Yagyomaru from Fuei claims to be an existence comparable to the name of a feudal lord. He doesn't need the Fuei Emperor who canonizes people based on their appearance. He is respected by the strong men he believes in in the world of Fuei. With his ability, everything is at his fingertips. ?
In Fuying, where the sword is revered, he gave up his sword to learn whips and achieved impressive results. He ranked tenth in the 36th division of Fuying, which is similar to the Great Weekly 100 Singles and 8 Most Popular Rankings. It can be called unparalleled.
You must know that the first nine people are either old monsters who have practiced for a long time, or they are unrivaled talents in swordsmanship, or they are monsters who behave like opening books, or they are rich lords who are short in stature and born as dwarfs with hunched backs. Yagyumaru, who is like a shrimp, can achieve such a status with such a mutilated figure. It has to be said that he does have the capital to be self-righteous.
Therefore, when I first heard the roar, I didn't take it seriously, but when the bald monk punched out, he was far away, no matter how far he was, four or five feet away, and when he glanced sideways, he saw a faint trace of something like that. There is a slight flow of air wrapped around the fist, so how can such a sight not surprise people?
! Although it was just a glance, Yagyumaru was very confident in his eyesight, and there was absolutely no way he could see it wrong.
This is entirely due to the use of whips. Thirty years ago, when I was practicing whipping by chance, in order to develop this pair of eyesight, I often watched candles at night and watched the threads burning and falling in the fire.
Therefore, the whip can be trained to hit mosquitoes and flies from a distance of ten feet. Having relied on his extraordinary eyesight for more than ten years, Yagyumaru would never believe that he could see something wrong even at a glance.
The probability is that he will not come to this great Zhou world. Yagyumaru is here. Therefore, Yagyu Maru firmly believed that he was right.
I followed the words of my sworn brother and came to Dazhou. I originally wanted to give it a try and at least get some benefits for myself, a pariah with the lowest origin in a place as strict as Fuying. After taking the seat in the thirty-sixth row, I came here without hesitation.
However, seeing someone with such a level of cultivation in the first battle, Yagyumaru felt a sense of fear in his heart. Naturally, I would not have thought that the opponent would have so many thoughts in the fight at this time. He clearly felt that Yagyumaru's attack had lost the fierce momentum he had just struck, and Ye Sangeng, who showed no sign of any moves and moves, had already figured it out in the short exchange. The opponent's cultivation level is high, and he begins to lay out the finishing touches, striving to capture him in the shortest possible time.
It's just that in such a battle, unexpected things will happen. No matter whether it is the fight between the two parties, no one can predict the next move accurately, or whether the opponent will burn the boat or retreat to avoid after the sword is drawn.
Just between breaths, in the middle of the night, Yagyumaru and Yagyumaru exchanged swords, and the sound of fighting suddenly started in the forest.
But was suppressed by a scream. Just for a quick glance, in the middle of the night, I saw Yue Qingfeng, who was very elegant in fighting one against two. The sword had not been drawn out of its sheath, and the monk had not withdrawn his fist. It was obviously the latter who had succeeded, and he hit the target with a brazen punch. Yue Qingfeng was about to draw his sword to block.
Then the policeman was like a kite with a broken string, hitting Hu Feizhen who was trying to escape by taking advantage of this chaotic situation.
Pity this Taoist nun who always claims to be a branch of Taoism but bullies her master and destroys her ancestors. No one is taking care of her in such a dangerous situation. She finally regains consciousness and wants to save herself and take the opportunity to escape from this place. She has no idea what happened. Her back feels like being struck by lightning. He spit out blood and fainted.
Looking at Yue Qingfeng again, she rolled twice on the spot, took advantage of the situation to stand up, and forced down the surge of blood. Even so, blood flowed out from the corners of her mouth, and she said urgently: "Monk, don't bully others too much." Her eyes were red for some reason. Who cares about Gu Xie in Yishan? He clapped his hands together and the applause was crisp and clear.
"Yue Qingfeng, if I don't beat you today until your parents can't recognize you, all the skills I've gained will be in vain." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ruoshi, who was still unaware of what he was doing, ignored him and strode towards him. Yue Qingfeng.
But he said that he was only paying attention to the situation over there and was not paying attention at midnight, and almost got a blow on the shoulder. Unlike the opponent's short sword, which was sharp and the two wooden swords in his hands were both blunt weapons, Ye Sangeng could not be a Taoist like Zhao Ruoshi who devoted himself to cultivating Qi. The strength above the wooden sword can only wrap around and bind, and it will never reach the point of opening the front.
This is the disadvantage of Qi magic practitioners. They cannot have the same intention and have the best of both worlds. The words of the ancients are certainly not unreasonable.
For example, in the middle of the night, if you focus on refining your qi or reshaping your body to become a warrior outside the family, and focus your thoughts on one thing, your realm may be higher than it is now. However, the old man in the family who always said that he was the best in the past is very strong, and who can't Hit anyone who agrees, so that Ye San Geng, who has had a lot of luck and opportunities since childhood, is actually just a second-rate master in this world.
Of course, the premise is that he does not borrow his mysterious skills and the sword energy passed on to his mother's master. Ye Sangen gathered his mind and devoted himself wholeheartedly to this battle. However, he never expected that the three-inch dwarf opposite him had already retreated.
While Yagyumaru was amazed at the terrifying cultivation of the great monk over there, he knew that he might be a turtle in a urn right now. If he didn't do anything, he might become a fish on the chopping block, and he would be punished here.
