This time he slept for an extra long time, and when he woke up, he felt as if he had lived in another world. He could not help but fall into the three questions of life, such as who am I, where am I, and what do I want to do?
But Ning Yan still remembers what he did before he fell into coma.
With the qualifications of the seventh grade, and the passionate confrontation with the Grand Master offline, he would rather be regarded as the number one person in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
It was too late to regret it now. Fortunately, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was not in a small dark room full of strange props or a water prison in Wude, but in a high bed and soft pillows. So he simply followed the trend.
, it was so shameless that I had to stay in the princess's mansion to observe the situation, and even distorted the pulse to delay the recovery time.
Bi Yuewu on the side had a tacit understanding and did not expose him. At this time, he was still immersed in the storybook. Without raising his head, he popped out a pill with his finger: "Only Bigu Pill, white peach flavor, my favorite." p>
The pill was accurately poured into Ning Yan's throat. He smacked his lips. He swallowed the Bigu Pill but felt a little unsatisfied, "There is blood... meat, eating this thing alone is really not enough."
"If you like it, don't eat it."
Bi Yuewu lazily changed his position on the recliner, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He put down the pamphlet alertly, rubbed his chin and said in a deep voice: "Hey, my martial arts cultivation is progressing very fast, and I am extremely thirsty for flesh and blood nourishment...
Isn’t your kid practicing the Blood-Burning Demonic Bone Way?"
"That's nonsense. I would rather someone who is so upright and upright would learn such heretical ways!"
"That's hard to say, come here and let me check."
Ning Yan only thought Bi Yuewu was joking, but he suddenly stood up and rushed towards him without any warning. His figure was so ghostly that he was as startled as a swimming dragon!
"Hey, wait, wait, I just woke up..."
Ning Yan hurriedly retreated, but his eyes could not keep up with the opponent's movement. All he saw was a blur. Before the person arrived, the wind and waves had torn the layers of curtains into pieces.
Too fast!
Bi Yuewu's movements were so fast that he barely had time to react, and in a hurry, his body froze in place.
[Too slow, too slow, too slow! You looked at the opponent's slow movements that were almost still, and a sneer twitched at the corner of your mouth. With such inferior martial arts, what if you just stay still and let him hit you?
Shaking a big tree is ridiculous!】
Ning Yan's round pupils were full of shock. He was already tired of dealing with this dangerous situation, and when the system disturbed him, he couldn't even move, and his eyes suddenly went dark.
What the hell are you...bragging? Don't take me with you, brother!
[It just so happens that you have a new secret technique, so you can take some action and teach him the difference between cloud and mud! It’s just twenty-eight places, a native chicken and a dog!]
Just when Ning Yan thought the dog's condition was getting worse, the next moment, a strange light shone deep in his eyes.
[As expected of me! Born as the first among men, I can easily reach the sky...]
Along with the incomprehensible lines of Pu Xin, countless unfamiliar skills and tips emerged crazily, and the obscure words in his mind became clearer and clearer, like an enlightenment. At the same time, Ning Yan's hands danced like ghosts, without a teacher.
Generally connect several tricks!
He didn't even know the name of this technique or its function. He just did it purely following a sudden idea.
It's like instinct.
In the flash of lightning, Bi Yuewu was about to grab Ning Yan's throat with one claw. Suddenly, he was surprised to find that the person in front of him had a double image.
He no longer relies solely on the naked eye to see things. Even the smallest mayflies in the world cannot escape under the heavy locks of his spiritual thoughts. How can he still be unable to catch such a big living person?
What kind of method can actually affect one's own perception?
Bi Yuewu's starry eyes hidden behind the mask burst out with shimmering divine light. He stepped on the stars, and the universe changed positions. The vague and vague feeling of nausea that filled the air instantly dissipated without a trace.
The gap between the realms of the two sides was so great that Ning Yan's magical powers were completely destroyed in just one breath!
Bi Yuewu's horse sank, and his arms locked Ning Yan's head. He turned over and sat astride the bed carelessly: "The noise caused this time is not small. I heard that even Sikong, who was almost on the verge of becoming a god,
I have been defeated by you, so I am becoming more and more curious about you."
