I'm used to seeing sword cultivators sparring and martial artists fighting, especially Bai Lianshuang's punches. Opportunities are rare.

Exchange punches and kicks.

Wearing a green shirt, he slipped out backwards, gently pressed his elbows against the wall behind him, and walked forward slowly.

Auntie Bai actually received a kick from that kid? Even though it wasn't serious, Bai Lianshuang gave Bai Lianshuang enough strength to easily dissipate the remaining strength, but there was a huge difference between a kick and a miss.

What is particularly interesting and chewy is not that Chen Ping'an's attack was so fast that he could reach the peak of the Far Traveling Realm martial artist, but that he completely guessed Bai Lianshuang's whereabouts and punching route.

The old man smiled and said: "Good boy, I really can't be polite to you, Auntie Bai."

Chen Pingan's steps were slow, but he did not go straight forward. He deviated slightly from the straight line and said with a smile: "It's just that Aunt Bai was careless."

For the first time, Bai Lianshuang had a fighting spirit. Before that, the corridor test and Fang Cai's punch had finally led her to simply regard Chen Ping'an as her future uncle. How could she really punch with all her heart.

He is worthy of being a martial arts junior who has experienced three punches from martial arts masters of the ten realms.

The old woman took a step forward, a very small step, and fisted with both hands. She was also small but had a big air and a big fist. She asked with a smile: "Chen Pingan, do you dare to take the initiative to get close and punch?"

Chen Pingan walked six steps with his feet, and with the last step, he stepped on the ground with a bang, and his fist energy poured out like a waterfall.

The old woman twisted around, slapped Chen Pingan's fist away with one hand, and pushed Chen Pingan on the forehead with one palm. It seemed to be an understatement, but in fact, the sound was as dull as a sledgehammer wrapped in cotton, hitting a bell hard.

Even Nalan Yexing felt that this slap was really not merciful.

Chen Ping'an was slapped and flew away, but instead of being cut off, the fist's intention became more concentrated and thick, flowing silently throughout his body like deep water.

He floated around in the air, landed on the ground with one foot and slid out a few feet without any stagnation. When both feet touched the ground, he took several very small steps, his shoulders moved slightly, and he wore a green shirt.

The remaining fist force of the old woman's palm was invisibly removed. At the same time, Chen Ping'an put the god in his hand into a drum-beating boxing stance, imitating Aunt Bai's fist intention, and moved his hands slightly closer, trying to

Try to be in a situation where you can take in as much punch as possible and release as much as possible.

The old woman couldn't help laughing and said: "Mr. Chen, you are secretly learning boxing right now. Do you really think you don't take me, a ninth-level martial artist who has fallen into the realm, seriously?"

Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, "I'm used to it."

Chen Ping'an is about to stretch his boxing frame again and restore the divine drumming style to its original state.

The old woman took advantage of this fleeting gap to arrive suddenly, punching her belly with one punch and moving in a straight line with a powerful momentum like a rainbow.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ping'an, who was just sitting back and waiting, exchanged punches for punches. He received a strong blow to the face, but he also hit the old woman's forehead with a real punch.

The old woman's feet sank and her figure froze, but there were some bruises on her forehead.

Chen Ping'an was still leaning against the wall, squatting slightly with his knees, opening and closing his fists, like a dragon vibrating his back, shaking the old woman's fist away again.

As for the blood stains slowly seeping out on his face.

It's not that Chen Ping'an is pretending not to care, he really doesn't care at all, but feels a bit familiar and reassured.

So Chen Pingan said: "Aunt Bai should still use the figure of the Ninth Realm to hand out the fist of the peak of the Far Traveling Realm?"

Nalan was walking in the pavilion at night, holding back his laughter.

The old woman also smiled a little, not at all angry, and asked curiously: "Chen Ping'an, tell me the truth, in addition to the nine realms of three punches of the ten realms of martial arts, how many masters have you beaten?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "I was punched by two ten-level warriors. The least time I had was a few months. During this time, I was punched by the opponent and I was punched. It never stopped. Almost every time, I was dying.

