Chapter 392 Three vs. One
The two people should be acquaintances, and they cooperated very well, leading Hu Qing away.
How could Hu Qing be afraid? He stepped cautiously on the safe floor. The two people in front took a few moves and then retreated. Hu Qing sneered and jumped over. Annoyance showed on their faces.
Hu Qing tut, you led me the way you came, didn’t you just want me to fall into the formation?
She really wanted to throw a bunch of talismans at her, or unleash a thousand swords. Unfortunately, no. This is a discussion of martial arts, no tricks.
She controlled her speed and chased the two of them to the position where they stood when they came on stage. The two of them did not dare to run any further.
"Two senior brothers, are you still running? No -" Hu Qing lowered his head, raised his eyes, smiled sweetly, and lifted his skirt, "I'm about to come."
Two people: "."
Why do they feel like they have lost!
Xue Sha spat out and clasped it in the palm of his left hand, revealing half of the wavy blade. The blood evil bead was spinning, excited: see blood, see blood, see blood.
With the blade of his left hand and the palm of his right hand, Hu Qing made a crane pose and attacked the two of them, using the wind-thunder-shocking-cloud palm technique to make every move turn into the wind.
The two looked at each other and rushed towards her, one holding her hand and the other holding her hand.
Attacking from the left and right, the weapon is light and undisturbed, like a butterfly walking through a flower, its body shape is changing, and it is like a piece of cat grass, teasing two cats to jump up and down.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves had passed, and both of them were frightened. Not to mention the physical exertion she suffered from being fought by two people at the same time, why did she get stronger and faster as she fought? Moreover, her palm technique was the same move that she had used several times, so why did they think it could be cracked over and over again but couldn't?
Many people are looking at Hu Qing here. The nine Yang Sects are too familiar with each other, familiar with their techniques, familiar with their martial arts, familiar with their moves and routines. Hu Qingqing this——
"What kind of palm technique does she use? It doesn't look like a new creation."
"It doesn't look like our method."
"She doesn't seem to have practiced it well. This palm technique, It looks very deep.”
Look at Yang Tianxiao.
Yang Tianxiao said: "It is passed down from her family."
Everyone understands, no wonder there is a shadow of spiritual cultivation.
However, don’t those crispy soul cultivators look down on their martial arts cultivators? Why do you let your own disciples come to the martial arts world to learn skills?
Someone asked Yang Tianxiao: "Did your adopted daughter introduce you here?"
Yang Tianxiao reacted inwardly before remembering who the so-called adopted daughter was, and shook his head: "No. . ”
He told the truth, but others didn’t believe it. He also advised him that after all, it would be a good idea to send someone to take a look.
Yang Tianxiao is ignored. The bond between people is wonderful. Like him and Hu Qing, he put aside the reason for Tianqi, and he himself found Hu Qing very pleasing to his eyes. He could see through Hu Qing's pretending to be good at a glance, and he knew her little surliness, but he liked it. He also found it interesting that Hu Qing pulled him as a banner.
And the adopted daughter who doesn’t even have a title. He had done a lot, including settling her in, sending people to take care of her, teaching her how to practice, and he also gave her sermons. However, he had the intention of taking care of her, but he could not express his love for the younger generation. She probably could sense it too, so she always felt lonely and helpless, and then inexplicably married far away to a place of spiritual cultivation.
Yes, Yang Tianxiao always felt that his adopted daughter's decision to marry far away was ridiculous. He really didn't see what was good about that pretty face, what was worth liking. But he respects others very much, and he will marry anyone he wants, and he will give her a dowry.
Since then, I have never thought about the mountains and rivers.
At this time, he couldn't help but think, if Hu Qing wanted to marry far away one day in the future - well, no matter how far away she was, she would still be from Shuangyang Sect, how could he deny her because of this?
Thinking of this, Yang Tianxiao himself laughed. Same situation, same result, just because of different feelings, his mood is completely opposite, so he is destined to behave completely differently in the future.
