At this time, Yan Bing was flipping between the roof beams and the treetops as fast as she could, with sweat dripping from her body dripping next to each of her footprints.
But this sweat is not because of fatigue, but because of inner anxiety...
Since the last time the two broke up on bad terms, Yan Bing has been busy building the underground secret room and has never found time to find Caiyi. If that time was the last farewell between the two, then...
...!!
Thinking of this, Yan Bing became even more irritated. She doubled the breath of the sea of qi towards her feet, and her whole body fell forward. When the angle between her body and the ground reached an astonishing angle, and her face was about to hit the ground, she urged her to move.
Use the powerful explosive power of your legs to kick back with all your strength!!
There was a loud "boom", and pedestrians on the street were attracted by the loud noise. When they looked up, they only saw a pile of tiles flying in the air.
As for Bing herself, she was already flying forward at an astonishing speed like a cannonball flying close to the ground. The speed was so fast that ordinary people's dynamic vision could not catch her figure.
After flying a distance of about a hundred feet, he felt that his speed was gradually decreasing, and his body was getting closer and closer to the ground. Yan Bing bent his legs, accumulated strength, and kicked hard again... "Boom!" There was another loud noise,
Yan Bing turned into a meteor and flew close to the ground again...
Over and over again, in just a few breaths, I actually saw a speeding figure in front of me!
It’s Big Brother!
Yan Bing actually caught up with Feng Chen who had already set off for a while in a very short period of time.
Although her current posture has increased her speed several times, it also has a disadvantage, that is, she cannot stop when she wants... she must wait for the speed to drop and gravity to pull her back to the ground again.
Only then can you use your feet to stop your body shape.
Seeing that he was about to hit Feng Chen's back, Yan Bing hurriedly shouted: "Elder brother! Get out of the way!!!"
Feng Chen was startled by this shout, and instinctively kicked the ground, rising a foot higher. Before he could turn around, he saw a black shadow under his feet clinging to the soles of his shoes, flashing past...
"F*ck! What the hell!!???" The senior brother was startled by the sudden scene and shouted instinctively.
Li Bing waited until his speed dropped slightly again, curled up his body, turned half of his somersault, turned his heels to the beam in front, adjusted his Qi sea, pressed down on his Dantian, and slammed his heels on the ground... and listened to a series of "
"Crash", "bang", "snap", "whoosh...".
By the time Yan Bing stopped, the tiles on the beam had been basically wiped away by the "brake" she had just applied... directly exposing the beam underneath... giving a living impression to someone else's house.
A "skylight" about two feet long was opened.
Yan Bing hurriedly turned around and looked down, fearing that the people in the house would be injured by the tiles he kicked down, but he only saw a young man with a dull expression sitting at the dining table, raising his head and looking blankly at the roof of his house.
He looked at Yan Bing blankly, and finally, the chopsticks in his hand fell directly to the ground...
"You thief!! You are so courageous!!! You dare to steal tiles in broad daylight!!! I just laid new tiles!!! Just wait..."
Although Yan Bing, who had a guilty conscience, withdrew his figure as quickly as possible, the shouts and curses from below were still coming from inside the house. In order not to make the matter worse, Yan Bing hurriedly took out a one hundred tael of silver from his arms.
The tickets were folded into a triangle and thrown down.
But I heard another shouting and yelling coming from the room: "You thief!!! How dare you throw a hidden weapon to kill me!!! I will definitely...!!...Huh?..., I'll go!! One hundred
two!??………………."
When Yan Bing heard that, it was quiet down there, so he jumped up and jumped in front of his senior brother. Before his feet even touched the ground, he heard the man shouting from behind: "Young hero!! Come here often when you have time~
~~~~.”
Is this so realistic...? Yan Bing was distracted by the sudden shouting. He landed unsteadily and almost sprained his foot.
Feng Chen quickly grabbed her arm, held her steady, and then asked excitedly: "How did you achieve that speed just now!?? Teach me, brother!??"
"Look back! I will teach you later. Let's not talk about this for now. There is not much distance ahead. Let's hurry up..." Yan Bing still looked anxious at this moment. After speaking, he pushed away the senior brother's hand and walked towards the tailor again.
He jumped up in the direction of the store, followed closely by Fengchen.
When the two of them could see the roof of the tailor shop, they happened to see the scene happening in front of the tailor shop...
At the door of the tailor shop, a group of people dressed as servants formed a circle and kicked the girl lying on the ground. Her thin colorful clothes were like willow branches swaying in the wind. She couldn't stand up after being kicked, but she didn't.
He cried out for mercy, but the servants kicked him violently, cursed him with all kinds of obscenities, and kept shouting: "Say it, don't tell it!!! Say it, don't tell it!!!".
"stop!!!!!!"
Yan Bing was instantly furious when he saw this scene!!
He leaned forward again and kicked the ground at the maximum angle of force. His body was like a cannonball hitting the group of servants. The moment before landing, he turned over and kicked, and a servant flew out instantly, directly in front of the onlookers.
A large number of people were knocked down among the crowd, and the crowd immediately let out various screams, while several other servants were frightened by this sudden scene and stood still on the spot.
But how could the raging anger in Yan Bing's heart subside? In an instant, he came to a servant, raised his right hand, and suddenly exerted force. With just one punch, the servant vomited blood and flew backwards, hitting him directly.
Climb up the wall behind you and then fall to the side.
Immediately afterwards,
The third one!
The fourth one!
The fifth one!
The sixth one!
