Three hundred and thirty-one town three mountains twenty-four
In a rage, Ye Chenliang, who used all his moves to attack without leaving any way out, actually forced the King of Xiaoyao Mountain to take several steps back. Wu Erlang seemed a little unfamiliar with this method of exchanging lives for injuries.
, is this still the third leader of the flower-picking thief who was most life-saving and lazy when he was on Xiaoyao Mountain?
However, a bloody bravery cannot always be the winner. If he relies on his superb body skills to move around and constantly harass him, Wu Erlang may not be able to defeat him. But since he is determined to compete with the martial arts realm,
The King of Xiaoyaoshan, who was ready to fight at close quarters, was simply seeking death.
Ye Chenliang showed sweat on his forehead as he successively presented more than ten vicious moves. As one of the heads of Xiaoyaoshan family, he would not be forced to practice when the rooster crows three times. However, this flower-picking expert
I have never been too interested in climbing up the martial arts. Fortunately, I am really talented. Otherwise, if I have neglected the martial arts for so long, how can I make further progress when I pick it up again? I changed to a martial arts practitioner with mediocre qualifications.
People, even in their current state, may not be able to maintain their current state, and will be washed away by the flow of time until not a single drop remains.
Ye Chenliang had not been on the fourth floor of the martial arts for a long time, just about a year ago. It was not that he had not thought about climbing up to the fourth floor and occupying the top of Xiaoyao Mountain, so that he would no longer have to suffer from the cowardly attitude of relying on others. It was just that he had been looked down upon by his master.
Ye Chenliang, who has a rare talent in a century, failed to shake the tough barrier between the fourth and fifth floors several times in a row, so he stopped trying to break through and climbed the stairs, and instead continued to consolidate the current level of the fourth floor.
No matter how concerned he was, Wu Erlang regarded him as a lazy fellow on Xiaoyao Mountain, but in fact he was not wronged.
Some things are so easy to obtain that people don't cherish them.
Just like Ye Chenliang's talent in martial arts, he was already at the top when he was practicing martial arts, but in just over two years, he climbed from a martial arts layman to a three-story building. No matter which famous sect he was in, it would be jaw-dropping, then he would be regarded as a master.
The old martial arts master who was a closed disciple had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. He was happy that this rare talent prevented him from having no successors, but he was worried that the character of this closed disciple seemed to be really naughty.
Fighting ends with martial arts. The so-called martial virtues include respecting teachers and respecting morality, filial piety and justice. If a warrior has no virtue but is highly skilled, the disaster will definitely be serious.
As a result, the old martial arts master who was quite proud of Ye Chenliang's climb up the stairs too quickly did not teach him any more martial arts, but instead tried to straighten the mind of this retreating disciple. He was a master in guiding Ye Chenliang's martial arts.
The old martial artist obviously has limited means to correct his character. In addition, the former was already in his prime when he became a disciple and his state of mind was much more stable than that of a young man. In addition, the old martial artist was a little too hasty in correcting his character. It was unclear who was against whom.
After getting entangled in a mess of mistakes, it was Ye Chen who cut through the mess with a cool knife, betrayed his master and wandered around the world to this day.
If Ye Chenliang had never betrayed his master and practiced martial arts diligently until now, it would be reasonable to think that his martial arts level was even worse than that of the King of Xiaoyao Mountain.
There is no regret medicine in this world.
The so-called four-story realm does not require breathing. In fact, it is a huge fallacy in the eyes of outsiders. It is nothing more than that after the martial arts energy is generated in the body, the body is more consistent with the world, so that when breathing, it will not be as bad as the first three floors of martial arts.
It is very easy to reveal huge flaws.
But it's not without flaws.
Especially in the eyes of Takejiro, a warrior who has an indescribable sense of timing.
Ye Chenliang already felt that after seven or eight moves with such rapid and violent attacks, he felt that his tone was a bit unsustainable. Originally, he would never be like this at the fourth level, but in recent years, most of his body was hollowed out due to his wild behavior.
Even if it becomes
After breaking through the realm and ascending the stairs to reach the fourth-floor realm, his foundation is inevitably much worse than that of a martial artist in the same realm.
He held on and fired several moves in succession, but still failed to hurt even a hair on that damn bald donkey. Ye Chenliang finally reached the point where he had to take a breath. The iron fan that was originally used as a short stick for acupuncture suddenly opened, making him think that
Flying needles were fired from the fan, and the damn bald donkey had a chance to breathe while he dodged and blocked.
After being angered by Wu Erlang's words, Ye Chenliang had mostly calmed down. He knew that the top priority now was not to get rid of Wu Erlang quickly, but to get away as soon as possible and get a new lease of life.
The Manzhai witch was a well-hidden secret wound in Ye Chenliang's heart. He thought it had been healed long ago and no trace of it could be found. How could he know that when he suddenly mentioned it today, he still felt pain dripping with blood.
After the iron fan opened, Takejiro unexpectedly lowered his waist to dodge. Although the rhinoceros skin armor in the linen clothes could block the flying needle, the skin on the arms, neck, face, etc. that was not protected by the tough rhinoceros skin could never touch it.
Simmering Poison Flying Needle, this was information that took many lives of minions to figure out. The King of Xiaoyao Mountain who did not want to overturn the ship was naturally very careful.
