Chapter 34 Blessings in this world
Feng Ying was horrified, and he subconsciously wanted to move, but he saw that ray of pure golden light had arrived in front of him in an instant.
He could only use the secret technique, and the strong power of wind and thunder emerged from the whole body, and a blue and blue two-color wind and thunder spiritual energy shield appeared to protect the whole body. However, the golden light penetrated and instantly submerged into the wind and thunder spiritual energy shield. Although After being consumed by the power of wind and thunder, a golden light bombarded his body surface, knocking him away.
However, after landing, Feng Lei was not injured. Layers of special scales appeared faintly on his body. Feng Lei was agitated. He just looked at the remaining traces of gold, and his eyes were slightly surprised.
"This sharp force?"
He smelled the scent of innate energy.
The innate essence in the opponent's body seemed extremely extraordinary, and even caused such changes in the mana in the body early.
Just as he was about to stand up, he saw a figure above his head rushing toward him, and two feet-long white light shot out from the depths of his eyes to lock onto him.
Soul-fixing slaying technique?
Feng Ying couldn't help but smile in his heart, but Qingli was asking for boredom by treating him this way.
After all, he taught Qingli this technique.
A soul carving knife also appeared in the depths of his eyes, and instantly turned into two white lights to meet the two white lights that were speeding towards him.
Boom! !
Just at the moment of contact, the white light deep in his eyes collapsed, and he saw the two white lights shot by Yang Huai breaking through the soul-fixing slaying technique he released, locking the soul, and slashing it in an instant.
Feng Ying's eyes widened, unable to hide his surprise. At this time, he was holding back the pain of the collapse of his soul-fixing slaying technique, but he saw a blue light and shadow emerging from the depths of the sea of consciousness, faintly manifesting a magnificent spirit with a dragon head, human body, and snake tail. Looking at him, wisps of wind and thunder energy surrounded him, turning into a light shield to block the two white lights.
But Yang Huai, who was above his head, took advantage of the opportunity and fell down, condensing a golden spear in his hand and placing it across Feng Ying's neck.
This scene is extremely fast.
Feeling the golden light reflected on his neck, Feng Ying felt a little embarrassed in his eyes and a little silent, and he opened his mouth.
"I..."
This result was really beyond his imagination, even unbelievable.
Yang Huai casually dispersed the golden spear formed by condensing magic power in his hand and said with a smile.
"We're considered a draw. I know you still have a sharp weapon that you haven't taken out yet. If you do, I'll be the one to say you'll lose!"
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave the performance stage, but deep down he was still a little happy.
It seems that his suffering was not in vain.
It is true that after he was killed hundreds of times by the evil Shura ghost, he broke the limit in Jedi again and again.
On the spot, Feng Ying looked at Yang Huai's leaving figure, and his voice sounded behind him a moment later.
"Qingli...Senior brother, if you lose, you lose. You can be careless on the stage of fighting. If it's a life and death battle, who can care about this with me!"
"From today on, you are my senior brother!"
After hearing this, Yang Huai paused, smiled slightly, waved his hand towards him, and then jumped off the performance stage.
At this time, at the top of the performance stage, many backbone Taoist boys from Guanhua Hall looked at each other and watched this scene.
"Junior Brother Feng actually lost?"
Qingxian, a girl in green clothes, also looked at Yang Huaiyuan's retreating figure with some surprise, with a little surprise in her eyes.
In her opinion, Feng Ying should not be defeated. Feng Ying is stronger than his opponent in terms of his deep magic power or the secret skills he masters.
Taoist Yuanlu looked at Yang Huai's leaving figure with great interest, and when he saw Qingxian's expression, he said softly.
"Junior Brother Feng has underestimated the enemy. If he and Junior Brother Qingli hadn't collided with each other with the soul-fixing slaying technique, if he had directly used the Fuxi Divine Observation to directly protect the soul and deal with the opponent, it wouldn't take long for Junior Brother Qingli to lose the ability to resist!"
He hit the nail on the head.
At this time, Feng Ying also had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Qingli's soul-fixing slaying technique was taught to him by him. The other party should have practiced far less time than him, but at this time, he faintly surpassed him in power. If the collision of the blow hadn't shocked his soul, he wouldn't have been able to do it. As for losing one move, it was a complete defeat.
