Yu Buhuan jumped down quickly and looked around curiously. A shadow appeared next to Leng Buding. Yan Buhuan felt his waist tighten and he was trapped by a rope, unable to move.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw Jiao Li's calm and calm look, and suddenly became a little unconvinced: "You are cheating."
Jiao Li shook his hand and took away the rope wrapped around her waist: "Haven't you heard that saying? A war never tires of deceit. You never know when danger will come. If it had been Chang Yin at this moment, you would have died long ago.
."
Yan Buhuan snorted: "If you hadn't cheated, would you have defeated me so easily?"
"Don't believe it? Then try it instead."
"what?"
"You attack me instead."
"Come back?" Yan Buhuan couldn't understand why Jiao Li was so persistent, but Jiao Li threw the rope in his hand to her. Yan Buhuan quickly caught it, and the next moment, Jiao Li jumped towards her like a ghost.
In front of you.
Going back and forth, the atmosphere that had calmed down just now became tense again. Yan Buhuan was filled with fighting spirit inspired by Jiao Li, and the rope in his hand was waving wildly, making it airtight.
Jiao Li released the Fei Yue, and the flames slowly glowed. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited, and it was extremely hot. The luster brought by the Fei Yue filled Yan Buhuan's eyes. Yan Buhuan suddenly dropped the rope in his hand, raised his wrist, and the silver moon
Come out with the wind.
The moment she discarded the rope, Yan Buhuan saw a smile in Jiao Li's eyes, as if he was waiting for her to do this.
"Very good, you know how to adapt." Jiaoli praised while beating.
The two came from the same school, so their martial arts skills are inevitably the same. During the hand-to-hand exchange, Yin Yue and Fei Yue also played their roles at the same time. When they rubbed, one was cold and the other was hot, causing the air around them to warm and then become cold, and the fallen leaves danced in the wind.
, the shadows of the two people appeared and disappeared among the fallen leaves.
…
"Huh..." Yan Buhuan lay tiredly on the fallen leaves, her fair little face flushed, and her forehead covered with sweat. She hadn't worked so hard for a long time, and her whole body felt like it was falling apart.
Jiao Li sat sideways, looking at her rising and falling chest, and couldn't help but smile: "So bad? How long did it take?"
Yan Buhuan waved his hands weakly: "Don't say sarcastic words. It's not easy for me to resist until now."
Jiao Li looked at her with a half-smile but not a smile: "That's right, there is indeed some progress compared to before."
Yan Buhuan suddenly sat up and looked at him steadily: "You are very strange today, why do you want to teach me martial arts?"
Jiao Li felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. He turned away and said, "Didn't I tell you? We are all in the same class. If you lose face, it means I lose face."
"What does embarrassing me have to do with you?" Yan Buhuan was curious.
"Master, do you dare to say this?" Jiao Li looked at her.
Yan Buhuan kept silent, how dare she? It would be weird if he didn't beat him to death.
"As a senior brother, I naturally have to help you, lest you get beaten to a bloody head outside and our Penglai Mountain's face is at stake."
Yan Buhuan twitched the corner of his mouth, snorted and turned away: "Only a ghost would believe it."
"Forget it if you don't believe me. I'm going to mind my own business tonight." Jiao Li stood up and stretched himself.
In fact, he didn't want to believe that he would take the initiative to teach her martial arts.
In the stands tonight, he was in the mood of watching a show. When he saw Chang Yin's aggressive posture, he felt an unknown anger rising.
He didn't know why he was angry. Yu Buhuan jumped down quickly and looked around curiously. A shadow appeared next to Leng Buding. Yan Buhuan felt his waist tighten and he was trapped by a rope, unable to move.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw Jiao Li's calm and calm look, and suddenly became a little unconvinced: "You are cheating."
Jiao Li shook his hand and took away the rope wrapped around her waist: "Haven't you heard that saying? A war is never tiring of deceit. You never know when danger will come. If it had been Chang Yin at this moment, you would have died long ago.
."
Yan Buhuan snorted: "If you hadn't cheated, would you have defeated me so easily?"
"Don't believe it? Then try it instead."
"what?"
"You attack me instead."
"Come back?" Yan Buhuan couldn't understand why Jiao Li was so persistent, but Jiao Li threw the rope in his hand to her. Yan Buhuan quickly caught it, and the next moment, Jiao Li jumped towards her like a ghost.
In front of you.
Going back and forth, the atmosphere that had calmed down just now became tense again. Yan Buhuan was filled with fighting spirit inspired by Jiao Li, and the rope in his hand was waving wildly, making it airtight.
Jiao Li released the Fei Yue, and the flames slowly glowed. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited, and it was extremely hot. The luster brought by the Fei Yue filled Yan Buhuan's eyes. Yan Buhuan suddenly dropped the rope in his hand, raised his wrist, and the silver moon
Come out with the wind.
The moment she discarded the rope, Yan Buhuan saw a smile in Jiao Li's eyes, as if he was waiting for her to do this.
"Very good, you know how to adapt." Jiaoli praised while beating.
The two came from the same school, so their martial arts skills are inevitably the same. During the hand-to-hand exchange, Yin Yue and Fei Yue also played their roles at the same time. When they rubbed, one was cold and the other was hot, causing the air around them to warm and then become cold, and the fallen leaves danced in the wind.
, the shadows of the two people appeared and disappeared among the fallen leaves.
…
"Huh..." Yan Buhuan lay tiredly on the fallen leaves, her fair little face flushed, and her forehead covered with sweat. She hadn't worked so hard for a long time, and her whole body felt like it was falling apart.
Jiao Li sat sideways, looking at her rising and falling chest, and couldn't help but smile: "So bad? How long did it take?"
Yan Buhuan waved his hands weakly: "Don't say sarcastic words. It's not easy for me to resist until now."
Jiao Li looked at her with a half-smile but not a smile: "That's right, there is indeed some progress compared to before."
Yan Buhuan suddenly sat up and looked at him steadily: "You are very strange today, why do you want to teach me martial arts?"
Jiao Li felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. He turned away and said, "Didn't I tell you? We are all in the same class. If you lose face, it means I lose face."
"What does embarrassing me have to do with you?" Yan Buhuan was curious.
"Master, do you dare to say this?" Jiao Li looked at her.
Yan Buhuan kept silent, how dare she? It would be weird if he didn't beat him to death.
"As a senior brother, I naturally have to help you, lest you get beaten to a bloody head outside and our Penglai Mountain's face is at stake."
Yan Buhuan twitched the corner of his mouth, snorted and turned away: "Only a ghost would believe it."
"Forget it if you don't believe me. I'm going to mind my own business tonight." Jiao Li stood up and stretched himself.
In fact, he didn't want to believe that he would take the initiative to teach her martial arts.
In the stands tonight, he was in the mood of watching a show. When he saw Chang Yin's aggressive posture, he felt an unknown anger rising.
