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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 156: Round Battle

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    Chapter 156 Round Battle

    "Porphyry" He struggled to sit up, turned his head and vomited blood, his face was ferocious, and he glared at her angrily, seemingly unconvinced.

    Yang Yuqi glanced at him coldly and looked down upon him. She was a clown and gave him a Shuiyun Sleeve. She was already looking up to him.

    Zhao Min shook his head secretly. Fan Chunfu was also a master. Although he was not as good as Xuan Ming and the others, he was not far behind. He didn't expect to be so vulnerable.

    The red-haired tutu beside her fluttered and came to Fan Chunfu. She leaned over to inspect his injuries, took out a snow-white porcelain bottle from her arms, poured out a pill, and put it into his mouth.

    This Tutuo is tall and tall, with scars all over his face and red hair. He looks like a red-haired ghost, which is extremely scary.

    "Master, I want to ask you for some advice!" A'er, who was guarding her in front of her, suddenly turned around and respectfully asked Zhao Min for a fight.

    Ah Er has a short, thin and dry figure. The Baihui point on the top of his head is as bright as new, his temples are deeply sunken, and his eyes are slightly drooped, as if he has fallen asleep. Occasionally, they open and close, but they are shining brightly.

    Seeing that he was acting strangely, Yang Yuqi became wary. She had heard her senior brother explain that such strange behavior was the result of an extremely deep inner martial arts and should not be taken carelessly.

    Zhao Min glanced at Ah Er, then at the cold, arrogant and lonely Yang Yuqi, gritted his teeth and nodded. Zhao Min was quite confident in him.

    Ah Er bowed, turned around, and slowly walked towards Yang Yuqi. Every time he took a step, his body made a rattling noise, like the bamboo whips set off during the New Year, and the gray monk's robes puffed up in the wind, like an inflated balloon.

    He took nine steps in total. The first five steps were deeper and deeper, reaching five inches, as neat as a carving. The last four steps were getting shallower and shallower, and finally he was back to normal.

    Yang Yuqi didn't dare to raise her hand, the Blue Water Art was slowly running, and her snow-white palms gradually became transparent, as white as jade, shining with a warm luster. They were the jade palms that made Luzhang guest's life worse than death.

    Zhao Min was startled when he noticed something strange. He wanted to shout, but he stopped. As a superior, he had to control himself.

    A'er's eyes were as bright as candles, so bright that it was scorching. Seeing her like this, he smiled slightly on his skinny face, slowly raised his palm, and slowly pushed out.

    He is gifted with extraordinary talents and has astonishing spiritual power since he was a child. However, he loves his internal skills and refines his internal strength. From the outside to the inside, he reaches the Mahayana. His skill is so deep that he surpasses the blue and surpasses the blue. He dominates the Western Region. For Ningyu,  Zhang was quite unconvinced, so he stepped forward to challenge.

    "Hu¡ª¡ª" sounded as if a strong wind was blowing. Yang Yuqi's white clothes were fluttering, standing in the wind, as outstanding as a fairy.

    She looked solemn, and slowly raised her shiny and warm jade palms to meet Ah Er's thick palms. The two palms met and made a strange "pop" sound.

    Yang Yuqi¡¯s expression remained unchanged, her body floated, her slender and straight breasts twirled in the air, and landed silently, having lost all her powerful internal energy.

    The monk's robe suddenly shrank and stuck to his body. He staggered back three steps, then leaned forward and staggered forward three steps, trying to stabilize his body that was swaying from side to side.  The skinny face is flushed, as if drunk,

    Its footprints are half a foot deep, but they are in a regular square shape, which is quite strange.

    "Good internal strength!" Yang Yuqi shouted softly, her voice was slightly sandy and had an alluring magnetism. It was filled with internal strength at this time. A person with weak concentration like Ah San could only feel his heart wavering and a feeling rising in his lower abdomen.  A hot current.

    The Condensing Jade Palm is unparalleled in its exquisiteness. It has four levels of heart tactics. The first level is just the word "condensation". The inner force is like a shield and the solidity is like iron. It can seal and counterattack the opponent's inner force.

    The second level of internal power is like a needle, which is designed to destroy the internal energy. It is extremely refined and pure. It is like a life and death talisman and can control a person's life and death.

    When facing the Xuanming Divine Palm, Yang Yuqi only used the second level of the Heart Technique, condensing her inner energy into needles and deliberately torturing him.

    Just now, when she was palm-to-hand with Ah Er, she used the third level of the Heart Art. The palm contained the power of the four images, the blue dragon, the red bird, the white tiger, and the black tiger. The internal power was either yin or yang, with different natures and different directions of action, front, back, left, and right.  It is pulling inside the opponent's body, causing the meridians to swell, making it inevitable to avoid it.

    Seeing that Ah Er was able to stand upright instead of swaying and collapsing, Yang Yuqi truly admired him and praised him sincerely.

    Ah Er felt bitter in his heart. He swallowed the hot blood in his throat hard, twitching the corners of his mouth and revealing an ugly smile.

