Zong Shichan's face flushed red and his heart was beating wildly, and he almost felt like it was going to jump out of his throat at any moment.
This... who can forget it!!!
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(I fell asleep while writing... I thought since the update is late, I will try to write more...)
Chapter 186 Xue Jing vs. the disciples of Jinfeng Dojo, crushed instantly, flame-linked colorful burning wheel! (4K)
On the rooftop of a building more than twenty stories high.
Xue Jing held Zong Shichan and laid her upright on the ground with her feet on the ground. Then he looked at the steel cables tied to her hands and feet.
He used his right hand as a palm knife, circulating his strength, and with the roar of a dragon, a light golden dragon energy wrapped around his palm and slashed at the little girl.
“clang—”
The steel cables on his hands and feet suddenly broke.
"Are you okay?"
Xue Jing saw that the little girl looked dazed as if her soul had left her body, and asked with concern.
He reached out and touched her head.
From the beginning, this child's eyes seemed to be glued to him, staring at him.
He seemed to be frightened.
After thinking about it, Xue Jing used his mental power slightly and tapped her forehead lightly with his fingers.
This is similar to the materialization of Tsukuyomi Zan's mental power. Using his finger movements as a medium, he can slightly stimulate and shock the consciousness of others, just like a pacemaker.
Provoked by this, Zong Shichan trembled all over and immediately came to his senses. On his young and pretty face, his eyes were shining, as if they would shoot out stars at any time.
“Master!!”
She immediately opened her arms and hugged Xue Jing, calling out in a tender voice.
Xue Jing raised his eyebrows, held her head and pushed her away:
"Things haven't been decided yet. Who is your master?"
Zong Shichan blinked.
Then, as if she hadn't heard anything, she hugged Xue Jing again.
“Master!!”
Xue Jing was amused.
"… He is not even as big as a carrot, but he has a big mind. He is trying to force me to buy you, right?"
"Hehe." Zong Shichan raised her head in his arms and gave him a bright and lovely smile.
Xue Jing reached out, grabbed her collar as if she was a puppy, and lifted her aside.
"Okay, go play somewhere else. We still have some finishing touches to do here."
He looked towards the rooftop of the tall building opposite.
A young man with dark circles under his eyes was standing on the edge of the rooftop, watching the interaction between Xue Jing and Zong Shichan with a grim gaze.
"Who is it?"
The young man named Zhang Renxu narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressing the murderous intent that was boiling in his heart, and observed Xue Jing's appearance.
He didn't know Xue Jing.
Ever since he met Yuyan, he basically has not paid attention to other people or things.
"I've never seen martial arts before... Damn, where did this person come from, and how did he find us?"
Zhang Renxu gritted his teeth and touched the knife wound on his right shoulder.
Just now, it was just a moment.
Colorful fireworks came from the sky like meteors, at an incredibly fast speed.
By the time he reacted, it was too late to dodge. He could only twist his body instinctively to avoid the opponent's attack on his neck, but he failed to protect "Yuyan" and was taken away by the opponent.
Although it was just a face-to-face encounter, Zhang Renxu understood that this was a powerful enemy that he had to be prepared for.
If it were under normal circumstances, he would never fight such a battle without any confidence and would definitely choose to retreat temporarily.
But now, Yuyan is still in the other party's hands... He only has one option left.
Instead of fighting to the death, kill the boy, skin him and take Yuyan back.
He looked at the little girl on the opposite rooftop who was standing obediently in the distance, staring at the boy.
Zhang Renxu felt a pain in his heart.
The little girl's gaze didn't even linger on him for a moment...
"Yuyan must have been bewitched... Damn it!"
The jealousy in his heart turned into fuel, pouring on the already boiling flames of murderous intent.
Xue Jing stepped forward and walked to the edge of the rooftop.
Below is a main road with flashing neon lights and a constant flow of vehicles. At this moment, many passers-by are taking out their mobile phones to take pictures of the beautiful colorful fireworks.
But when they took out their mobile phones, there was no trace of colorful fireworks in the camera lens, so they could only give up shooting in confusion.
Xue Jing looked at the young man with dark circles under his eyes and asked curiously:
"Are you a disciple of the Golden Wind Dojo? A direct disciple?"
When 'Yan Lian Cai' slashed the opponent just now, Xue Jing felt a sense of familiarity.
It was like being hit by a sharp and hard blade. The sharp force was about to injure his palm along the contact surface, but it was easily blocked by his tough skin membrane.
This kind of counter-injury is the physical effect of the Golden Wind and White Rainbow Sword.
The young man with dark circles under his eyes said in a cold tone: "So what?"
He knew he couldn't hide it, and he never even thought about hiding it.
Xue Jing didn't care about his tone, and just said casually:
"Your shabby dojo doesn't teach very good martial arts, but the tradition is very simple. Your disciples are all talented, some of them are gangsters or play with cockroaches... I thought this was excessive enough, but I didn't expect that there was also a copper-refining addict like you."
