My Martial Arts Can Train Themselves

"It's you little thief!"

Yin Zhenggang was stunned at first, and then his anger surged into his heart. His eyes stared as big as cattle and wanted to eat people.

It's so irritating. It's hard to find a breakthrough opportunity, but it's inexplicably interrupted by the thief who broke into the house. He lost the opportunity to make a breakthrough. He also suffered a very serious internal injury and hasn't recovered so far.

At that time, Yan Zhenggang tried hard to find the thief who broke into the Yan family that day, but he couldn't find it anyway.

I didn't expect the boy in front of me to say it at the moment.

This is undoubtedly sprinkling salt on his wound.

Yang Yi smiled faintly and didn't deny it.

He moved like a wild goose to Yan Zhenggang's side, and pointed out one after another with his powerful fist.

"Hum!" Yin Zhenggang's Qi and blood surged into his heart, but he didn't hide. He grabbed it with five fingers and crossed a strange arc. Then the strength of his body seemed to bring a touch of the smell of snakes and monsters.

The two handed over their fists and claws and collided with each other.

Yin Zhenggang was surprised to find that his confrontation with the young man did not have any advantage.

The actual combat experience is not crushed, and the opponent's moves are also fierce.

In terms of martial arts moves and strength transfer, I was also suppressed.

Yan Zhenggang couldn't think of it.

He remembered that the two disciples brought by Xu Menghua were xuanlijing.

Even if you are lucky, you can break through this period of time. You should not be your own opponent.

But reality slapped him hard.

There was a stalemate back and forth for several rounds.

In Yin Zhenggang's trance, Yang Yi turned his fist into a palm and sprinkled a large amount of powder.

"Look at the move, eat bone powder!" He shouted.

Yin Zhenggang looked motionless and stopped breathing.

Immediately wave the sleeve robe to disperse the poisonous powder.

But Yang Yi's move was sudden, and the position of his arm and neck was inevitably contaminated with poison powder.

When he was a little frightened, he found that the bone etching powder in Yang Yi's mouth didn't seem to bring a burning feeling.

It smells like harmless flour.

"You boy frame me!"

Yin Zhenggang knew that he had been deceived. He was furious. When he looked at it, he found that Yang Yi was already gone.

Turning his head to look behind him, Yang Yi opened his lunge, and his long-standing fist came out with thunder!

It's the gualei style. This move has great lethality, but the disadvantage is its powerful action, so Yang Yi came up with a way to distract attention.

Boom!

One punch hit Yan Zhenggang on the back.

Although Yin Zhenggang turned his strength defense, he was still shocked by the powerful impact and flew out.

The extremely overbearing thunder fire force intruded into his body and constantly disturbed his original strength operation.

Yan Zhenggang pointed his claws to the ground, turned over and stabilized his body, and then threw several pieces of Rune paper from his arms, which was a little similar to the small explosive spirit Rune used by Yang Yi.

Yang Yi looked dignified. He stopped chasing and ran away.

At the next moment, the rune paper exploded one by one, forming a cyclone impact, which blew up the gang members of a nearby stone bear Gang more than ten steps away, fell to the ground, gushed blood, and lost their breath in an instant.

Yin Zhenggang took advantage of the situation to move forward, changed his claw skill and hit a green strength.

This strength looks like a snake head with fangs open.

Yang Yi was in no hurry. Jin Yuan pointed out that his martial arts had been continuously polished by the previous generation's master. After it belonged to him, he successfully broke through Dacheng and had great prestige.

The two forces collided, and the green force dissipated in an instant.

Yin Zhenggang was shocked when he saw this.

This is terrible.

Are Qixia sect disciples so rich in martial arts?

There was no time to think about it. Yang Yi's fist shadow had arrived. He had to fight hard.

There was another quick struggle.

In the middle of the beating, a handful of poisonous powder was skillfully sprinkled.

Their faces suddenly changed. Unexpectedly, their minds were surprisingly consistent at this moment. They closed their noses and retreated.

Yang Yi successfully withdrew from the poison powder area, but Yin Zhenggang stumbled inexplicably. A large amount of poison powder fell on him, making him cry out in pain.

Wait for the poison powder to disperse.

Yan Zhenggang's skin was festering.

The vaguely recognizable face was full of fear.

But his waist was wrapped with purple silk thread that had been stained by blood.

This is a thousand wrapped silk. Yang Yi threw this xuanbing out while throwing poison powder.

Thousands of ribbons were poisonous. The more he struggled, the tighter he wound. Yan Zhenggang was rich, and now his waist was only half tied. It can be seen how hard he struggled in the poison powder.

Yang Yi is very satisfied with the effect of thousand wrapped silk.

At the same time, it also sounded the alarm. How should I deal with it if the other party uses xuanbing?

Fortunately, at the penetration level, there are not many users of magic weapons such as thousand entangled silk. Or the weapons of xuanbing will be more widely used, and the combat effectiveness improvement it brings is real.

However, no matter what kind of xuanbing, it needs to spend energy and mind to accumulate and cultivate continuously.

For ordinary martial artists, this undoubtedly delays the rhythm of their own cultivation.

Therefore, there are not a few martial artists who do not use xuanbing. Nothing gives priority to realm improvement.

"Spare me, spare me."

Yin Zhenggang's voice was blurred.

Seeing his pain, Yang Yi pointed to him and sent him on his last journey.

"Ha, Qixia sect's martial arts is nothing more than that!"

In another place, Xie Yuanren was being pushed back by a disciple of Xianluo sect.

He was full of strength, and his legs followed one another, but he still couldn't break the opponent's sword moves.

"Die."

The other party grinned, blocked Xie Yuanren's leg whip with a scabbard, and then stabbed it out with a sharp sword.

This sword ran to Xie Yuanren's chest, surging with blue sword light and breaking wind everywhere.

Boom!

Electro optic flint room.

A stone flew from a distance.

Impartial, hitting the tip of the sword.

The strength of the shock made the immortal luozong disciple unable to hold the sword and threw it out.

"Who?"

He covered his wrist and said angrily.

"Me!"

Yang Yi's fist and voice fell at the same time.

"Younger martial brother Yang."

Xie Yuanren has a sense of happiness for the rest of his life.

But seeing that Yang Yi defeated his opponent with only one punch, his mood was complex.

A few months ago, they stood on the same starting line, but now Yang Yi has led him too much.

"Yue Changlao, Yan Zhenggang is dead. Are you ready to fight?"

Shi Fengtian shows Xiong manquan and tries to hold Yue duanfeng down.

But the price is a few more holes in the chest.

If the war situation is not clear, he will surely die under the sword of Yue duanfeng.

There's no way. Although they are both moving mountains, one is from a family background, and the other starts from a careless place. There's a big difference between them.

Just when the situation is stuck.

Shi Fengtian inadvertently glanced at the battlefield below and found that Yin Zhenggang was defeated by Yang Yi. He was immediately overjoyed.

As soon as Yin Zhenggang died, the combat power of both sides was almost equal.

Next, as long as we wait for the reinforcement of Qixia sect, we can win this scuffle.