It's just that he also knows that the core of the soul-fixing zanpakujutsu is the artistic conception of killing, and Qingli has never left the Taoist temple, so how can he hone the artistic conception of killing, but he is also a smart person, and he suddenly has some speculations in his mind.
"Slaughter Hall!" There was a wry smile on his lips. I'm afraid there were Taoist priests from the kitchen behind him who were using their strength.
"Time is destiny!"
At this time, Yuan Lu and several other Taoist boys walked in from outside the venue. When Feng Ying saw this, he held his hands in Taoism.
"This battle has damaged the prestige of Guanhuatang, senior brother Yuanlu, and all of you!"
Yuan Lu's eyes were calm and he said calmly. "It doesn't matter. Junior Brother Qingli just said it very well. You didn't use part of Feng's killing methods in this battle, otherwise he may not be able to win!"
After a slight pause, he patted Feng Ying on the shoulder and said.
"As far as I know, you have a very good relationship with Junior Brother Qingli. Please invite him to our Guanhua Hall when you have time in the future!"
Feng Ying nodded.
"Okay!"
He knew that Genroku might have some thoughts of solicitation. He had always been at the core of the competition, and for this reason he had been working tirelessly to win over all the Taoist boys as his wings. Qingli's innate talent was not weak, so he must have been tempted.
Wherever he looked, Feng Ying also saw many Taoist boys whispering to each other, including some famous genius Taoist boys, several of whom were Taoist boys from Yuanlu's rival camp.
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In the Yang family paddock, Yang Huai opened his eyes the next day, but his eyes were a little bloodshot.
The involution of day and night, coupled with the depth of the Soul-Slaying Jade, the fact that he had to constantly adjust his state after being killed hundreds of times, and face the attacks and killings of evil Shura ghosts at any time, he really felt exhausted mentally and physically.
Yuan Xiuxiu walked into the house at this time. She glanced at Yang Huai in slight surprise. This time Yang Huai woke up and she felt that Yang Huai seemed to be unusually tired, but nothing happened at night and she didn't do anything else...
She then spoke.
"Yang Huai, please go to sleep again. Dad, Mom is fine for the time being. I'll greet you!"
"Thank you for your hard work, madam!"
Yang Huai nodded slightly and immediately fell asleep with his head covered again. He indeed felt mentally and physically exhausted, and quickly fell asleep.
After a while, Mother Yang's complaining voice came from the small courtyard.
"Although children are greedy for sex, they must also know how to control it. Xiu Xiu, you must also take care of Ah Da's body!"
"Mother..."
In the small courtyard, Yuan Xiu's beautiful face was somewhat rosy.
But in my heart I felt very wronged.
Mother Yang didn't say much. She looked at an old hen that was clucking and looking for a nest next to her. She quickly stepped forward, caught it, and handed it to Yuan Xiuxiu, saying:
"Okay, kill this old hen and give it to Ada. Well, add the herbs you dug up!"
"Don't give this soup to Huan'er and Ah Yuan. Ah Qing saw it and gave it to Ah Da to drink alone!"
Yuan Xiuxiu nodded and immediately stepped aside.
The old donkey in the donkey shed next to him had his ears standing up, but he was very angry when he heard the words. The donkey kicked his hooves and grunted.
In the afternoon, Yang Huai was awakened by the strong smell of chicken soup in the kitchen. His nose twitched slightly and he opened his eyes. He turned over and got off the bed. He put on his clothes and opened the door. He saw Yuan Xiuxiu gently sleeping under the jujube tree. I was fanning the cattail leaf lightly and simmering chicken soup in an earthen pot over a slow fire. The air was still filled with the scent of medicine.
The beauty was already beautiful and delicious, and coupled with the alluring aroma of chicken soup, Yang Huai couldn't help but feel a huge sense of satisfaction deep in his heart.
Life is like this, what can I say?
"Yang Lang, are you awake?"
When Yuan Xiuxiu saw this, she stood up and took a porcelain bowl, filled Yang Huai with a bowl of clear chicken soup, and added a few pieces of chicken nuggets that exuded a strong fragrance. At this moment, she suddenly smiled.
"Brother Huan is a lucky man!"
Yang Huai hadn't even had a few bites when he saw Yang Huan running back from outside the hospital with a roar.
"Brother, sister-in-law, great joy, great joy!!"
He just entered the hospital alone and smelled the aroma of chicken soup in the air. He couldn't move his eyes away!
(End of chapter)