In an instant, all the domestic slaves were lying on the ground, completely silent.
Yan Bing didn't know whether she had beaten them to death... but with the last trace of reason, she did withdraw some of her strength, but what consequences would the remaining few points have on this group of people? At this moment
Yan Bing won't worry at all!
Dead! It means you are destined to die!!!
Yan Bing was furious, with a fierce look in her eyes, and looked around to make sure that all the domestic slaves had been "executed" by her. Then she took a deep breath and hurried forward to check Cai Yi's injuries.
Yan Bing helped Cai Yi up on the ground and asked eagerly: "Sister Cai Yi, how are you?! Do you feel dizzy or unable to move..." As he spoke, tears began to flow unsatisfactorily.
Falling down with a snap.
Why do my eye sockets become shallower and shallower after I become a girl... Yan Bing wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve, muttering in his heart...
Caiyi straightened up and moved the joints on her body. After making sure that nothing was serious, she looked at Yan Bing's anxious tearful face with a smile, but the first thing she said was: "I thought you were angry with your sister..."
I will never visit my sister again..." After saying that, the smile on Cai Yi's face became even thicker, as if at this moment, compared to being able to see her good sister again, a beating was nothing.
Something like that….
Yan Bing was speechless by this question and burst into tears. He hugged Caiyi and said, "Sister Caiyi, you are my best friend. I am not angry with you at all. It's me."
No, I should have come a long time ago, don’t be angry with me..."
The two hugged each other for a moment, and then they heard someone behind them yelling in broken Chinese: "Who are you!? How dare you hit Duke Howie's servant!!??"
Yan Bing let go of Cai Yi and turned to look at the voice. The first thing that caught his eye was something familiar and familiar... "suit"...!? No... Yan Bing looked carefully again.
Look, it’s a tuxedo….
Two white men dressed as "gentlemen" were standing about a foot away, staring at her with frightened and angry eyes.
Yan Bing instantly understood that the reason why these servants started to wear colorful clothes must have been instructed by these two people!
Yan Bing stood up slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at them with murderous intent and said, "Did you instruct them to do this!?"
"So what!?" One of the white men replied unhurriedly in his broken Chinese.
But in the next moment, he suddenly found that the little girl's figure flashed before his eyes. When he looked again, he found that she was already standing in front of him, and her little fist was already expanding in front of his pupils...
With a "pop!" sound, Yan Bing punched the man and knocked him two feet away. He rolled on the ground more than a dozen times before hitting the steps and stopping.
Lying on the ground, motionless and silent...
Then Yan Bing slowly raised his head and looked at another white man wearing a big-brimmed hat and a small round lens on his eye, and said slowly and coldly: "Why? Tell me clearly... you only have one chance...
….”
Looking at the white man again, he looked at the one lying on the ground behind him, swallowed, and took out a few pieces of manuscript paper from his arms. Yan Bing could tell at a glance that they were for Caiyi, Jenny Spinning Yarn.
Drawings of looms and pedal looms.
I saw this white man, holding up the blueprint, and said hesitantly in broken Chinese: "We must find out through what channel she stole this thing from our Saxons. Although, I am not very proficient in machinery.
, However, the structure above is definitely not something you can design. I originally asked with gentlemanly etiquette, and even took out your banknotes,"
As he spoke, the white man raised his finger and pointed at the colorful clothes on the ground, and continued: "But this woman refused to tell us no matter what, so I had to ask the servant to teach her a lesson and make her tell the truth..."
"
When Yan Bing heard this, he felt a strong desire to immediately go forward and smash his hypocritical face.
But she still suppressed her anger with reason. Before taking action, she had to understand one thing first.
Thinking of this, she asked coldly: "What year is it in the Gregorian calendar for you now!?"
"You, you actually know our chronological system!? You, did you come back from studying with us!? Did you draw this manuscript!?" The white man asked a series of questions with a surprised look on his face.
But at this moment, Yan Bing didn't have the patience to answer his nonsense. He just said three words one by one: "How many! How many! Years!"
The white man shrank back in fright, and then hesitantly said: "This year is..., 1637 AD..."
After Yan Bing heard what he said, he became even angrier instantly!!
This jenny loom was invented by the Saxons!
But at least it only started to be popularized in Saxon in the late eighteenth century!
It’s still more than a hundred years ago!!
Are you coming to talk to me about copyright now!!!??
Isn’t this what the hell!! Nonsense!!??
The white man clearly felt the anger of the little girl in front of him. He threw away the manuscript paper in his hand in a panic and took out a stick with a wooden handle from his arms...
Yan Bing recognized this thing at a glance!
Flint musket!!!
Feng Chen, who was watching his junior sister show off his skills on the roof, looked proud when he suddenly saw this scene. He didn't know what the other party was. He only vaguely sensed that it must be some kind of hidden weapon. He just wanted to fly down to protect his junior sister, but...
Lu Liang was rushed over and held him down.
"Are you crazy!? Why are you stopping me!?" Feng Chen turned around and saw Lu Liang and shouted loudly.
But Lu Liang didn't reply and just shouted: "Junior sister! Take the sword!!" while throwing the Qingxuan in his hand in the direction of Yan Bing.
Yan Bing suddenly turned around and saw Qing Xuan speeding towards him. He caught it, pressed the sheath spring, pulled out the sword with a clang, and used his energy to control the sword. He secretly smiled in his heart, just in time! Take this opportunity! Try it out and practice.
Qi is more powerful! The power of technology is stronger!
