This pair of eyes has a melon-seeded face, with long and slender eyebrows, and the skin is whiter than snow. At a young age, you can see that it is a beautiful embryo.
The woman sighed like a blue, a small cherry mouth exhaled a scent of fragrance, as if the world's spiritual beauty was taken away by her alone, a pair of uncut jade palms gently lifted Wu Ling up, showing her concern. .
For a while, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet again. It seemed that Fengyinglin's moves were not as good as one ten thousandth of this woman's appearance. Everyone held their breath, and their souls were flying away from the sky, and they would never be able to take them back.
Wu Ling couldn't help but stunned, such a beautiful woman, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in these two lifetimes combined, and suddenly slapped his head, only then did he remember that this woman was his sister Xie Yuyan.
"Yu. Yuyan? Why are you here? I'm fine!" Wu Ling stood up hard, with a bitter smile on his painful face, "Feng Yinglin, I lost today."
"Trash! It's really trash!" Feng Yinglin snorted disdainfully, and was shocked in her heart. Everyone in the Principality of Wufeng knew the Feng Family's most powerful skill, Feng Jiaquan. Fengjiaquan fist is strong and strong, and when it comes out, it will often form a destructive aura, without giving the enemy a chance to breathe. Unexpectedly, today he has exerted the advantages of Fengjiaquan to the extreme, but he still can’t hurt Wuling at all, as a last resort. Next, he resorted to the legwork he had just trained. This was a fatal blow. If Wu Ling was kicked in the abdomen, Wu Ling would undoubtedly die. He never thought that this move would have been evaded by Wu Ling in a hurry.
Although it hit Wu Ling's butt, the damage on his butt was much smaller than that of the abdomen.
Feng Yinglin was puzzled. It only took a few days. How could Wu Ling's body have changed so much? Is this Wu Ling still the scrap material that was defeated by him a few days ago? You know, he and Wu Ling are several levels behind.
The dissatisfaction was overwhelming, and Feng Yinglin's body was shaken, and a cold breath suddenly emanated. The people around suddenly felt a strong pressure, like a mountain pressing the top, abruptly crowded.
"Now you, a hundred are not my opponents, it's really boring! I hope you can make a little progress in half a year!" Feng Yinglin slanted his eyes, carrying his hands on his back, and didn't even look at Wu Ling.
Before Wu Ling could answer, Xie Yuyan answered: "Who of you still wants to fight, come at me! You, you, and you." The left hand held Wu Ling in his arms, and the green fingers of the right hand pointed three times. They pointed to Fengyinglin, Yuntong and Beitangqiu respectively, "Are you three fighting together or one by one?"
The crowd was surprisingly silent, and the girl's words were like Huang Zhongda Lu, which deeply shocked everyone present.
Admiration, admiration, envy, admiration, all kinds of expressions flashed across the crowd quickly, no one thought that this woman was talking big, Yuntong and Beitangqiu even retreated three steps in a row, cold sweat on their foreheads The rapid flow became a small waterfall, Fengyinglin was slightly better, but the smile on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he took a step back subconsciously, but couldn't say a word in his mouth.
Yun Tong had the courage, barely stiffened his waist, and coughed lightly, and a few drops of huge cold sweat rolled off his fat face:
"Wu Ling, will you only be a coward who hides behind a woman? This time I see Miss Yu Yan's face and let you go, but next time you will not have such good luck! Humph, coward, waste Material, in your life, you are destined to be only a waste material! Shao Feng, Shao Qiu, let's go!" Yun Tong talked the most, but walked the fastest. Before the voice was over, he turned around and rushed away from the crowd. It's about to take the road.
Xie Yuyan's pretty eyes widened, her eyes suddenly became extremely harsh, and sheer cold air continued to overflow from her, rapidly spreading to the surroundings.
No one could see how she moved, everyone just saw two figures flashing in front of them, and Xie Yuyan and Wu Ling had already moved in front of Yun Tong.
Wu Ling was shocked. The skill of his girl seemed to be higher than Fengyinglin. This anxious body technique, while running, actually burst the air into a long wave of air. This wave of air is constantly surging and rushing, and the momentum is comparable to the rushing river.
Wu Ling was worried about whether he would suffer from the beautiful young girl he met for the first time, but now he was calm. With her skill, she must be better than Fengyinglin, otherwise Fengyinglin would never be timid.
Facing Yun Tong, Xie Yuyan frowned slightly, her left hand was still supporting Wu Ling, and her right hand just flicked. The five blood-red fingerprints on Yun Tong's face were already listed: "I said, today, all three of you will be beaten. , Different, it's just that they are beaten one by one or all together!"
Yun Tong became angry from embarrassment, and was about to attack, but Feng Yinglin pulled him back. Feng Yinglin stood holding his hands, his two bright eyes suddenly squinted, his eyelids shone brightly, and his clothes moved without wind, hunting.
The qi is exposed, which is a sign of advancement to the third layer of Yi Bone. Gang Qi is an extremely special aura, and it is also the aura that every warrior in the Wuwu Continent dreams of. When the bones of the human body are firm to a certain level, a strong breath will be produced from the inside to the outside, which is called qi.
The warrior below the third level of the bone-yi, every time he uses a move, he may also produce qi. However, the qi is not generated in the body of the warrior, but the air flow generated by the friction between the human body and the outside world. The external qi is not the same.
Gang Qi has no practical use in actual combat, but it is a symbol of status. Once you can produce Gang Qi, it shows that you have developed the skills of Yi Bone Three Layers. A martial artist with Yi Bone Three Layers, no matter how you put it. Every subject country to the Wuzhi Empire is the core class.
Wu Ling only felt the surrounding air, squeezing it for no reason, as if a vacuum zone had formed in a short time, and he couldn't help but feel a little short of breath. However, don't know if it was an illusion or what, Wu Ling had a strange feeling about this breath, which felt a bit like from a previous life. Internal force!
Gradually becoming familiar with this feeling, Wu Ling felt ecstasy, yes, this is internal strength! Wudang Kungfu is ever-changing, and a large part of it is inseparable from the support of internal forces. It is the same move, with internal power and without internal power, there is a heaven and an underground. This is also the reason why Wu Ling was so frustrated when he learned that the world could not cultivate internal power.
It turns out that this world is not incapable of cultivating internal power, but requires the physical body to be tyrannical to a certain extent. Moreover, in this world, internal power is not called internal power, it is called qi.
Wu Ling was very clever, thinking of this festival, the frustration of failing the competition just now was replaced by full of joy, and suddenly thinking about it again.
People in this world, physically tyrannical to the three levels of easy bones, can generate qi from the inside out, but they don't seem to know how to apply it. Fengyinglin's boxing wind is extremely powerful, the body is already as solid as a rock, and the strength is very comparable. Just now, a few punches were understated by Wu Ling's use of Wudang cotton palm. This was completely unimaginable in Wu Ling's previous life.