The shouting was earth-shaking, and the Iron Fan Monster was awakened from his sleep. He was so frightened that he hurriedly ran out of the house. When he saw many figures flashing in the darkness, his heart trembled: This was the rebellion of the entire village.
No, the shouting is close to my daughter, and my daughter is in danger.
He used the Get Up Technique and came to the vicinity of many traitors. He saw them shouting and running around a few wooden huts away from the Rakshasa girl, as if they were busy looking around.
He secretly wondered: Could it be that these traitors have been deceived by ghosts? They have even forgotten the wooden house where my father and daughter live.
He took advantage of the darkness of the night and passed through the shouting crowd. He cursed in his heart: It was a ghost that covered his eyes. The leader of the village came, but the traitors were completely unaware. The real Guisun was The egg has no eyes yet.
There was no time for him to understand the traitors, so he arrived in front of the Rakshasa girl's house in a panic. In the darkness, the Rakshasa girl was opening the door in a panic and coming out.
When he was about to speak to the Rakshasa girl, a tiny palm had already been pushed toward him. It was his body-protecting magical skill, the Iron Fan Palm Technique.
He couldn't wait to take a step back: "Daughter, I am daddy."
"Yes, Dad, ah Dad, what happened,"
"Daughter, everyone in the village is going to kill my father and daughter. Let's go."
A murderous look appeared in the Rakshasa girl's eyes: "It must have been the iron general who fanned. After the white-fronted tiger came, the iron general's attitude changed. Dad, I had been wary of him for a long time, but I didn't expect that he would So fast."
The Iron Fan Monster was well aware of his daughter's competitive character, so he hurriedly said: "They are so numerous that we can't stay here any longer. Let's leave quickly."
The father and daughter quietly and hurriedly left along the deserted road, and in a short time they arrived at the wall built of wooden strips to protect the village.
Seeing that no one was following them, the two of them safely climbed over the wall and fled westward.
At this time, we were almost entering the realm of Ten Thousand Beasts Villa. Unexpectedly, there were still two people following desperately.
The Iron Fan Monster smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "Not long after, we entered the boundary of Ten Thousand Beasts Villa. The Iron Generals came to the place where Fire Cloud Evil God was to run wild. They undoubtedly came to kill their lives. Don't pay attention to them. We Take a rest over there.”
The father and daughter chose a place. After sitting down, the iron fan monster smiled and said to the Rakshasa girl: "Daughter, how are you memorizing the fan tactics?"
The fun of the fan technique is unparalleled in the world, and Rakshasa women are extremely fond of this technique.
She felt happy, took out a leaf from her arms, and muttered something.
Following the Rakshasa girl's tiny voice, the leaves immediately reacted. In the blink of an eye, a small leaf suddenly turned into a large fan the size of a person.
The iron fan monster smiled, looked at the big fan and nodded with satisfaction: "Do you know the origin of this banana fan?"
The Rakshasa girl looked at the iron fan monster with a confused look on her face and shook her head.
The iron fan monster said: "According to legend, this banana fan is the precious magic weapon of the green dragon, the four guardians of the gods."
The Rakshasa girl's heart tightened: Could it be that I am exactly...?
She looked at the iron fan monster and asked in confusion: "Qinglong, the four great protectors of the gods, so my father and I are the descendants of Qinglong."
The iron fan monster said firmly: "No."
He paused and then said: "Although the Iron Clan is forging iron, sometimes they have to go to the battlefield to bury the soldiers who died in battle."
“The Battle of Zhuolu in the ancestor’s time was not just a decisive battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chi You, but also the participation of masters from all the major tribes in the East.
This battle was so brutal that not even the four guardians of the gods survived.
This fan was picked up by my Tie family ancestor on the battlefield. "
The Rakshasa girl thought in her heart: None of the four great protectors of the God Clan, the Green Dragon, the White Tiger, the Suzaku, and the Xuanwu, survived.
Then he asked the iron fan monster: "Dad, this fan is equipped with the Dragon God's rain-making technique. After successfully practicing it, it can be said to be invincible in the world. Qinglong has such superb martial arts. Why did he suffer so miserably in this Zhuolu battle?" Unlucky."
The Iron Fan Monster said yearningly: "It's hard to explain the world. Every mountain is higher than the other, and there is a sky beyond the sky. Emperor Fuxi created the Eight Diagrams back then.
Emperor Fuxi knew very well that all things in the world are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. No matter how powerful his martial arts is, he will not be able to stretch out when he encounters someone who restrains him. "
There was a sudden movement in his heart, and he regretted telling the Rakshasa girl these topics that made her waver in martial arts.
After thinking hard, he said softly to the Rakshasa girl: "No matter what, although all things have restraint, it is the law that the strong overcomes the weak.
In terms of hardness and softness, if hardness is stronger than softness, then hardness is better than softness, and if softness is stronger than hardness, then softness is better than hardness. Martial arts will become stronger with practice. My daughter, this martial arts cannot be neglected. "
The Rakshasa girl nodded: "The plantain fan has three levels of cultivation techniques. The first level is the cultivation of telekinesis, which injects internal energy into the fan. After successful cultivation, the fan can be made larger or smaller as desired."
"The second level is about luck and moves. Inject the inner energy into the fan, use the moves of the fan, and practice until a weak fan is like a sharp iron knife when it is cut."
