Yang Zhen ignored the girl in red. He looked behind him. The young man had a cold expression and his eyes were reserved. At first glance, he was not easy to get along with. Look at the children in front of them. They all have sneers on their lips and look eager to try.
It seems that this matter cannot be solved. He secretly regretted it. He really shouldn't have trusted others.
"What do you think if I don't kneel down?" he said lightly.
"It's really so arrogant!"
"This slave who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, teach him the rules today!"
"Sister Ying, don't let this kid get away."
The girl in red, Zhao Ying, hadn't spoken yet, but the group of children next to her couldn't help shouting.
Yang Zhen simply folded her hands and watched their performance.
"Big Stone," Zhao Ying spoke: "This slave has a conflict with your name. Don't you want to beat him up? Now that he's here, it's up to you."
"Sister Ying, thank you. Next time I go to the county, I, Dashi, will treat you to candied haws. It's so sweet."
A fat man who was close to an adult in height and looked very thick rushed out, thanking Zhao Ying silently.
Yang Zhen had noticed this person a long time ago and thought he was an adult at first, but looking at the childlike look on his face, he was obviously still a child. But the child's words made him a little confused.
It turns out that this child is called Zhao Yansong, and he is the grandson of the clan leader. Because he has been strong since he was a child, he has been called Big Stone. Zhao Li was looking for this person the night before. Two candied haws of sugar haws fooled him. As long as he defeated the little stone, he would be Zhao Yue'er's companion and go to the county town to eat delicious food every day without anyone caring about him.
The fool immediately took the bait and found Zhao Ying and others. Zhao Ying happened to not have a good impression of Yang Zhen, and wanted to teach this slave a lesson and slap Zhao Yue'er in the face, so she readily agreed. So today's episode came about.
Naturally, Yang Zhen would not know this. The little fat man looked clumsy, but his fists were quite powerful. He did not resist immediately, but turned sideways and dodged.
These kids had the audacity to falsely pass on the elders' orders, so they obviously had some background. He didn't have to fight with them, so he naturally gave in.
When the little fat man saw that his punch failed, he was a little angry, turned around and chased Yang Zhen again. At this time, he no longer charged blankly, his steps changed, and he also used the Wuyuan Step.
This is the inheritance of the Zhao family, and almost everyone here has learned it.
But even if you have learned it, there is still a distinction between superior and inferior. This little fat man was rather clumsy. He changed his steps several times in succession, but was gently dodged by Yang Zhen.
"Coward!" "Dog slave!" Some children couldn't stand it any longer and started shouting.
Yang Zhen turned a deaf ear and continued to avoid.
After walking around and getting closer to a child in blue, he saw the child sneered and suddenly punched Yang Zhen.
How could Yang Zhen be unprepared? Naturally, he dodged easily. After the punch, the kid didn't stop. Instead, he and the little fat man continued to chase Yang Zhen.
Soon, three, four, and more children gathered around.
After Yang Zhen learned the Wuyuan Step, he practiced hard every day. In addition, he had practiced gymnastics, and his body was extremely flexible. When he performed the Wuyuan Step, his posture was even more flexible. No matter how hard the dozen or so children chased him, they never touched him.
If this was not a courtyard and the gate was closed, he could have gotten rid of these children long ago and walked away.
He was also happy to have someone practice with him, so he simply calmed down and took his time, gradually becoming more and more proficient at this step. Some of the procedures that I would usually just copy and apply now gained a little more insight, understood their essence, and became more comprehensive.
In the end, Zhao Ying also came to an end. As soon as she came out, it put a lot of pressure on Yang Zhen. This girl also has a deep understanding of pace, and can often predict Yang Zhen's movements in advance. With her command, Yang Zhen was almost trapped by them several times.
Finally, a child hit Yang Zhen with a punch, and there was a burst of cheers: "I hit this kid!"
After fighting for so long, they had learned that Yang Zhen was unrestrained, and their initial contempt had long since disappeared.
Yang Zhen was determined, the punch just now was just a tickle for him, but this body-building technique really resisted beatings. However, he still pretended to be hit hard and staggered a few steps, but he just happened to avoid the punch coming from behind.
He found that the little fat man's punches were very powerful and powerful; and there was Zhao Ying, who punched quietly every time, and her small fists also contained a lot of power. So his main focus is to avoid these two people, and let them fight for the rest.
So he kept getting punched, and each time his body swayed, looking very injured, but then he avoided it vigorously.
After chasing him like this for a quarter of an hour, someone finally saw something was wrong and shouted: "He's all pretending! He's not afraid of being beaten, so let's just copy him!"
After saying that, the man got into the rockery cave and quickly came out grabbing a wooden stick. The others followed suit and entered the cave one after another. They each took out wooden sticks, which seemed to have been placed there a long time ago. Some people hold out several sticks at a time and distribute them to others.
The stick made a muffled buzzing sound when it was swung, and it was obviously made of that kind of very tough solid wood.