    He only felt that his body was in chaos. Several internal forces were like several countries fighting each other, clashing and tearing at each other. He could no longer control any internal force. His meridians were so painful that they might break at any time.

    The people behind him saw that his skinny body was shaking slightly, and they knew something was wrong.

    Ah San didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly took a few steps forward, came behind his senior brother, and pressed his palm-like right hand on his vest. They were brothers in the same sect and had similar internal strength, so they wanted to help his senior brother.

      Yang Yuqi also saw the clues. She slightly raised the corners of her delicate mouth, and her Ning Jade Palm was exquisite and powerful. How could it be so easy to resolve?

    "Bang!" Ah San's majestic body flew up and landed like a boulder, falling at Zhao Min's feet with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

    "Mother mother!" Ah San cursed angrily, clapped his hands on the ground, and stood up neatly, quite vigorously.

    A pair of flat palm prints appeared on the ground, about three inches deep. A small stone in the palm prints did not sink into the mud, but turned into powder.

    Seeing the gazes of everyone, Ah San felt even more embarrassed. He stepped forward again, pressed his palms against his senior brother's vest, summoned up all his strength, and struggled to resist Pei Ran's counterattack.

    His external skills were extremely advanced, but when it came to his internal skills, he was far behind his senior brother. Within a few breaths, his face turned red, like a cooked shrimp, and white gas came out of his head.

    Ah Si is of medium height, ordinary, and very unobtrusive. When he saw his senior brother struggling, he hurriedly took a few steps forward, put his palms on Ah San's vest, and poured out his inner energy in a steady stream.

    Zhao Min and others were surprised, wondering what they were doing. Ah Er stood there motionless, while Ah San was working hard, as if he was competing with others with his internal strength, but Yang Yuqi opposite just stood there, indifferently  Sneer, really weird.

    Yang Yuqi glanced at Zhao Min with a cold smile: "Miss Zhao, do you want to consider this little girl again?"

    Zhao Min was angry and glared at her hatefully. He turned around and looked around him. Although he was shocked by the unpredictability of her martial arts, he was not discouraged. The real master had not yet made a move.

    She thought in her mind that Ah Si was the weakest in kung fu and could no longer show off his good looks. Ah Da's swordsmanship was excellent, but it was still a bit inferior to Ku Toutuo. She looked at the scary Toutuo with her bright eyes and called out sweetly: "  Master Ku"

    The mute Tutuo nodded. His face was scarred horribly but his eyes were clear and handsome. He floated out and drew out the long sword from his waist.

    He has already seen that the opponent's internal strength is astonishing. If it is a fist and kick competition, even if it is exquisite, it is extremely difficult to deal with her clumsiness against skill. The only way is to compete with swords.

    The long sword shone coldly in the sun. He gestured to Yang Yuqi to draw the sword.

    Yang Yuqi smiled and shook her head. If it were a sword competition, they would be humiliating themselves. The power of Shuiyun's four swords has never been matched by them so far.

    Yang Yuqi put her jade hand on the scabbard, pressed the spring, and a dragon's roar sounded. The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword's body was shining brightly, as if a silver snake was winding and swimming in it. Zhao Min and others across from him looked at each other.  Liang, secretly praise the sword!

    Ya Toutuo made a "please" sword gesture. Yang Yuqi was no longer polite and stabbed diagonally with his sword, as if it was child's play.

    "Yututuo seemed polite, but once he made a move, he was very ruthless. He stabbed her chest with a sword as fast as lightning.

    Yang Yuqihao turned her wrist, a ball of silver flowers flashed, and the sky was filled with sword shadows, forming a silver half fan, blocking her chest.

    The lotus feet under his feet moved, and his body suddenly moved sideways, like a crab, moving two feet to the left, but the forward momentum did not change. It was extremely strange, and he was already approaching the Yatoutuo.

    The dumb head tower flickered, and she stepped back. The long sword changed from thorns to the sword, and we met Yang Yuqi's sword net.

    The two swords intersected, and the sound of "chi" was not the sound of gold and iron, but the sound of tearing cloth. Yatoutuo retreated quickly, with only half of the sword in his hand.

    "Come again, come again!" Yang Yuqi snorted, her cold and arrogant jade face was slightly red, which was even more attractive.

    She suddenly became somewhat interested in the level of swordsmanship. As soon as she made a move, she could see the depth in the eyes of the master. This terrifying Toutuo swordsmanship was absolutely extraordinary.

    She usually sparred with fellow seniors and junior sisters, and they were often on equal footing, but they were already familiar with each other, so it was a little less exciting. When she competed with her senior brother, she couldn't sustain a single move, so she suffered in vain and asked for trouble.

    People outside the sect, those with excellent swordsmanship, all have high status and do not easily fight with others, such as Song Yuanqiao and others. Those who can fight with each other, but it is difficult for her to get into her eyes. Today, I met a rare person here.  She was a master of swordsmanship, so her interest was greatly increased.

    She moved, and the white shadow flashed. Ah Da only felt a movement in his waist. He stretched out his hand quickly, but found that the sword was no longer there.

