Bodhi stood far away from the door, but did not come in, he held his hands and said calmly.
"I have my own purpose, and now the purpose has been achieved. In fact, I have no hostility to your faction, so I have to leave."
"You can't help but say that challenging my faction, it's not easy to leave."
"That's not what you said, the head of Yudai..."
"No need to say much."
Yu Feiyuan stopped.
"It's all waiting - get down and talk."
- They said that there is no hostility, where did such a stubborn woman come from!
However, Yu Feiyuan's body method seems to be slow and inattentive, but in an instant, she has deceived her side. Even with the cultivation base of Bodhi, she could not find it immediately, and it was too late to leave.
This movement method is completely different from the Qinggong used by her junior sister.
Bodhi and Yu Feiyuan exchanged hands, and sneered: "Wutong Jin Yuxuan and Emei have no such body skills. I can't imagine that the head of Yudai is proficient in foreign studies."
Yu Feiyuan said with a solemn look on her face.
"This is my husband's teaching of the body, why come to study abroad?"
Others don't know that the acting head of Wutong Jin Yuxuan already has a husband, and they are all surprised. It's just that they don't have a deep personal relationship with the head of Yudai, so it's not surprising that they don't know, they just lament their ignorance and don't know where the young Yingxia is lucky enough to get such a chivalrous woman as his wife.
Bodhi and Yufeiyuan Yuanyuan rolled over hundreds of tricks, all of which did not give way to each other, and no one was left behind. The strength in his hand is getting heavier and heavier, but Bodhi feels that the opponent's internal strength is constantly rising, and he can keep up with his own steps.
In the move, who will not let who. Bodhi's palm splits and punches, and fingers poke claws hooks. Obviously, he knows a lot of martial arts, and he has experience in hundreds of battles. However, Yu Feiyuan is the leader of the two schools of Emei and Wutong, and was taught by Ming Feizhen. The skills in martial arts tricks are also not inferior in this hundred tricks.
But in Bodhi's heart there was a thought of calming things down and finding a way to leave, so he was a bit slow in making moves.
One was inattentive, but Yu Feiyuan flipped it over and grabbed Bodhi's arm.
The woman next to him had a slender palm, and even if he took it up, he couldn't hold his forearm as thick as a small tree. Yu Feiyuan is the only one who is not a bird, and her ten fingers are slender and powerful. It is like an iron hoop when she grasps it, and she will not let it go.
She clasped Bodhi's arm with her left hand, but her right hand and Bodhi's left hand opened up again. This time, the two could not go far, and could only fight each other with close quarters. Bodhi is from the northern Xinjiang, and his moves are all about opening and closing. It doesn't take a few tricks to fall behind. A few times, he was almost hit by Yu Feiyuan. If he was hit by the penetrating force of Vajra's divine power, even he would feel uncomfortable.
But what was even more frightening to him was the condition of his right hand. When he was caught by Yu Feiyuan's arm, he began to use the same way of training Qingluan with shock injuries - first respond to the false, and then hit the real.
Although the strength attached to the clinker Yu Feiyuan's grasp should not be underestimated, the inexhaustible softness was the main reason for Bodhi's loss of budget. The power contained in this grasp seems to be endless, and no matter how Bodhi responds to it, he will not be able to wait for a counterattack. He couldn't help but fight back with vigour, but he couldn't break the dense force of the opponent.
Bodhi tried this trick three times in a row, but he couldn't escape Yu Feiyuan's grasp.
I couldn't help being furious—I didn't want to fight with the girls when I went south to the Central Plains.
The brute force was violent, and a violent surge surged up in the body, and it broke through Yu Feiyuan's engine with brute force.
He put on a real effort, and he stopped holding this punch, and punched Yu Feiyuan's abdomen with one punch. With her martial arts, she can naturally find a way to counterattack before this punch reaches her body. It's just that the power of this punch is unparalleled, and if Yu Feiyuan is not equipped with the power of King Kong, he will never be able to handle it.
