Perspective Medical Genius Young Master-Chapter 1520 - 1511: Fermentation

Wow! Impossible? Could you become such a powerful Han soldier? I really can’t believe it! How old are you? You don’t look as old as me, can you become such a powerful Han soldier? Can’t you go to Heaven being so fierce?" Sitting constantly next to proud Sheng, as if seeing proud Sheng for the first time today.

His eyes were like fierce sword fire. He wanted to see through his bones and muscles without judging his proud flesh. He could always deeply see his own soul.

However, his son measured carefully ten times before finally confirming that Ao Cangsheng was still the original Ao Cangsheng and hadn’t gone all the way down.

Bright light flashed in Yue Shuang’s eyes. He couldn’t believe Ao Cangsheng could become such a strong Han warrior.

Then, how powerful should the ghost thought of Ao Cangsheng Refinery be? Even if it’s Tianlong Wuxiu’s Refinery genius, fundamentally it’s Ao Cangsheng’s Refinery.

If it weren’t for Liu Qinghao’s double confirmation, Yue Shuang would have thought Ao Cangsheng was deliberately playing with them.

"Is this treasure sword really made by you?" Although Liu Qinghao had confirmed it twice, Yue Shuang still asked such a question like a ghost using a devil’s trick.

But at this time, the anger on his face disappeared, in a dream between a pair of people, there was a happy and joyful smile.

"Of course!" Ao Cangsheng chuckled, looking into Yue Shuang’s eyes without moving. That demon really wants to see enough things at once.

"Hmm, have you passed Han Tianfu’s examination?" Yue Fang asked, looking at the sword box emitting cool air.

"Naturally!" said something amusing.

Hearing this, he couldn’t help sitting. He looked at his arrogant face and sneered contemptuously: "Don’t act like a Han soldier’s stick, look at your cow! I unconsciously learned in the Refinery all day long. If not, with my heavenly division, that elegant Han soldier must be stronger than you!"

In this way, the dirty eyes of the thief kept sweeping towards Yue Shuang. The intense jealousy liked the tone but also went to ferment, scattering all around.

For some who can’t eat grapes, grapes are sour, they all said to him, "Cut!"

Speaking of the box of longswords, Yue Shuang remembered their plan to visit Han Tianfu again and asked, "Since you have become an Alchemist of Han Tianfu, does Han Tianfu want to protect you from not going to Tianhe Xuanlin?"

Ao Cangsheng smiled lightly and said: "The elder in the Refinery hall promised to lend me a person from Heaven and Earth, then he would come with me into the gold NRU Tianxuan Forest!"

Hearing this, Yue Shuang sighed with relief. Although the Black Dragon Forest in Tianxuan Forest is extremely dangerous, if there are people from the habitat being protected, the risk will be reduced.

"Alright, since we did it, let’s go back! I think we will break through soon. I’ll mention it again tonight!" Ao Cangsheng waved to the crowd and returned to Tianlong Wuxiu first.

After learning this news, Yue Shuang and others couldn’t get over it for an hour.

In addition to long red hair naturally draped over shoulders, this young man looked mysterious and strange.

The young black man stood there on the street, hair disordered, smiling casually, making people fear him, but at the same time inevitably having a hint of intimacy.

"Who do you say has the voice of a duck?" The black youth still smiled casually, but a bit of fierce light flickered in his eyes.

"You, pretty boy!" Sitting motionlessly was frustrated, but after the black youth, the fire of anger in his heart immediately ignited.

Therefore, no matter what the origin of the black youth is, they directly shouted loudly.

When others saw the black youth, they had already felt, although this person had a leisurely face, he was actually an unfathomable master. At least in Yue Shuang’s eyes, we couldn’t see the young man’s true strength at all.

In haste, Frost rushed forward, whispering to the man sitting down: "This man is remarkable, can’t be rebuilt anymore!"

Today, there are countless enemies, many people want to kill them. After a bloody battle, Ao Cangsheng came to Heavenly Martial City with great difficulty. Yue Shuang didn’t want to attract some enemies to Ao Cangsheng.

For this reason, she secretly signaled not to act recklessly to avoid unnecessary trouble.

But sitting on fire, now being led by Yue Shuang, the heart of blood and courage will once again rise.

He thought that he hadn’t had a chance to show up in front of the teacher for so long. Now that he finally had the opportunity, he must properly train the pretty boy in front, so the teacher knows he is a sincere person.

With that in mind, sitting down wasn’t exciting. Despite his anger greatly reduced, he constantly wanted to show off the spotlight, prompting him to exhibit his fierceness and shout loudly at the black youth in front.

After this little face, the proud face was also black. If there is still a chance to reconcile with the black youth now, the conflict between them becomes completely incomprehensible after the voice of "the little white face".

Of course, as soon as I sat down, I heard the black youth sneer and say: "Xiao Shu, do you know how I usually treat those who scold me?"

"Who are you cursing?" With two fists clenched tightly, sitting down savagely, eyes suddenly flashed with fierce light. This was the first time in his life he had heard of "splashing sound".

"Who else besides you? As soon as you open your mouth, you swear. What’s not splashing? The black youth didn’t change at all, still leisurely standing on the street.

But even so, in Ao Cangsheng’s eyes, a mountain appeared before him, the heavy street completely blocked their way to Lulu.

Initially, he wanted to pretend to be a real man so he could raise his eyebrows and breathe in front of Yue Shuang. Unexpectedly, he was cursed by the other party as a little splash, which made the barbarian sitting helpless.

"Bastard, I think you are looking for it! If I don’t turn your little pretty face into a head today, I’m not a real man!" He sat angrily, ignoring frost and arrogant obstacles, directly transformed into a gust of wind. With a "whoosh" sound, he rushed towards the black youth.

Before taking action, Zhou’s vitality surged violently, immediately concentrating in his right hand.

The fist flashed like a fiery tiger, roaring towards the white cheek of the black youth. The whistle of the boxing wind stirred up the dust around.

They all say people are not for appearance, but sitting down used one hand to hit the white cheek of the black youth. In his view, only by turning this little white face into a colorful head could he resolve his hatred, show the absolute demeanor of a true man, let Yue Shuang watch him, let the master like him.

So, the sitting fist was full of anger, arrogance, pride, and conceit. A punch was fast and fierce, directly hitting the black youth when he rushed out.

Seeing this domineering power explosion, Ao Cangsheng’s heart couldn’t help but go "click," secretly thinking bad!

Facing the heavy punch sitting down, the black youth couldn’t help but sneeze: "How angry! The book hasn’t started yet, but you’re looking for it!"

In the conversation, I sat down like a tiger and punched fiercely. I roared a step before the black youth.

However, strangely, the dust on the ground could be blown up by his fists, and the air could be wiped away from the "zila" crisp.

But his iron fist punched the black youth in the distance, unable to dissipate the naturally loose red long hair of the black youth.