Although this description is somewhat inappropriate, for this dwarf from a small country like Fuying, I really can't think of any other words to express the predicament at hand.
Hearing the roar of the great monk over there and running towards Yue Qingfeng, seeing the two swords in front of him making more powerful moves in the middle of the night, Yagyumaru, who was already thinking of quitting, didn't want to fight anymore, so he used the short sword in his hand to force one of the opponent's positions away, and the other He loosened the long whip in his hand, swung his body, and circled around to cover the surroundings. As his body retreated further, he was separated by more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that the opponent was about to run away, Ye San swung his long sword and started to chase. Then he heard Yishan, not far away, angry and yelling: "Yue Qingfeng, stop here, don't run." Yue Qingfeng's voice was clear. Feeling weak, he still said stubbornly: "Bald donkey, what's the point of taking advantage of people's danger? If we have the ability, we can fight another day." Although he didn't know Yue Qingfeng's identity, thinking of Jiugong Yan's words just now, he had already rushed out three or four times. How could the husband-in-law Yagyu Maru not guess who this person was? He was probably not another thing that Jiugongyan, the restless woman, was looking for to relieve his boredom.
People are extremely ugly, but their hearts are as small as the nose of a needle. Yagyu Maru has no intention of saving this person.
"Like-minded"
"Friends" are faster on their feet. For example, a martial artist who emphasizes physical skills rather than internal breath strength, and body skills such as light skills, can only exercise the lower body, making the legs stronger than ordinary people, and the swings must be closer, reaching the speed of running. promote.
The Fuying Body Technique that has been passed down to the Chinese martial arts, no matter how new it is, is still the same method. Without the circulation of breath in the body, it will naturally not reach the state where the body is as light as Yun Zhongyan.
Yagyu Maru, who had escaped several feet away, heard the news and looked back as if he had fallen into an ice cave. How come he had escaped three or four feet away and only had two feet left in his breathing time?
With no time to think about the reason, Yagyumaru reached into his arms and took out a handful of small white balls, throwing them back randomly, regardless of the effect, he lowered his head and ran away.
Several small balls flew in, and Jiugongyan had already realized the power. He suddenly stopped in the middle of the night, stood up from the ground, and jumped back instantly, like a roc spreading its wings, rising and falling four to five feet, which was enough. You can see his taboo against this stuff.
The ball exploded as soon as it hit the ground, sending up a cloud of white mist. Not waiting for the smoke to dissipate, just waiting for the sound to stop, and plunged into the white mist in the middle of the night.
After running away from Jiugongyan, we have to catch this Yagyu Maru no matter what. There are still too many unknowns about Fuying Protestantism. If it continues to be so unclear, there will be too many variables, which will make people uncomfortable.
But before he could pass through the white mist in the middle of the night, he heard Yue Qingfeng shout: "You're not done yet, are you!" A mountain following Yue Qingfeng in circles among the trees jumped like thunder,
"What did you do to Ye Xia You?" Ye Sangen, who had no intention of caring about Gu Yue Qingfeng, stopped after hearing these words and looked vaguely over there.
Originally thinking of having a good fight with Yue Qingfeng after Yagyu Shengmaru was dealt with, something moved in his heart in the middle of the night, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
Could it be that Jiugongyan asked Yue Qingfeng to find Ye Xiayou? When I think about it, my heart skips a beat.
For this brother-in-law who had no sense of shame and no sense of shame, he wished that Yishan would hammer him to death, but the main reason was that he hated iron and could not make steel, and hammering him to death was absolutely impossible.
But at this moment, Ye San had even more plans to beat Yue Qingfeng to death. After such a delay, the white mist gradually dispersed, and only the figure of the dwarf Yagyomaru, who was running like a rabbit out of a cage with his short legs, was left.
Admittedly, in the middle of the night, he had no intention of taking care of this Fuying dwarf anymore, and he was angry in the direction of Yue Qingfeng.
Obviously, he hates others endangering his family. This is an obsession after the death of my mother. Obviously knowing her brother-in-law in name only, Yue Qingfeng said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense!" Seeing that Yishan was still chasing after him, in the gradually dissipating white mist, the tiger was staring at him in the middle of the night, like a beast that chooses people to devour. Yue Qingfeng yelled: "Stop!" Not only the mountain, but also the late night watcher not far away, and Zhao Ruoshi on the other side who couldn't figure out the two people's actions were all shocked.
Yue Qingfeng rubbed her chest. Although Yishan's heavy punch just now was blocked with a waist knife at the critical moment, how could such strength be so easy to deal with?
A trace of blood at the corner of the mouth and a fishy smell in the mouth, don't they all indicate the power of that punch? I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes. If I meet these two siblings, I will never live a smooth life!
Does he really conflict with their horoscopes? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Yue Qingfeng threw away her sword and sat down on the ground, feeling aggrieved.
"I listened to your beauty tricks and tortured that girl eight times. Not to mention her body, even a blacksmith can't stand it."
"I can't even straighten my waist, and I still have to come and mess with you. Who the hell am I provoking?"
"Ye Xiayou said, I still have to go back and let that bitch suffer. What do I owe you?"
"I just look like a woman, but I'm a man, the one with the handle."
"Are there any bullies like you?"
"It hurts me." The woman looks like a man, but he is seven feet tall. His eyes turned red and he almost cried.