The end result is to be dragged to a pot for brewing medicine."

Nalan Ye Xing couldn't laugh or cry.

The old woman shook her head and closed her fist, "Then there is no need for me to punch, so as not to make others laugh. You can't prepare a medicine jar in the middle of the night just because of the competition."

Although she was once a martial artist in the ten realms, she has stopped at the peak of her energy. This has nothing to do with her aptitude or how much training she has had. It is because she was born in the Great Wall of Sword Qi by mistake. She will be defeated by her innate talent, and she is lucky enough to break through and reach the ten realms.

, is already a huge surprise. If the sword cultivators in the world are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, then she has also heard a saint laugh and say that the pure martial arts in the world are pure gold.

Silver, every ten-level mountain warrior has a foundation as stable as a mountain.

Therefore, Bai Lianshuang has no big regrets in this life. The only shortcoming is that he has not been able to compete with ten-level warriors.

In fact, after Chen Ping'an said those words, he regretted it and immediately nodded: "That's enough. Aunt Bai's fists and fists have already benefited this junior a lot. It is a brand new picture of martial arts that this junior has never experienced before."

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Nalan Yexing nodded slightly.

He is a discerning man and a good talker.

The old woman smiled broadly.

Chen Pingan suddenly turned sideways.

The old woman turned around and cursed angrily: "Is there any old immortal thing that can sneak up on you like you?"

Nalan Yexing just looked at Chen Pingan and said with a smile: "This is the speed of the flying sword that all the Jade Pu Realm sword cultivators here have. It is normal to be unable to dodge, but as long as you have such an idea of ​​​​dodge, it is already quite

good."

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and saluted.

From beginning to end, Chen Ping'an never saw the flying sword at all.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Mr. Chen, please rest early."

The old man disappeared out of thin air from the pavilion.

The old woman also wanted to say goodbye and leave.

But Chen Ping'an smiled and asked to stay, "Can you talk to Aunt Bai more?"

With a smile on her face, the old woman rushed into the pavilion with Chen Pingan. Chen Pingan had already wiped off the blood with the back of his hand and asked softly: "Aunt Bai, can I have some wine?"

The old woman smiled and said: "What's wrong with this? Just drink. If the lady complains, I will help you speak."

Chen Ping'an took out a pot of glutinous rice wine, drank a few sips, put down the pot, and talked to the old woman about the pure martial arts in the world, and of course what he had seen in the world of Ouhua Paradise.

Occasionally, he would stand up, put down his wine bottle, and make some secretly learned boxing and punching gestures for the old woman.

The old woman was mostly listening to what the energetic young man was saying. She smiled lightly, nodded lightly, and didn't say much.

The young man has a calm temperament, but he is also full of energy.

Nalan Yexing stood in the distant night, looking at the scene at the pavilion on the top of the mountain, and said with a smile: "The young lady's vision is as good as the madam's back then."

Ning Yao, who was standing aside, had a sullen expression on his face, but he couldn't hide his excitement and said, "Maybe it will be better!"

The farewell to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, unless it is life or death, will not be too far away.

During the day yesterday, the owners of the row of heads on the wall left the Ning family and went home.

Yan Zhuo swaggered back to his splendid mansion, hooked up with the elderly concierge, and chatted for a long time before going to a secret room with many mechanisms in the Mo family, giving up his life flying sword, and matching the combat power of the three deities.

Yu Jindan Jianxiu had a fight with the puppet, and to be precise, he received a severe beating. Then he went to feast on the rare medicinal diet carefully prepared by farmers and doctors, and ate large bowls of immortal food.

Money, fortunately, the Yan family has never been short of money.