Ning Yan couldn't dodge and was caught. He tried to break free a few times but had no effect. He said angrily: "Wu Sheng teaches evil and evil spirits and everyone can punish them. Is it illegal to eliminate violence and promote justice? It's you, at the critical moment."
He disappeared, and when everything was over, he came back to bully me, a weak scholar. I will go to the Si Tianjian to complain!"
"Weak scholar?" Bi Yuewu almost wanted to laugh. Recalling the tricks the other party used just now, his tone suddenly turned cold: "Golden Bridge Technique, Six Seals of the First Judgment, Turning the Green Ox... There are at least five of the tricks you performed.
Six are the secrets of the Longmen Sect that are not taught, please explain?"
"What the hell...I don't know what you are talking about."
"Pretending to be stupid, right?"
The arms around his neck slowly tightened, and Ning Yan's face immediately turned red. He patted the opponent's forearm continuously to show surrender: "No, don't you know all the so-called secrets that are not told? Is there a problem with this?" "It's one thing to recognize it, and it's another thing to know it. Anyone with a discerning eye can see these iconic tricks, but without the corresponding luck method, it's impossible to use magical powers..."
As Bi Yuewu was talking, his words suddenly stopped.
Yes, magical power.
Ning Yan has not yet advanced to the third level of middle school, how can he use magical powers...
While Bi Yuewu was in a daze, Ning Yan's eyes suddenly changed. He turned into Zi Zi Tian and launched boldly, blasting out with a palm, directly taking the enemy's Golden Tower!
As long as you are hit by his cleverness and robbery, even a half-step master will not get any benefit. Anyway, the Five Dou Xingjun has already scolded you, so you don't have to worry about the debt, so it doesn't matter if you offend another twenty-eight stars.
However, Ning Yan underestimated the heavenly and human senses of such top experts. Even though he didn't know the origin of this ordinary palm, Bi Yuewu subconsciously turned sideways and tried to protect his vital parts.
Bang!
After a palm strike, both of them froze on the spot.
Bi Yuewu's brain was almost short-circuited. He looked at the palm pressing on his heart and said blankly: "What are you doing."
Ning Yan was also stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and stammered: "My, um... my hand slipped."
"Let go."
"Oh...oh! Okay."
The tense atmosphere just a second ago was suddenly pushed in a strange direction. Both of them were so silent that they let go of each other and sat side by side, silent for a long time.
Ning Yan clenched his fists unconsciously, his scalp numb with embarrassment. He turned his head and was about to say something, but he saw Bi Yuewu also happened to be looking at him. The two of them stared at each other, swallowing the words as they reached their throats.<
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This atmosphere is so gay!!
No, I still have to say something...
Ning Yan forced a smile, held it in for a long time, and finally commented dryly: "Your chest muscles have been trained well."
Bi Yuewu thought for a while, then reached out and rubbed Ning Yan's chest.
"You too."
After that, he stood up and walked out as if nothing had happened.
Ning Yan came to his senses and asked quickly: "Shopkeeper Wu, that... Is Sikong Jian dead?"
Bi Yuewu turned around and said with a smile: "Are you very concerned about his life and death? Are you in love with each other and killing each other?"
"Nonsense, what if he seeks revenge from me later? I can't stand it if he does it again."
"In the end, it was Da Kuixing who captured him. You have to find him for this answer."
Ning Yan wanted to ask a few more questions, but suddenly smelled the vague smell of blood, and frowned: "Are you... injured?"
Bi Yuewu said indifferently: "I had a fight with someone two days ago."
"Then where are you going?"
"Relieve yourself."
"Together, it just so happens that I don't know the way."
"..."
"Ah? So you are also the type who can't pee when someone is standing next to you?"
"Get lost."
After Bi Yuewu left, Ning Yan lay back on the bed, pondered for a while, stretched out his palm towards the ceiling, and turned it over and over to look at it.
"It's weird that a grown man uses white peach-flavored incense."
He shook his head and was about to take a nap when he turned around and suddenly found several girls with white hair and red eyes on the bed, which almost scared him out of his mind.
"If you want to come out, why don't you make a sound!"
Yan Yan had completely forgotten what she wanted to say. Her little face was full of shock and a desperate expression with dirty eyes: "Ning Yan, what kind of perverted things are you playing with again?"