Chapter 32 Husband or not?

Yang Lei was pinching the boy's neck, and his figure moved quickly.

This place is not far from the city, and it won't take long to get there. He left so eagerly, naturally, he was not afraid of the Xu Bing, let alone the man in the blue shirt.

It's just that this magic weapon is really too important, maybe it's a high-ranking treasure gourd. It's unclear what supernatural power it contains, but it's definitely extraordinary.

So nothing can go wrong.

If you bring it back to the north of the city, even if you can't use it for yourself, you can still give it to a real mountain genius who is high above.

I have to thank that fellow Taoist in green shirt, I am really embarrassed for giving such a great opportunity.

Seeing that this fellow Taoist in green shirt seems to have good fighting power, but he beat Xu Bing, and he seems to be following the path of physical cultivation, but he has never seen this person, let alone know him.

However, Xu Bing still has more ruthless sword moves, and if the two really want to fight, it should be 50-50.

It's just 50-50.

Yang Lei snorted, showing some disdain for these two people.

The reason why he and Xu Bing fought inextricably before was only one reason.

He is clumsy.

Otherwise, how could He De dare to fight with Xu Bing, a half-assed sword repairman?

If you really want to find a place where there is no one, and fight hard.

He is going to take Xu Bing's life!

Chengnan Jianxiu's lineage, the fourth son of Taibai Jianzong?

Heh, apart from Jing Zhenghong, who is ranked first and has some skills, the other three just got a good flying sword by luck!

The city is a little closer, and the outline can be seen from a distance.

Yang Lei raised his mind and was vigilant around his surroundings. He must not make a mistake in this last place, and his success will fall short.

The boy was pinched in his hands for a long time, his breathing was difficult, his sanity was a little blurred, and he was about to faint.

While the burly man was moving, there was the sound of wind whizzing past his ears.

The wind blows a little bit.

In an instant, it seemed to be a little bigger again.

The sun's halo lingered and suddenly flashed.

There was a sword light that refracted the sun, cutting towards his arm suddenly.

Yang Lei was horrified, and instantly threw off the young man who was pinched, and fell down, standing on the ground.

He took a closer look.

It was the man in blue shirt holding Xu Bing's flying sword.

Yang Lei looked a little gloomy, spit, and said disdainfully: "These four sons of Taibai Sword Sect are really useless, and they can even be snatched with flying swords close to their bodies, so let's forget about killing ourselves."

The young man was thrown to the ground, took a deep breath, his expression slowly became clear, he stood up slowly, looked at Chen Jiu, and said embarrassedly: "I was attacked by him."

Chen Jiu grinned at the corner of his mouth, and was speechless, "You can't beat you if you haven't been attacked."

The young man frowned with thick eyebrows. After thinking for a while, he had no choice but to nod, "Indeed."

Chen Jiu turned to look at Yang Lei, and said with a smile, "Leave the gourd, I'll let you go, how about it?"

The gourd in Yang Lei's hand was trembling, and he stuffed it around his waist. He made a fist and smiled arrogantly.

"Do you think that if you beat Xu Bing, you can also beat me? How dare you!"

Seeing that the man in green shirt is fine except for a scar on his arm, he should be able to win easily.

However, Xu Bing has just entered the fourth realm, and his heels are not yet firmly established. How difficult is it to defeat him?

Punch and win!

There was a fist rushing out of him, making his clothes bulge, whistling and shouting loudly.

"Get out and die!"

Chen Jiu frowned.

Another dishonest one.

He punched fiercely, Yang Lei received it, and the two exchanged another punch, like spring thunder exploding, each retreated dozens of steps.

In an instant, he stabbed swiftly and violently, the impacts were together, fists and feet collided, and the aftermath of fists came out in shock, shaking the fallen leaves around, like wind and clouds.

Chen Jiu's fist became stronger and stronger as he fought more and more, like the tide of a great river, surging layer by layer, becoming more and more brave.

The two fisted each other like a violent storm.

Under Chen Jiu's accumulation of punches, he gradually stabilized his head, and suddenly threw his fist away, directly smashing Yang Lei into the ground, and suddenly a big hole was sunken.

Chen Jiu shook his hand.

This guy is pretty good at fighting.

The burly man stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned grinningly, his body trembled, his skin swelled and his skin became darker.

This is the means of physical training to condense qi. Different boxing manuals are practiced, and the strange images displayed by condensing qi are also different. What determines the level of condensing qi is the physical training's understanding of the level of boxing manuals and boxing intentions.

