Chapter 1217: Eat steamed buns?
A sword can fly. This scene is indeed rare. Even Jiang Fengyue has never seen it.
But it doesn't fly fast enough, so it's almost impossible to hit him.
Yang Yiyi swayed slightly to avoid the Bamboo Flute Sword. At this time, Yang Yiyi fell from above and the Black Bear pushed three times in succession.
I saw the floor just broken under Jiang Fengyue's feet making explosive sounds, and clear palm prints were vaguely visible.
The Black Bear Three Push Hands is a typical technique of releasing internal force to the outside. It is powerful and heavy. Even if Yang Yiyi's total internal force is not high enough, the internal force of the Ultimate Vajra Kung Fu is fierce and the output is huge in an instant.
Normally, being hit by one shot should result in some injuries, not to mention death on the spot, but Jiang Fengyue remained motionless, as if the wind from the black bear's three-push hand was just a breeze blowing on his face.
And Jiang Fengyue didn't fight back at all, she just stood there and let Yang Yiyi fight.
You know, Yang Yiyi was in the air and had no foothold to draw on. She was now the target when she found the right position. Jiang Fengyue didn't move, which was pure contempt.
As if to say, fight however you want.
As soon as Yang Yiyi's feet touched the ground, he immediately used the tiger and crane forms mixed with the mantis fist to hit him continuously.
Jiang Fengyue only used one hand and the other hand behind her back to lightly block every combo of Yang Yiyi's attacks on his neck.
"Yes, there are countless people who use the shape of animals to formulate boxing techniques, but there are few in the world that are so exquisite. But did you understand it from Qingtian Book?"
"Stop talking nonsense and look at your palms!"
Yang Yiyi seamlessly switched to the Qiu Feng Palm Technique, which made Jiang Fengyue frown.
He knew this palm technique, but it was not interesting.
At this time, Jiang Fengyue suddenly turned around, as if there were eyes behind his back, and moved away from the bamboo flute sword that was returning.
This little trick can't do anything to him.
Of course, Yang Yiyi knew that she was no match. After all, Ning Xianer and Shen Qingluo were already lying on the ground. She didn't lie down purely because Jiang Fengyue was curious about her kung fu.
While the opponent was avoiding the Bamboo Flute Sword, Yang Yiyi opened her mouth and bit her back molars hard, making a clicking sound.
Jiang Fengyue looked confused at first, but then her expression changed slightly.
The clicking sound continued, and Jiang Fengyue clearly felt that there was a trace of disorder in his internal strength.
"It turned out to be Jiufeng's ghost car sound, but it's a pity that I didn't practice it well enough."
Immediately, Jiang Fengyue's inner strength surged, and Yang Yiyi felt as if she had hit a wall of wind head-on, almost biting her own tongue.
"Ten years ago, if Jiu Feng were here, I would still give him a thumbs-down. Today, even if Jiu Feng comes, I can't even think of escaping."
Before Jiang Fengyue could finish her words, she thrust a palm toward Yang Yiyi's chest.
It looked like an old gangster was attacking her chest, but in fact Jiang Fengyue knew that Qingtian Shu must be in Yang Yiyi's arms.
But at this time, a blue light suddenly lit up, blocking Jiang Fengyue's palm.
Yang Yiyi took the opportunity to exert all her strength and struck forward with a palm.
In terms of internal strength, Yang Yiyi was no match for her. When this move of Fierce Sun Palm struck, Yang Yiyi herself was bounced away and fell to the ground.
When Jiang Fengyue retracted her palm, she looked at it in confusion.
Under the influence of the soft thorn technique, Jiang Fengyue felt severe pain in her fingers, but there were no wounds on them.
"Little girl, you have a lot of tricks up your sleeve. Let's do this. If you join me, I'm sure you'll learn endless magical skills and secrets."
Yang Yiyi's qualifications are not particularly outstanding in Jiang Fengyue's opinion. In comparison, Ning Xianer's qualifications are rare in the world.
But Yang Yiyi's kung fu was very special, which made Jiang Fengyue fall in love with her talent.
And Yang Yiyi’s answer is:
"Pooh!"
"It's a pity, then I'll take it myself."
Jiang Fengyue stretched out her hand and hit Yang Yiyi who was lying on the ground. The bamboo flute sword flew towards her again, but Jiang Fengyue didn't even look at it this time. She hit the hilt of the bamboo flute sword casually, causing the latter to spin and fly out and stick in the wall. . At this time, the blue light flashed again, blocking Jiang Fengyue's palm.
Most people would be frightened when they see this situation, but Jiang Fengyue knew that this must be Qing Tianshu protecting Yang Yiyi.
But it can be protected for a while, but it cannot be protected for a lifetime.
Just as Yang Yiyi was about to get up, Jiang Fengyue's palm, which was blocked by the blue light, suddenly burst out with powerful internal force, and the roar of the palm force forced Yang Yiyi back to the ground.
At this time, the blue light burst. This was the first time in Yang Yiyi's memory.
Li Chengqi stretched out his hand to help Yang Yiyi because it would consume his energy.
This Qi value is linked to Yang Yiyi's internal strength and has nothing to do with faith value.
This will indeed happen as long as the energy is exhausted, but it has never happened before that it broke directly after being blocked for two times.
Jiang Fengyue's intensity was simply too high.
The people around him at this time, Qin Yan must have been unconscious after hitting the stone pillar. Wu Shaoyi's sound skills had no effect on Jiang Fengyue. The palm Shen Qingluo had just fought back was the last one. Ning Xian'er could not move at all now. .
As for Jiang Fengyue, right in front of Yang Yiyi, he could slap Yang Yiyi to death with just one stretch of his hand.
And at this time when he was almost certain, Jiang Fengyue suddenly stopped. He maintained the action of reaching out and reaching out, as stiff as a statue.
Yang Yiyi didn't know what happened, but she could clearly see that cold sweat was clearly oozing out from under Jiang Fengyue's white hairline.
At the same time, a familiar voice sounded from behind Jiang Fengyue:
"I'm very happy to be old and immortal. It feels good to bully our Yiyi, right?"
It was Li Chengqi's voice, and the voice did not come from Yu Gui in Yang Yiyi's arms like usual.
There were soft footsteps and someone came over.
"Looking at how old you are, I don't ask for anything else but to die. This will make things easier for everyone."
As if being electrocuted, Jiang Fengyue turned into a black demonic wind and flew back to the high platform with a whoosh.
Li Chengqi just looked at it and didn't do anything else.
"Brother Li? Is that you?"
Yang Yiyi asked tentatively.
"Who else could it be if it weren't for me?"
Li Chengqi rolled his eyes and expressed his dissatisfaction with this girl's overly reckless behavior.
However, Li Chengqi still doted on Yang Yiyi after all. He raised his other hand to her and shook the plastic bag in his hand:
"Do you want to eat the buns I just bought?"
"..."
Not to mention Yang Yiyi, everyone present who was still awake was Spartan.
Who is this person?
It came out of nowhere!
Yang Yiyi and the others started taking action in the middle of the night. Even now, it's still dark, and it's only morning on Li Chengqi's side.
He looked all the way and hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he ordered a takeaway.
Just when Jiang Fengyue was talking shamelessly there, the takeaway arrived.
Because he was afraid of sudden death while picking up the takeout, Li Chengqi asked the takeaway boy to put the things at the door, and then used his divine power to bring the takeout in from the outside, and then the saint came.
That's why she looks like she is now, carrying a box of steamed buns.
(End of chapter)