After Yan Zhuo had eaten and drank enough, he pinched his chin and felt a little sad. A Liang once said that he was good at everything. He was so rich at a young age. The key was that he had a good temper and a pleasant appearance, so if he could

A little thinner, he is even more handsome. The word "handsome" is simply a word tailor-made for Yan Zhuo. Yan Zhuo was almost moved to tears at that time. He felt that A Liang was the most conscientious and knowledgeable person in the world.

Ah Liang was weighing the heavy wallet he had just received with a bright smile.

For the first time, Yan Zhuo followed Ning Yao and the others out of the city to fight among the corpses. He found that even though those beasts in the wild world were not as good as the machine puppets in his own secret room, their methods were even more incredible, which scared him to the core.

, so that time, the two sword masters placed by his family died because of him. When he returned to his home on the north side of the Great Sword Qi Wall, the little fat boy who was so distraught did not need to kill the Demon Queen after hearing that, even on the top of the city.

There is no need to go there, which is both sad and feels like this is the best. But then when A Liang arrived at home, he didn’t know what he talked about with his elders. He, Yan Zhuo, actually had another chance. As a result, when Yan Zhuo boarded the city

His head, his legs began to feel weak again, and his sword heart trembled. He couldn't control the flying sword smoothly, let alone kill the enemy fiercely. Then before leaving the city, A Liang made a special trip to the fat boy and said something to him.

So, when you get to the top of the city, just keep your head down and fight, you won't die. I, Alian, won't help you kill the monster, but I can guarantee that your kid won't die. But if you don't dare to use your sword with all your strength, then you will be honest in the future.

In fact, he is a rich young master in his family, but he, A Liang, will never ask him to borrow money to buy wine again. Borrowing cowardly money to buy wine, no matter how expensive it is, has no taste.

The last time he went out to kill the enemy, Yan Zhuo's performance was impressive. Even the old antiques in the family who looked at him horizontally and vertically and looked down upon him no longer said disgusting words, at least not to his face.

I would say that Yan Zhuo is a pig that was carefully fattened by the Yan family. I don’t know which monster in the wild world is so lucky. It doesn’t take much effort to cut it down, and the pig blood alone can be sold for a lot of money. It’s really a good deal.

That time, when my mother looked at her son on the hospital bed, she cried most righteously.

In the past, every time he made trouble outside and was bullied, even if he was beaten with a black nose and a swollen face, his father would not say anything when he got home, and he didn't even bother to look at his son. He lost his arms early in the battle out of the city.

At most, a man would glance sideways at the woman and sneer. But that time Yan Zhuo left the city, he was a taciturn man who had not been to the city for many years without his hands. He bent down as much as possible and carried her on his back.

The son returned to the city.

At that time, Yan Zhuo returned home and was lying on the hospital bed. A Liang was leaning against the door, looking at Yan Zhuo with a smile, and extended his thumb towards the young man whose face was filled with tears in pain.

Today's eldest young master of the Yan family is not the highest, his flying sword is not the fastest, and he is not the one who kills the most enemies, but he is definitely the most difficult to deal with, because this guy has the most ways to save his life.

The one-armed Diezhang, after parting ways with his friends, returned to a messy alley and bought a small house with the magic money he had saved in the past few years. This was Diezhang's biggest dream in his life, to have a shelter.

It’s a place to stay out of the rain. So now, there’s nothing extravagant about Dieshang.

Diezhang originally thought that she would never realize it in her life, until she met that sloppy man named A Liang.

When she was a child, she loved to help him run errands and buy wine. She would run through the streets and alleys to buy all kinds of drinks. A Liang said that when a person is in a different mood, he has to drink different drinks. Some drinks can help him forget his worries.

, it can help to make unhappy people happy, and it can make happy people even happier. The best wine is the kind of wine that can make people not think about anything. Drinking is just drinking.

Die Zhang was too young at that time, so he couldn't understand these things and didn't care at all. He only cared about whether he could save some money every time he ran errands. Of course, he might also owe a drink debt. After getting to know A Liang,
To be continued...