"Damn it! It hurts so much!"

Zheng Xiaoming was shocked, staggered across the fence, almost rolled into Futian, and shouted: "It's not fair! This fog swordsman is so powerful, how can I be my opponent?"

But where can anyone pay attention to him?

This is not a kindergarten, and if you get beaten, there will be a teacher coming out.

Zheng Xiaoming shouted a few times, smiled embarrassedly, stood up, but gradually figured out how to deal with the fog swordsman.

The tiger roared and suddenly rushed out of the Futian, like a hungry tiger pounced on food, sweeping towards the other party with a long sword.

However, although this fog swordsman is powerful, has a smart body and quick moves, he is a fog body and lacks strength after all.

Zheng Xiaoming just saw this and relied on his own strength to bully him. The long sword swept across, which actually caused the whimpering sound of the wind.

The fog swordsman avoided it, but his figure was fog after all. After all, he was swept by the sword wind and his figure was a little disorganized.

Zheng Xiaoming was immediately overjoyed when he saw this trick useful. He is now extremely physically equitable and has great strength.

Use the long sword as a door panel, and the wind is blowing.

The fog swordsman wanted to raise his sword to block it, but how could the fog sword block the true sword?

Before the sword arrived, the sword wind arrived first, blowing away the fog long sword, and then slapped the fog swordsman on the ridge of the sword and slapped it away.

The fog dissipated and immediately turned into black and gray, falling into Futian.

"Huh," exhaled heavily. Zheng Xiaoming was a little gasping, but these two swords almost used all their strength.

"The fog swordsman is transformed by the swordsman's broken soul, and is extremely weak! If he kills him, he will have seven silks of Yinde."

News came to my heart.

Zheng Xiaoming almost cried out: "Can such a powerful fog swordsman still be extremely weak?"

However, after thinking about it carefully, it is true. Although this fog swordsman has exquisite swordsman, his speed and strength are better than nothing. Isn’t he extremely weak?

Looking back at the sword-heart fruit vine in the Futian field, it finally grew! However, the ripening fruit is still zero%.

In the fog, a new fog swordsman was generated and slowly walked towards Zheng Xiaoming.

"It seems that it really needs to kill more of these mist swordsmen to ripen the sword heart fruit!"

At this time, Zheng Xiaoming had a pain in the several places where he had just been caught in the sword. However, Zheng Xiaoming didn't care about so much. He roared and rushed towards the new fog swordsman.

This time, Zheng Xiaoming found a way to deal with the fog swordsman.

He didn't use the sword's edge, he just swept across the sword's back, and he just slapped it over.

This was suddenly fierce and fast. As soon as the fog swordsman walked out of the thick fog, he was hit by the long sword in the waist, and his entire waist suddenly became scattered. Then it turned into black ash and fell into Futian to become fertilizer.

Two fog swordsmen solved the problem, and the ripening fruit reached 14%!

Zheng Xiaoming was in high spirits and wanted to kill a few more fog swordsmen.

However, I suddenly realized that there were only five traces of merit left on my body.

Moreover, after all the stray cats near the community were killed, Zheng Xiaoming no longer had the way to gain the power of merit!

I dare not consume the remaining five merits.

At this moment, I can only go back and dig the ground honestly and weed it.

Another weed was dug out, increasing the maturity of the sword heart fruit to 19%.

It should have been getting late at this time, and I can't dig a weed even if I continue! Zheng Xiaoming fell asleep in Futian.

I heard only the crowing sound of the chickens. I stretched my back and got up. I was once again a fierce and powerful man!

However, seeing the wrist of the sword that I had been caught last night was blue and black, it looked quite terrifying and felt even more painful.

This made Zheng Xiaoming feel shocked: "I didn't expect that the fog sword would have a very bad damage! This injury looks a bit terrifying, and I don't know how to treat it?"

Fortunately, I quickly got the answer, but I just went out to bask in the sun.

The fog swordsman is a broken soul, and this injury is caused by the Yin Qi.

This kind of yin energy is most afraid of yang energy, so it’s all about basking in the sun!

Zheng Xiaoming felt relieved after getting the answer. He saw that it was only after six o'clock. He heard that there was no movement next door, and then he knew that Zheng Yingying had not gotten up yet. The sun was not coming out at this time.

But I didn't care about that much, I went to wash up first, and went out to run.

Before the run was over, the red sun rose. The sun was warm on the body, and the wounds on the body began to fade and fade away.

After all, the Mist Swordsman's evaluation is extremely weak and he is not strong in itself, so the injuries left to Zheng Xiaoming are naturally not serious.

In addition, after Zheng Xiaoming took three Zhuangyuan fruits and three Pure Fruits, his physical fitness has reached the level of professional athletes, with strong blood and strong energy. It is not difficult to eliminate these Yin Qi injuries.

"The fog swordsman is not powerful, I have found a way to deal with them. The problem is that I lack enough merit power now! I still have to find a way to get some merit!"

Thinking of this, I really have some worries. How can I do good deeds and earn merits these days has become so difficult?

Zheng Xiaoming thought about it carefully and felt that it was mainly because good things are not easy to do these days.

There is a danger of helping an old lady to be dependent on her. She may be stabbed by others when she is brave enough...

Zheng Xiaoming finished running and was thinking about this problem when he came back.

He couldn't think of it himself, and suddenly had an idea, opened the group and sent a message: "Sands, do you think what good things do you do these days will be without any consequences?"

The book friend group was originally deserted, but Zheng Xiaoming said a splash of water: "What does it mean? Is the author who lost the streets and is ready to do good things? Why don't you donate the money to me!"

Zheng Xiaoming ignored these silly sculptures and said to himself: "Everyone help me open my brains. Is there any good thing that ordinary people can do without future troubles?"

"You might as well send a red envelope if you miss the street! This is a good thing for a good person!"

"Otherwise, you can also produce seeds! A good person will be safe for his life!"

Zheng Xiaoming suddenly felt that what these silly sculptors in the group made sense. It would be better to go everywhere to spawn seeds, which would be considered to be helpful to millions of people... It would be strange! It would be good if you don’t get arrested!

When it became this time, someone finally expressed some constructive opinions: "Brother, are you going to do good deeds? Are you planning to accumulate merit?"

Zheng Xiaoming was shocked, I went, I even knew this. When I saw that it was actually Dao Erfu! I felt relieved.

This guy vaguely knows some of Zheng Xiaoming's abilities, so it's not surprising that he says such words!

"What are you good ways?" Zheng Xiaoming asked.

Then Dao Er said, "Isn't there a movie to help cancer patients fulfill their last wishes?"

Zheng Xiaoming was just moved and heard the obsession sneering: "The biggest problem for cancer patients is that they have no money. Where else have so many messy wishes? Do you really think they are making movies?"
Chapter completed!