Xia, fortunately, you walk fast, otherwise you will die again. Let’s go to Song Yue’s house first and see what’s happening in Lumei Villa. That's it."

The girl in the yellow skirt did not follow her right away, but glanced at the boy.

Then he said, "No, there is probably no one in Lumei Villa. This kid should be the last one."

"No?? Did you feel it? Wow, you deserve to be the Sword Fairy, so sensitive?"

The girl seemed very helpless to her companion, she said:

"Well, the master said that my inner qi is the dual attributes of life and nature, and my sense of life is very high, so the sense of vitality can be very far and accurate."

She explained a little bit, and then asked the woman: "Since the Song family is almost dead, our rescue failed this time. So, what do you plan to do with the Song family's orphans?"

The woman with the lotus leaf umbrella was immediately worried, "Oh, what should I do? It is impossible for me to take the child. Or let's send him to the orphanage."

The girl in the yellow skirt said sullenly, "You! Song Yueming is your friend. His family has been wiped out and there is an orphan. Would you not even think about the problem of someone else attacking the orphan?"

"Yeah! I forgot! Thanks for reminding. Then let's kill all his enemies. Then there is no need to worry!"

The girl in the yellow skirt held her forehead with a headache, "This is also OK, anyway, the order of heaven, send me here, I will help you to the end."

Her gaze fell on the boy again, and asked him:

"What's your name? What's your relationship with Song Yue? Let's go with us first. Let's send you to a safe place first. Don't worry, we will help you avenge your grievances."

The young man hit a Ji Ling, and suddenly, he understood his situation and what he should do.

So he took a step forward and knelt down on the muddy ground in the pouring rain.

The muddy water polluted his body and head, and he shouted hoarsely:

"Master, please accept me as a disciple and teach me martial arts!"

During the four days of hiding in the cellar, the boy understood one thing.

He will never naively think that he won't be okay if he doesn't practice martial arts well.

In this cruel rivers and lakes where the knife head licks blood, whether martial arts is good or not is not a question of how well the life is, but the distance between life and death!

And this young girl in a yellow dress, who is not wet in the heavy rain, has the strength to cut off a master that no one in his family can resist!

He can't miss such a master!

"Hey, you haven't answered Xiao Xiaxia's question yet!" The woman with the lotus leaf umbrella kicked the rain and came to the boy, carrying the big box, leaning down and looking at him who was kneeling on the ground, "Who are you? "

"...My name is Song Hong, and I am Song Yue's son." The boy replied humblely in the muddy water.

"Oh, it's my son, all right. Hey, I feel like I must be responsible! After all, Song Yue is considered to be implicated by me, hum!" The woman pouted.

The girl in the yellow skirt listened to the conversation between the two in silence, and didn't speak again until the woman finished her question. She said lightly:

"Accept a disciple, it's okay. The master originally asked me to spread martial arts. Then, you can follow me from today."

Song Hong was overjoyed, and again respectfully bowed his head three times with the courtesy of his disciples meeting the master.

"I haven't asked the master's name yet, I beg the master to tell the disciples." Song Hong said on her knees.

The woman with the lotus leaf umbrella said to the side: "You are so weird! You have to soak yourself in mud and talk."

"Millis, okay, this kid has just lost all his relatives, don't irritate him first."

The girl in the yellow skirt was helpless.

"Ah? What excites me? Why didn't I feel it. Okay! You are a human, you have the final say!"

The girl looked at Song Hong and said, "My name...let's be Xia. I am Xia alone."

summer.

Song Hong chanted the name over and over in his heart.

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After that, Song Hong followed Xia and Mishui to begin his journey in the arena.

The two of them didn't look like they were on the road, but they seemed extra leisurely, especially the millet water, they were simply traveling in the mountains and playing in the water. She would take Xia to go shopping from time to time, and occasionally buy some clothes. At this time, she either throws away the old clothes, or takes something out of the box, stuffs it into her arms, and puts the clothes in a stack.

Song Hong wanted to see what was in that mysterious big box, but Mishui never let him see it.

But what is very inconsistent with this leisure is that no matter when and where, as long as there is an enemy attack, or they come to the enemy's territory, all the enemies will regret becoming their opponents.

No one is Xia's enemy.

Song Hong only knew at that time that his ability when he saw Xia Yijian cut the slender man was not her strongest strength.

The slender man, although also a congenital master, is not the top combat power among the arena.

And in the following time, almost all the top combat power in the arena, came to Xia and slipped again.

Xia took them to and fro, traveling all over the rivers and lakes, allowing Song Hong to see countless wonderful battles.

Moreover, it also allowed him to see the millet's ability to cause trouble.

Because every time Xia would say: "Milose, you have offended even this sect, have you provoke ninety-nine percent of the forces in the world?"

"I feel like it is!" Not only did Mi Shui not feel a trace of guilt, but it seemed to have done something very proud.

Xia sighed.

Because the two were not in a hurry, Xia also had plenty of time to teach Song Hong.

She directly guided Song Hong with her internal energy, helped Song Hong lay the foundation for her internal strength, and then taught him a kind of breath-out technique for him to practice on his own. As for swordsmanship, Xia also carefully taught them.

Song Hong practiced very hard.

In Lumei Villa, there were more than two hundred people, and everyone's death was deeply borne by him. He dared not relax at all, for fear that he would be sorry for the family members who passed away.

Not only that, in fact, he also has an almost crazy worship of Xia, the master.

On that day, the sun was setting, and the wind was cool.

Xia took the millet, with him, standing on the top of the cliff and below, densely crowded with people, waving flags or holding weapons, shouting everywhere.

This battle is the coalition of the eight strongest forces in the arena.

Five big gangs, three big sects, all came out to encircle and suppress the three of them.

Before this ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Xia and Mishui had already let the few people and forces standing on their side retreat, but they stayed behind.

So, this scene appeared.

"She is alone, can she beat thousands of us?"

"We piled her up too!"

"Witch Xia, we advise you to catch it as soon as possible!"

Song Hong looked at the vast sea of ​​people and felt desperate. His master could beat one, ten, or a hundred people, but if they took turns, how long could the master persist? How long can they last?

Song Hong held the sword in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said, "Master! You don't care about me, even if I die, I will die with Master!"

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