"Let me make a deal. Just surrender and I'll have them load you with the smallest bullet possible."
The young man with dark circles under his eyes sneered, too lazy to talk nonsense, and stretched out his hands to get into a boxing stance.
Xue Jing smiled and said, "Don't say I don't give you a chance. I'll count to three."
He held up a finger.
"one."
Zong Shichan stood behind Xue Jing and watched this scene, her young face full of excitement and her eyes sparkling.
Master is about to take action!
Is it the "Secret Skill: Sakura Full Moon"? Or is it the dragon energy of Hidden Dragon Style
Or maybe it was that beautiful move just now that looked like a meteor firework...
"two… "
Zhang Renxu looked solemn and ready for battle.
He knew very well that against an enemy of this level, if he did not take action, it would be fine, but once he did, it would be earth-shattering!
Victory or defeat may just be a matter of a moment!
At this critical moment when everyone's attention was focused to the extreme.
Xue Jing smiled and raised his third finger.
"three."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Renxu focused all his attention on him, alert to his every move.
At this moment, silently, a big chicken leg came from behind him and hit him on the back of the head.
“Bang—”
With a dull thud, the chicken leg exploded into countless shreds of meat. The exquisite soft power bypassed Zhang Renxu's body's instinctive resistance and penetrated into the back of his head, causing his brain to shake violently. His eyes rolled up in an instant and he fell down limply.
Zong Shichan's eyes widened as he stared at the cold and aloof woman who suddenly appeared behind the young man with dark circles under his eyes.
So big... No, so mean!
Meng Qingjiao threw away the chicken leg bone in his hand that was shattered into half, then took the chicken leg in his other hand and took a bite, saying nothing with a cold expression.
However, no matter how cold her expression is, the bulging mouth makes her look cute and naive.
“Pah pah pah pah—”
Xue Jing applauded and exclaimed:
"As expected of you, Senior Sister Meng. There's no need for discussion. You understood what I meant after just one glance."
Zong Shichan next to him grumbled unsatisfactorily: "Master, why do I feel something is not right?"
This kind of hero-saving-the-beauty plot... shouldn't the process and ending be more intense and romantic
"I'm not your master yet, don't yell at me."
Xue Jing first responded casually, and then continued:
"Our Hidden Dragon Style is like this. If we can finish something while lying down, why bother standing up? If a sneak attack can solve the problem, then there is no need to waste other efforts."
Zong Shichan curled his lips: "I understand, thank you for your teachings, Master!"
Xue Jing raised his eyebrows and reached out to hold her head, which was just over 1.4 meters above sea level: "You little idiot, you're not going to climb down after climbing up the pole, right?"
Zong Shichan reached forward and hugged him, saying coquettishly: "What's wrong with that? You will definitely be very happy to have such a lovely disciple like me!"
Xue Jing supported her cheek with his palm to prevent her from getting too close to him, and said lightly: "Don't come over here."
"Come back with me quickly, your grandfather is worried to death about you now."
Zong Shichan smiled and opened his arms and said, "I was so scared that my legs became weak. Master has to carry me back."
Xue Jing made a click of his tongue, and with disdain, he reached out and lifted her collar by the back of her neck, like he was carrying a vegetable basket.
Not to mention, the training clothes of the Hupo Dojo are of extremely high quality, so there is no problem at all in carrying them like this.
Zong Shichan waved his hands and feet in the air, his eyes widening, "Master, is this how you treat your lovely little disciple?"
Xue Jing was too lazy to pay attention to her. He took a step, crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and came to the rooftop where Meng Qingjiao was.
He squatted down, reached out his hand and fumbled around the dark-eyed young man for a while, and soon took out a matchbox the size of half a palm from him.
[Divine matter detected, absorbing divinity... ]
"Is it true?" Xue Jing nodded.
Just as Zhige expected, the 'Flayer' was affected by GOD-1291.
He took out his cell phone and was about to call Ning Yuantai.
At this moment, his expression suddenly changed and he looked at Meng Qingjiao beside him.
"Senior sister."
Meng Qingjiao nodded, opened his mouth, put the remaining chicken leg in his hand into his mouth, sucked and wrapped it with his tongue, and when he took it out again, only a bare chicken bone was left.
"Master, what's wrong?" Zong Shichan, who was being carried, also felt something was wrong and asked in confusion.
Xue Jing did not reply, but handed the little girl to Meng Qingjiao.
Meng Qingjiao reached out to take Zong Shichan, and rubbed his hands on Zong Shichan's training clothes, wiping off the oil stains from touching the chicken legs.
Zong Shichan's mouth twitched: "..."
Suddenly.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
Four or five figures formed a circle from all directions, moving between the tall buildings and surrounding them.