    "Young lady, I need to ask for advice!" Yang Yuqi shook the sword lightly and made a "buzz" sound, which made people's hearts tremble.

    The dumb head Tuo looked solemn, and the fierceness just now, slowly swimming, suddenly the sword was out of the sword.

    Yang Yuqi's bright eyes seemed to be open but not open, closed but not closed, just like an old monk in meditation, his jade body did not move, only the long sword slowly changed, sometimes assuming a posture, and changing slightly as the mute Tutuo moved around.

    ?Zhao Min frowned, unable to understand the subtlety of it, but A Da in front of her was looking intently, his eyes shining like sword light.

    Later, Yang Yuqi had completely closed her bright eyes, her face was like flawless white jade, and the glimmer of light was faintly flowing under her skin, like a fairy statue.

    Yatoutuo walked faster and faster, as if a gust of wind was blowing, but the long sword was almost unable to thrust out. He just walked in a circle. The tip of Yang Yuqi's sword pointed at him faintly. He knew that once he stopped, he would be greeted by a thunderbolt.  hit.

    "Hold on!" A scolding voice sounded, Yang Yuqi's bright eyes suddenly opened, her figure swayed, and then she returned to her position, throwing away the long sword with ease.

    The long sword turned into a bolt of lightning and flashed through the air. With a clang, it was put into the scabbard around Ada's waist, frightening him into a cold sweat. The sword came too fast and he couldn't react in time!

    The dumb head was breathing slightly, looked down, and saw a round hole in the left chest, revealing the white skin inside.

    Ya Toutuo looked at her deeply, sheathed his sword, stepped back with his fists clasped, returned to Zhao Min, and shook his head helplessly.

    "Miss Zhao, after the wheel battle, are you going to take action yourself?" Yang Yuqi sneered, squinting at her with a pair of bright eyes.

    Zhao Min was angry and annoyed, but she directed her hatred towards Xiao Yuesheng in her heart. She gritted her teeth and wished she could bite him to death with her own mouth!

    "If he wants it, give it to him!" She pulled off the headscarf, threw it towards Yang Yuqi, and walked away.

    Yang Yuqi flashed, caught the scarf in the air, held it in her hand, stepped out of the way, and chuckled at Zhao Min's angry back: "Senior brother also said that the pearl will be placed in the Wen Mansion living room, Miss Zhao can send someone to get it  Come back!"

    "That's too much!" Zhao Min turned around fiercely, her jade face flushed as if smeared with a layer of rouge, her brows filled with evil spirits, and she scolded: "Don't let him be so proud, I will definitely take it back!"

    "Then I'll be waiting for you -!" Yang Yuqi teased, laughed, and disappeared suddenly, flashing every thirty or forty feet, and then disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

    Zhao Min clenched her teeth tightly, making a squeaking sound. She gasped twice, turned around, and slowly returned to the villa.

    Several people around her were dejected. It was really shameful for a little woman to humiliate them like this!

    Yang Yuqi returned to Wen Mansion. In the small pavilion, in front of the girls, she reported to Wen Yubing and presented Zhao Min's jade-colored headscarf with two pearls on it.

    Wen Yubingyu¡¯s face was cold, she looked at the turban on the table and shook her head disapprovingly: ¡°Nonsense, really nonsense!¡±

    Yang Yuqi glanced at her senior brother who was stroking his mustache, and playfully stuck out his tongue. In front of the master, she was still a little girl.

    "Qiu'er, what's going on with this Zhao Min that makes it worth your time and energy?" Wen Yubing's clear eyes stopped on Xiao Yuesheng's face for an instant.

    Xiao Yuesheng put down his hand and replied seriously: "This Zhao Min is the daughter of King Ruyang. She leads a group of heroes. If you want to destroy the martial arts gangs, you need to be careful!"

    He usually talks to Wen Yubing very casually, but in front of fellow junior sisters and outsiders, he is extremely serious.

    "She is a woman?" Wen Yubing frowned slightly, as if she didn't believe it.

    "Women don't give way to men, so let's kill her prestige!" Xiao Yuesheng said with a gentle smile, picking up the white jade cup that Xiao Qing had just filled.

    Wen Yubing did not ask him how he knew Zhao Min's identity and purpose. He pondered for a moment, thought about it, nodded, and felt that it made sense. He even asked: "Then don't go too far!"

    "Master, don't worry!" Xiao Yuesheng nodded, pointed at the jade-colored scarf, and looked at Liu Qingquan: "Fifth Junior Sister, put it in the living room."

    "Where should I put it? On the roof or on the plaque?" Liu Qingquan smiled, reached for his hand, and said with a sweet smile, looking eager to try.

    "Find an inconspicuous table and don't let the guests make fun of you." Li Ruoyun said lightly.

    "My little lady, I obey!" Liu Qingquan smiled and disappeared in a flash.

    Wen Yubing was very indulgent in their nonsense. He shook his head and looked at Xiao Yuesheng: "Qiu'er, count the days, it's time to go to the Emei sect!"
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