It’s like the Huashan Sword Contest is still grabbing the Nine Yin Scriptures. While fighting, someone told everyone that the 0th version of the Nine Yin Scriptures has been published.
Which magical craft book has such an outrageous update frequency?
But soon Yan Feng didn't have the heart to think about the update frequency because he suddenly discovered...
Yan Weiwei... seems a little different.
In just a few short steps, the other party walked step by step. Although the steps seemed very ordinary, they seemed to have some wonderful rhythm, and the whole body seemed to be following a slight rhythm.
Wait until he stood in front of everyone in an ordinary manner and closed his eyes slightly.
The seemingly unstable and full of flaws gives people a strange sense of crisis...
Not only him, but Li Lei and Xiang Wenlong in the field all felt a similar sense of crisis.
And this sense of crisis seemed to evoke some fragments that they were extremely reluctant to recall...
"Master Yan, I offended you, let's go together!"
Everyone who noticed the atmosphere in the venue reached a consensus almost instantly.
Xiang Wenlong, who is best at close combat, roared, took a step forward suddenly, and blasted out his right fist like a shell, and launched the attack first.
The fist wind whistled, reaching Yan Weiwei's face.
Before the fist arrived, the strong wind was already coming!
Yan Weiwei didn't move at all, and even her eyes were still half open and half closed until the fist wind approached and her body suddenly avoided her slightly.
This avoidance was like a willow catkins following the wind, and it avoided the punch in an understatement.
The fist brushed against the tip of her nose, but it could not touch the slightest.
Yan Feng couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
"The body is like a catkin, use stillness to control movement, and have a good body movement!"
Xiang Wenlong failed to hit the blow and shouted softly, but changed his fist to claws, using his best-known hand to split the tendons and bones to grab Yan Weiwei's left shoulder!
At this moment, a scene that was beyond everyone's expectations appeared. Yan Weiwei did not dodge or avoid it, and she saw Xiang Wenlong's grasping hand falling on the other party's shoulder.
Yan Weiwei's shoulder seemed to move strangely, and Xiang Wenlong's claws slid down from the opponent's shoulder as if he had hit a loach...
The next moment, one hand seemed slow and fast, and it floated lightly on Xiang Wenlong's forearm. The moment when there was still a look of surprise on the other person's face, he pulled it slightly, and with the other person's body that could not stop rushing forward,
So a slight tremble...
"Click!"
"Ah~" Xiang Wenlong's scream came, and he saw the other party take two steps back, and his right hand fell weakly on one side of his shoulder.
"What?!"
"this……"
Everyone was stunned.
The master Xiang Wenlong was removed after meeting him?
"It's round and leverages strength to fight... this... is this Wudang's Tai Chi power?"
Yan Feng also stood up from his seat with a look of shock.
Wei Wei, why did you learn such a clever way to leverage power?
Just now, the other six people who didn't talk about martial arts morality were hesitant. When they saw Xiang Wenlong, who was the best kung fu among them, failed in one move, they immediately did not dare to hesitate anymore and started moving.
Either they are divided into groups, or they are waiting for an opportunity to move, or they are sharp swords in their hands...
Although I don’t know why Yan Weiwei suddenly felt like she had changed her style, her style changed drastically from her previous style.
But guessing that perhaps it is because of hiding such a killer weapon that you have the confidence to fight seven times?
So they stopped holding back and sieged each other with all their might.
However, a more strange scene appeared. Yan Weiwei's figure was moving and moving, and she could not see how to move and dodge, but she could easily shuttle through the attacks of the seven people like a ghost.
Her movements seemed slow, but she could always avoid all attacks just right.
The steps are light and steady, and each step is filled with a calm demeanor, showing everyone's style.
The seven-man offensive became more and more fierce, and even Xiang Wenlong gritted his teeth and took over his dislocated shoulder and joined the battle group again.
However, Yan Weiwei never fought back, but just kept dodging, and even a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
This is the feeling, this is...Cultivation!
With one hand twisted it, he printed the oncoming iron sand palm on Li Lei's chest, and the other party staggered and retreated.
He didn't even see the other party's efforts. The masters who besieged her were tilted around and turned around, making Yan Feng's eyes twitch.
"It's my turn!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Weiwei took a lunge and launched an active attack for the first time. She punched Ah Xing with a light straight punch...
"Huh?" A Xing, who had originally opened and closed the Fist of the Five Ancestors, attacked the opponent with great force, but could not touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, immediately raised his arms and crossed them to block them.
The strong figure, a head taller than Yan Weiwei and the tight muscles all over her body make Yan Weiwei's fists look so weak and powerless...
However……
"Bang!"
A Xing, a man with nearly 200 pounds, was directly knocked away by Yan Weiwei's light punch in his unbelievable eyes!
He flew four or five meters in the air before he knocked down a bunch of debris and was bombarded out of the field with a bang!
"How is this... possible?!"
Everyone stared at this scene in amazement.
Fan Shigang, the audience outside the venue, looked at Ah Xing who was struggling but couldn't get up, and couldn't help swallowing.
"Shi... uncle... this... which sect's way is this?"
Yan Feng is as stupid as a wooden chicken.
You ask me? Who will I ask?
This is clearly an ordinary straight punch!
Even with the addition of dark power, this power is really a bit exaggerated.
"Swoosh!"
At this moment, a flying knife with a cold light pierced Yan Weiwei's thighs through seven or eight meters!
The Tang Sect master who had been waiting for the opportunity on the outside finally took action!
At this time, Yan Weiwei was besieged by the two of them, and the flying knife was still a blind spot in her visual sense. Even Yan Feng couldn't help but feel nervous.
However, Yan Weiwei seemed to have eyes on her back. As soon as the flying knife was about to come, she turned around and reached out to grab it!
"Brush!" "Swoosh!"
Everyone couldn't see clearly what was going on. Yan Weiwei turned around and went back and forth, and with a faster "swish!", he quickly passed by the Tang Sect master.
"Swish!" The flying knife flew out of the field and plunged directly into a practice wooden stake not far away, almost half of the blade body.
Now it's the turn of the Tang Sect master to swallow his saliva. You must know that this is a blade that has no edge. If it hits him...
Yan Feng saw this scene and was completely muggy.
This...what the hell is going on?
If it weren't for the eyesight, he would have even wondered if this was a "artistic exchange" that had been carefully designed long ago!
But when did Yan Weiwei hide so many killer weapons?
When you meet a master of grappling, you use a grappling, when you encounter a Fifth Ancestor Fist, you punch it, and now you can even throw the hidden weapon back...
Could it be that the legendary "returning the power to the other person with his way"?
Old man, I always thought it was a novel...
Looking at the figure who lifted the heavy lifting and the light lifting in the venue, gradually getting rid of the common sense of martial arts in nine years of compulsory education.
Inexplicably, what Yan Weiwei mentioned twice in her mind sounded again...
Chapter completed!