People are different and their thoughts are different, their thoughts are different and their hearts are different, and their hearts are different - Tao is separated. Tao is not only the persistence of one's own heart, but also the influence of others. Only oneself without others, the Tao cannot be achieved.
Suddenly, the aura around Yang Tianxiao flowed subtly. Everyone was surprised to see that he had a slight smile on his face, his eyes were slightly closed, and his hands were clasped together. He was actually sitting in a state of understanding.
Envy, jealousy. What did he do?
Everyone knew the importance and set up a barrier for him to be protected by the immortals of Shuangyang Sect. They stayed away and asked each other what happened.
Several people who had chatted with Yang Tianxiao before repeated what they had said, and everyone pondered: "Could it be that he is feeling grateful for family ties?"
"What can be learned from feeling grateful for family ties?" "No matter what blood relationship is. No, where does the family affection come from?”
“After all, getting along together——”
“Bah, what kind of relationship do you think?”
They were all confused. For a while, even the competition on the ring couldn't attract their attention.
When Yang Tianxiao woke up, all the assistants from the eight families had stepped down. Sanyang Sect and Siyang Sect were firmly seated at tenth and ninth, Wuyang Sect was eighth, and Eightyang Sect was seventh. The Qiyang Sect is the sixth, and the Shuangyang Sect is the fifth in Yuanzuishan.
Now on the stage are Hu Qing, Ran Hui from the Shan Yang Sect, He Yingying from the Liu Yang Sect, and Tong Tao from the Jiu Yang Sect.
Yang Tianxiao’s first reaction was that it was useless to go far away from Zuishan. The original expectation was that Hu Qing and Yuan Zuishan would kill everyone else, and then the two would fight. Now, Yuanzuishan ended the game early, leaving Hu Qing one on three.
Yes, the current alliance situation on the stage is three Shan Yang Sects, six Yang Sects and Nine Yang Sects against one Shuang Yang Sect.
It shouldn’t be, isn’t his Hu Qing very good at talking?
Hu Qing cried to death in his heart. It was precisely because he was so good at talking that he was regarded as a great enemy by everyone. So as soon as Yuanzuishan stepped down, they all came together to attack themselves without even having to form an alliance first. They decided to form a temporary alliance after taking action against themselves.
Sure enough, people can never be proud. Once they are proud, they will fall. Alas, good people are always targeted.
I was crying in my heart, but my hands were not slow at all, and the bloody killing was left behind by her dance.
But the three of them are in trouble.
After checking the time, Hu Qing jumped out of the battle group, sighed, and wiped his face: "Everyone, we are just comparing, there is no need to fight so hard, right?"
He Yingying smiled and said: "Yes, so hurry up Hurry up and get some rest. The three of us will continue to work hard.”
Hu Qingxu sighed at her. He said: "It's best if I hold Tong Tao and throw her down together to get what you want."
He Yingying was no longer ashamed now, and took a step forward: "Then I'll thank you first."
Hu Qing tutted and waved his hands towards the three of them: "Back off, everyone, back off, I'm calling for help."
What?
“White kiss.”
A thick white dragon appeared from the sky and flew around above the heads of the four people.
"This is your demon - eh, is it a weapon?"
Bai Qi didn't hide his aura deliberately. Everyone was surprised by its size and soon discovered that he was a weapon.
It's actually a weapon spirit.
This weapon spirit is - oh, the breath of the second level.
Fortunately, it’s not a high-level weapon spirit.
But——
How did Hu Qing grow up so big, so strong, and so beautiful?
The three of them were stunned, but their expressions did not change much. After all, they are all senior brothers and sisters, and they are highly valued by the sect, and none of them are favored by a weapon spirit demon.
Ran Hui said: "Hu Qing, there is no need. You are only a second-level weapon spirit in terms of majesty. None of us has such a treasure."
With a thought in his mind, around him A dark lion-headed beast jumped out. The lion landed on all fours and was taller than Ran Hui. The ground shook the moment it landed.
(End of this chapter)