For Wu Erlang, it only took one or two moments for him to lower his waist and then stand up. It didn't last long, but it was enough to make Ye Chen cool off and breathe new life into him.
"The viciousness of your embroidery needle, this perverted thief, caused many of the Sa family's confidants to die because of it. The poison simmering on it is so strange and powerful." Wu Erlang saw Ye Chenliang was still gasping for breath, and smiled playfully,
"There are only more than twenty flying needles. I guess that's all you have hidden in this fan? If the Sa family really guesses it, be careful and you won't have long to live."
The uncharacteristically talkative King of Xiaoyaoshan made Ye Chenliang a little suspicious and wary, but he couldn't guess what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd. However, he never allowed others to take advantage of his words, so he immediately retorted: "It's just you.
The needle in Bald Donkey’s crotch is more delicate than my flying needle, and it’s almost as good as an embroidery needle.”
"You are sharp with your words and sparse with your hands, which is in line with the nature of a lecher like you."
After Wu Erlang finished speaking, he shook his head and laughed a little at himself as to why he had to waste so many words with a dying man. Then he slowly opened a common fist fight that everyone in the world knew and said no more.
Ye Chenliang's expression was solemn, and he was about to put on a defensive response to this fist fight.
The two of them were more than two feet apart.
Wu Erlang took one step forward and punched out.
Caught off guard, Ye Chenliang could only block the punch with his iron fan, watching helplessly as the iron fan deformed and bent, and then all the remaining power of the punch was poured into his chest.
Ye Chenliang flew away like a kite with a broken string, smashing a huge hole in the wall of the inn. Before he hit the ground, Wu Erlang's figure appeared in front of him again.
The thin wall of the inn opened a huge hole for Ye Chenliang, who was hit by a knee. Ye Chenliang, who finally fell to the ground, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and then vomited blood as if he was desperate.
If he hadn't blocked the first punch with the iron fan, his internal organs would have been shattered.
Even so, his current situation is quite uncomfortable. Not only was the iron fan passed down by his sect was destroyed, but he also suffered a half-punch and a knee. The injuries in his body were appalling, all thanks to the relatively strong physical foundation he had built back then.
To hold on to this breath machine is to think that the foundation of martial arts has been damaged. Even if the injury can be recovered in the future, there will probably be no future at all.
Is this the strength of that bald donkey? Maybe
Just as he said, he could be killed with three punches and two kicks, no need to spend a lot of time...
As he thought about it, he vomited out another mouthful of blood and cursed with a wry smile.
Wu Erlang was condescending, his eyes slightly pitiful.
"To die like this, I always feel a little useless..." This man, who had lost all his usual grace and grace, sat slumped and murmured to himself.
If he had simply run away just now, he would have been beaten into such a dead dog state. He had to move the dead tree to move it to a living place. Even if he moved to another mountain and continued to live under someone else's fence, it would be better than losing his life and everything would be over.
The uncharacteristically talkative King of Xiaoyaoshan made Ye Chenliang a little suspicious and wary, but he couldn't guess what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd. However, he never allowed others to take advantage of his words, so he immediately retorted: "It's just you.
The needle in Bald Donkey’s crotch is more delicate than my flying needle, and it’s almost as good as an embroidery needle.”
"You are sharp with your words and sparse with your hands, which is in line with the nature of a lecher like you."
After Wu Erlang finished speaking, he shook his head and laughed a little at himself as to why he had to waste so many words with a dying man. Then he slowly opened a common fist fight that everyone in the world knew and said no more.
Ye Chenliang's expression was solemn, and he was about to put on a defensive response to this fist fight.
The two of them were more than two feet apart.
Wu Erlang took one step forward and punched out.
Caught off guard, Ye Chenliang could only block the punch with his iron fan, watching helplessly as the iron fan deformed and bent, and then all the remaining power of the punch was poured into his chest.
Ye Chenliang flew away like a kite with a broken string, smashing a huge hole in the wall of the inn. Before he hit the ground, Wu Erlang's figure appeared in front of him again.
The thin wall of the inn opened a huge hole for Ye Chenliang, who was hit by a knee. Ye Chenliang, who finally fell to the ground, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and then vomited blood as if he was desperate.
If he hadn't blocked the first punch with the iron fan, his internal organs would have been shattered.
Even so, his current situation is quite uncomfortable. Not only was the iron fan passed down by his sect was destroyed, but he also suffered a half-punch and a knee. The injuries in his body were appalling, all thanks to the relatively strong physical foundation he had built back then.
To hold on to this breath machine is to think that the foundation of martial arts has been damaged. Even if the injury can be recovered in the future, there will probably be no future at all.
Is this the strength of that bald donkey? Maybe it’s just as he said, he can kill himself with three punches and two kicks without any trouble...
As he thought about it, he vomited out another mouthful of blood and cursed with a wry smile.
Wu Erlang was condescending, his eyes slightly pitiful.
"To die like this, I always feel a little useless..." This man, who had lost all his usual grace and grace, sat slumped and murmured to himself.
If he had simply run away just now, he would have been beaten into such a dead dog state. He had to move the dead tree to move it to a living place. Even if he moved to another mountain and continued to live under someone else's fence, it would be better than losing his life and everything would be over.