Yang Zhen did not dare to rush into the cave, as she would be easily blocked. He was not in a hurry. He had spotted one of the children and suddenly rushed towards him. The child was in panic and hurriedly swung his stick to stop him. In his hand, he immediately shouted and snatched it away.
Yang Zhen laughed loudly, as if she had returned to the scene of fighting with the beggars in the Taoist temple. He used the stick technique from the Tiezhu Sect. Although this stick technique was simple, it still had all the basic moves. He kept chopping, sweeping, piercing, picking, and lifting. In addition to his great strength, he quickly knocked away the wooden sticks of these children one by one, allowing them to use their bare hands again.
In the end, only the little fat man and Zhao Ying were left with wooden sticks in their hands. He calmed down and continued to fight with the two men. Since you want to play, then let me play with you and see what you do to me!
At this moment, he suddenly felt the wooden stick in his hand sink, and countless branches sprouted from the stick, wrapping around him like little snakes.
Yang Zhen screamed strangely, threw away the wooden stick, and took a few steps back. After standing still, she turned around and looked at the young man angrily.
Needless to say, this person must have been causing trouble just now.
The young man raised his chin and looked at Yang Zhen provocatively.
"As a monk, don't you think it's embarrassing to use magic to deal with children?" Yang Zhen said angrily.
The young man's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he was obviously a little embarrassed by what Yang Zhen said.
"Let's keep going!" Zhao Ying called to everyone, and the children picked up the knocked-off sticks and surrounded them again.
This time it was difficult for Yang Zhen to deal with it. After a few blows, he finally managed to grab another wooden stick. As soon as he grabbed it in his hand, the stick flew out with countless branches just like before. By the time he threw the stick away, he had already received several more blows.
Finally, the little fat man hit him hard on the lower back with a stick. Yang Zhen immediately felt numb all over, her body was in turmoil, and she almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
If he hadn't learned the body-building technique, this stick would have definitely killed half of his life!
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ying's stick followed him like a shadow and hit him on the chest. This stick was so powerful that it directly shocked her heart. Yang Zhen finally couldn't help it and spurted out a mouthful of blood!
He finally got angry.
You set a trap to harm me. So many people besieged me, but I kept letting you go.
I don't want to be acquainted with you, or conflict with the forces behind you, so I tolerate it, but in exchange, you will press harder and harder.
Even monks were dispatched to deal with a child.
If I hadn't practiced physical training, I would have been defeated by you now.
Why are you so vicious in your thoughts? So shameless!
In that case, let’s do it!
bring it on!
"bring it on!"
Yang Zhen roared!
He no longer hid his clumsiness, and as fast as lightning, he quickly walked around a child, punched his knee hard!
"Ah!" The child screamed, and his leg bones bent at a weird angle.
Yang Zhen didn't stop, turned around and was next to another child, and kicked her hard!
"Ah!" Another child's leg bone was broken.
The third, the fourth... Yang Zhen didn't stop at all, and quickly broke two more legs.
He must do it. If it's just ordinary damage, the monk can quickly recover them.
If there is a fracture, even if you use healing techniques, it won't be that fast unless the foundation-building monk is here.
Although Yang Zhen is angry, she has not lost her mind and knows how to defeat the opponent better and protect herself.
"Stop!" Four people were knocked down at once, and the young man couldn't sit still. If Yang Zhen's movements were not too fast and he was in the crowd, he could not find the opportunity to cast the spell, and he would have taken action just now.
Yang Zhen stopped and stared at him with her eyes.
The young man was a little frightened when he saw it, and then he became even more angry. He pointed at the four people wailing on the ground: "You slave, you are so brave! You, you are looking for death!"
After saying that, a fireball emerged from his hand, and then he swung it towards Yang Zhen.
The fireball was getting bigger and faster, and it was about to hit him.
Yang Zhen hurriedly dodged to the side. At this moment, two earth thorns as thick as wooden sticks had already appeared on the ground on the left and right sides, blocking his direction!
Yang Zhen was horrified and prepared to squat down with her head in her hands to resist the fireball.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a warmth in his body, and a white light flashed out, blocking the fireball!
It's that snow silk coat! It dawned on him. He wore this clothes every day according to Zhao Yue'er's instructions. Unexpectedly, he saved himself today.
However, this clothes is still much inferior to the original Xuan Iron Order, and it can resist two or three spells of the Qi Practitioner.
Taking advantage of the young man's shock, Yang Zhen roared and rushed towards him.
This young monk obviously didn't expect that a slave in his eyes was actually wearing a cassock! He was surprised when he saw Yang Zhen coming over and punching him.
He watched for a long time and knew that Yang Zhen was no ordinary child. He did not dare to be careless and quickly added a golden bell to protect himself.
"Bang!" As if it was struck on an ancient bell, Yang Zhen's hands were slightly numb, and the golden bell swayed, causing the monk's heart to twitch.