Wutong Jin Yuxuan's strongest unique skill is this Vajra supernatural power, but as long as she is forced to use the limit on the number of times, she will naturally not dare to fight again.
This is the abacus, but it is not necessarily satisfactory.
Yu Feiyuan saw this fist approaching, twisted her waist, and pulled it out of the spot with the amazing elasticity of her waist. With Bodhi's thick arm as a pillar, the delicate body spun around, and the whole person squatted and stood on Bodhi's arm. She wears black iron gauntlets and iron boots, and the weight goes without saying. Coupled with her extremely long legs, this squatting position is even more difficult for her to do. But when she stands in the air, she removes all power and gives a quiet and beautiful feeling of standing in the air. Like a kite standing still on a lake, although heavy objects cannot be erected on the water, it allows birds to rest.
Before the brute force of Bodhi was transmitted, Yu Feiyuan stepped lightly, and the whole person flew away with the strength, turning the power of Bodhi's fist into invisible.
—I originally thought that this woman only studied internal strength so that she could have the internal strength to compete with me. Unexpectedly, she is proficient in both internal and external martial arts. She didn't expect her to be so good at grappling and movement. From the look just now, I am afraid that within a square inch, I am not as good as her.
Yu Feiyuan fell to the ground steadily, looking at the left hand that Bodhi broke away with brute force, she felt a little numb. She hadn't seen anyone who could break free from her grasp in years. Not counting the master, brother Feizhen, and the woman surnamed Ming, this Bodhi is the first.
Yu Feiyuan began to grasp the opponent's strength, made a more accurate estimate, and was ready to fight.
Bodhi also understands that the woman in front of him is not someone to be dismissed. After coming to the Central Plains, this is the third opponent worthy of his seriousness.
Ordinary made up his mind, grabbed the hilt on his back with a big hand, and burst out with murderous intent. The person is still the same person, but suddenly, the temperament is completely different. Can't tell the difference, it's a subtle feeling. It's just that it will be a hard fight to fight again, which Yu Feiyuan fully understands.
Yu Feiyuan silently touched the buckle in the gauntlet with both hands, trying to release the shackles of her hands.
In the eyes of Bodhi, all the light burst forth, the exercise was completed, and he shouted.
"I'll let you know, I-wipe!!"
Before he could finish speaking, a violent airflow hit him.
This air flow came from nowhere, but it was almost unstoppable, and a cloud of white smoke blew up, knocking him back three steps. I thought Yu Feiyuan was sneaking a sneak attack, but on the opposite side, Yu Feiyuan also flew back a few steps, but it didn't seem to be hit, just dodged.
Bodhi waved off the white mist and said angrily, "Who is coming?"
But there was no one in the huge courtyard.
With his deep internal strength and sensitive hearing, how could he not find out that there are other people in the courtyard.
"Where did the rat generation sneak attack?"
After he finished speaking, the sword qi attacked, and when he realized it, he had already killed him in front of the door. Bodhi hurriedly avoided, still calling for the sword qi to swept away, and he was half-struck.
- Who is pretending to be a ghost
Luo Si's expression changed, and he said happily, "Could it be him?"
"Who is it?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded, from nowhere, as if it descended from the nine heavens, and it was sent to the side as if the wind was blowing.
"Thirty years of bondage in the East."
"Thirty years have never been empty."
"Thirty years Changchun is not old."
"Thirty years to find a big dream."
As the poem began to be recited, more than ten swords of extremely fierce sword energy slashed from all directions, slashing the houses, trees, courtyards, and terraces into pieces. The scene seemed to have experienced a small natural disaster. But where there are blocks, they are all chopped to pieces, showing a big straight road.
And at the end of the smoke and dust, at the end of the road, you can vaguely see a person who is independent from the world.
Bodhi roared, "Who the hell are you!"
The man slowly stepped into this place, and groaned.
"Having lived in a den for decades,
Puffy head and long eyes walk like a bump.
Chongyangzi under the Begonia Pavilion,