Yang Lei has studied this Duanshan spectrum for more than ten years, punching thousands of punches every day, half of it is clear, the condensed energy is naturally extraordinary, and it can already cause changes in the body.

He had been in the four realms for a long time, but now that he had condensed his energy, he had the power of the bottleneck of the four realms.

How does this green-clothed man fight against him?

Just looking for death.

In an instant, Yang Lei punched Chen Jiu's head like a rushing thunder.

Chen Jiu didn't retreat but advanced, and punched his head fiercely.

The two fought bloody, neither backing down.

The fists exploded!

Both of their heads were knocked to the side, blood spurted from the corners of their mouths, but their bodies were tightly bound, they didn't move at all, they turned around instantly, and exchanged punches again.

Fly each other!

Li Xian stared at him in a daze, and wanted to pass some healing medicine to Chen Jiu.

It was a bloody fight.

Chen Jiuya had two of them knocked out and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Lei's complexion was already a little ugly.

Can't figure it out.

Why couldn't he kill the green-clothed man with one punch even though he had collected his energy? !

He clenched his fist angrily, wanting to kill the green-clothed man with one punch.

Chen Jiu punched first.

The burly man flew horizontally again, smashing into the boulders in the forest.

Chen Jiu's fisting intentions are gradually increasing, like waves, rolling and accumulating layers upon layers.

This is the martial arts that he understood most of when he was watching the tide on the bank of the Huaishui River. Although he has not fully comprehended it, there is already some meaning in his body.

As long as you can't kill me, as long as I can still punch, then Lao Tzu's fist will only rise but not fall, and will last for a long time!

Martial arts in the world have always been so domineering.

Yang Lei stood up, his face distorted with anger, not waiting for him to move.

Another punch straight to the head.

The beating made him fall to the ground with a bang, a big hole was made, his body hit the ground, and he bounced up suddenly. Chen Jiu grabbed his head with one hand and lifted it high.

Yang Lei's seven orifices were bleeding, and his swollen body quickly shrank as if he was discouraged.

Chen Jiu smiled, because two teeth were knocked out, there was some air leakage, and his speech was slurred.

"Huh or not?"

The burly man said weakly: "I've taken it."

Chen Jiu took off the trembling gourd from the big man's waist and put it on his waist, and the gourd became quiet.

He put the burly man down slowly, touched his head twice, patted him again before leaving, and smiled with his mouth missing two teeth.

"Iron juice, the knife is not sharp and the horse is too thin, Nisha is not worthy to fight with me."

He trotted to the side of the boy, picked up the flying sword, threw it to the side of the big man, and shouted: "This sword, return it to that man for me. You two know each other, so it should be fine."

Yang Lei looked at Chen Jiu's clenched fists and could only nod.

Chen Jiu smiled and said, "Thank you, good brother."

He winked at Li Xian, signaling to retreat. Li Xian seemed to have understood something, and nodded slightly with a serious expression.

Chen Jiugang wanted to run away.

Li Xian had already run up to the burly man, grabbed his neck with his hand, and threatened in a low voice with a serious expression.

"The Feijian must be delivered, there can be no mistakes, understand?"

Chen Jiu was speechless.

Now he began to seriously think about whether there was something wrong with the boy's head.

Yang Lei was pinched by the young man's neck, and the feelings in his heart were even more difficult to express. He glanced at Chen Jiu who was not far away, still clenched his fists, and could only nod helplessly.

"understood."

Li Xian let go of his hand and walked slowly to Chen Jiu's side, his expression still serious, as if he was too involved in the drama.

Chen Jiu slapped him on the back of the head, "Don't pretend to be serious, run away."

He trotted towards the forest, Li Xian followed with a big basket on his back.

The burly man who stayed on the spot slowly got up, his face was pale, he wiped off the blood on his face, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and looked at the backs of the two men with dark eyes.

At the same time, he provoked the south and north of the city, and without a backing, he still wanted to gain a foothold in the city?

Idiots are joking!

Afterwards, the tempers of some cultivating geniuses are not good, and if someone is killed, there is no way.

After all, in this city, there are quite a few people who die every year. As for how they died, who cares?

Anyway, there is only one reason for death, and that's all because of lack of strength.

The burly man glanced at the flying sword beside him, his eyes darkened, and he kicked away suddenly.

Taibai Jianzong these trash!