He was horrified that this kid had such strength! How is this a child under ten years old?
Before he could recover, Yang Zhen punched out again, and the golden bell swayed again, making a muffled sound.
Compared with when he fought with Chen Fugui in the Taoist temple, he is now much stronger and his muscles and bones are stronger. The counter-shock force of the golden bell could not cause much harm to him.
He knew that the only way for a mortal to defeat a monk was to fight in close combat. Since this person used magic defense, let's blow it up!
You must not give this monk a break, especially if you don't let him know that his robe's defense is limited, so he can only continue to attack, keep attacking!
After resisting for several times in succession, seeing that Yang Zhen could not break through the golden bell, the monk felt relieved and began to think about how to deal with this difficult boy.
He followed the same pattern and prepared to use fireballs and earth thorns again, but how could Yang Zhen fall into the same pit? As soon as his earth thorns popped up, Yang Zhen spared them and changed the direction to hit again.
"Come together!" the young man shouted.
Zhao Ying and the little fat man rushed forward. Yang Zhen snorted coldly, let the monk go, and rushed towards the two men.
Since you don’t know whether to live or die, then all of you should fall down.
The monk took advantage of Yang Zhen's departure and hurriedly cast a spell.
[Quicksand Technique] turns the ground under the opponent's feet into quicksand, which can slow down their speed and restrict their movement.
As a result, Yang Zhen jumped out, but the little fat man was trapped inside. Then Yang Zhen picked up a big stone and hit his thigh, causing him to faint.
[Water Arrow]: Condensate a water arrow and shoot it at the enemy. It is not very powerful, but the casting speed is faster and the release is more concealed.
As expected, Yang Zhen was hit, and was again defused by the robes on her body.
It seemed to be working. The young monk was overjoyed and fired several [Water Arrow Techniques] in succession, hitting Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen ignored him. At this time, only Zhao Ying was left beside him. This girl relied on her good body skills to avoid Yang Zhen's critical attacks several times.
But that was it, this time she was forced under a rockery and had nowhere to hide.
Yang Zhen's eyes were cold, and she bent down, as if to salute her, but instead he hit her front knee hard!
"Ah!" The girl screamed heartbreakingly, and her leg was broken.
At this moment, with a "ding" sound, a water arrow finally hit Yang Zhen's back, and the protection of the robe finally failed.
Yang Zhen groaned and touched her lower back. There was blood flowing out, but it didn't hurt much. It seemed that the wound was not deep.
He turned around, looked at the monk coldly, and walked towards him step by step.
At this time, all the children were knocked down, crying and howling on the ground, and some even fainted from the pain.
"You, you have caused a big trouble." The young monk stammered.
He simply couldn't believe it. A dignified fourth-level qi-training monk, with a dozen juniors armed with weapons, dealt with a child less than ten years old. The result was like this?
This is so ridiculous, like a dream.
He trembled and continued to use [Water Arrow Technique], but his eyes flashed as the child's footsteps changed strangely and walked around him again.
The golden bell he had used last time had already expired. Seeing this, he hurriedly added another one to himself. Then he was shocked, as his body was completely empty of mana.
The fourth level of Qi training can probably cast about twenty first-level spells. Just now, he used wooden thorns, fireballs, quicksand, and then continuous water arrows, which finally exhausted all the mana in his body.
He was born in the Zhao family, and had been a slave of the little fat man's family since he was a child. Later, he luckily manifested his spiritual roots, but his qualifications were very average. He didn't have much training resources, and it was a time of peace, so he naturally didn't have any elixirs to supplement his magic power. .
People like him who were born as domestic slaves were much humbler than those who were born as adopted sons like Zhao Gui. Even though he was a monk, he was often unable to position himself correctly and was used to continuing to grovel and bend his knees to please the nobles.
"Bang!" The familiar knocking sound sounded again. Yang Zhen was like a little raging bear, waving his fist and continuing to hit hard.
"Stop," he shouted, "you have something to say!"
Yang Zhen grinned and kept moving her hands.
"You, you got into big trouble today. No, why don't you let me rush? Open the formation quickly. Let's call for people and save them first."
Yang Zhen seemed not to have heard anything and still beat the golden bell. His hands were numb and covered with blood, but he was very happy in his heart.
Now beg for mercy, what were you doing just now?
If you want to fight, you can fight, if you want to beg for mercy, you can beg for mercy. How can there be such a good thing!
"Ah!" He roared wildly, and used all his strength to hit it hard.
"Bang!" As if a bubble burst, the golden bell shattered.
Under the horrified gaze of the young monk, Yang Zhen's eyes widened angrily:
"bring it on!"
He shouted violently, and punched the man's heart with his bloody fist!
"ah!"
Miserable screams rang out, and a monk who was in the middle stage of Qi training was beaten by Yang Zhen until blood spurted out and he fainted to the ground!
