Black Wizard Zhu Peng

In the night of Kowloon Bay, the river overflows.

Turning around and watching the metropolis like a pearl in the night slowly shrinking as it drifts away, some emotions of reluctance rise in my heart. Although this is not my hometown, the things I experienced in a short time here are dangerous. , Delightful, but more than accumulated in the past twenty years in my hometown.

(I, Tang Yin, will be back.)

"Don't be stunned here, hurry up to the bottom warehouse, we will be in the sea area of ​​the elephants, if we are caught, we will have to die with you." The sailor of the ferry boat cursed, wanting to join the ring road. You need to go to the Dekor Country to sign up and participate, because whether in the mainland or in the Kowloon Bay, this cruel competition that is almost black boxing is forbidden. Only when the martial arts are extremely strong and tough, can it be regarded as a regular competition. To host.

Pushed by the sailor, Tang Yin was not angry. He scratched his head and went down to the bottom warehouse. There are not many people here. Jiulong Bay is a prosperous place, and it is even far more prosperous than Sacred Elephant, Miluo and Nanfang. The economic conditions of Zheng and these countries are better, and the neighborhood is only slightly worse than Dongying. Therefore, unlike the mainland who smuggled into Kowloon Bay, there were ships of smuggled passengers during the disaster year.

People who flee from Kowloon Bay to a poor and more difficult foreign country are basically those who have committed crimes and run away. In other words, everyone here is not a good person.

Tang Yin sat down next to a sturdy and fierce big bald head. The big bald head looked at him and didn't say anything. Someone could stand next to him at the bottom of the cold and wet warehouse. In fact, it was far more than a person carrying it. It’s more comfortable.

"Brother, what did you commit to run to the holy elephant?" The big bald head couldn't stand the loneliness and asked.

"Go to the road to the ring." It's not something that can't be said, and saying this directly may make the other party even more unbelief.

Sure enough, the big bald head beside Tang Yin was suspicious after hearing the words.

"Brother, which school did you come from? Brother Shu, I'm clumsy, I just didn't see it."

"I have practiced some rural styles in my hometown, and I feel that my body is still strong, and I plan to fight for it." Tang Yin was smuggling at this time. Of course, he put all his good clothes away, and he was wearing the ones he brought from the mainland. Wearing a coarse cloth, his speech in such a way with such clothing looks very simple.

"Brother, listen to my advice, let's forget about it. Brother, I am a lay disciple of Dahang Temple, I dare not go to the road to the ring, because the chances of hitting death and life and encountering masters are too great. , Once you encounter a foreign master, you may even die or be disabled."

"There will be foreign masters appear?"

"Do you dare to participate if you don't know anything?" The big bald leopard's eyes widened unexpectedly at this moment.

"Shengxiang, Miluo, Nanzheng, and Dongying, warriors from these countries like to participate in this type of competition to accumulate actual combat experience, especially when Dongying people encounter our Chinese people, they are especially vicious. They were not driven away by us a few years ago. Yes, I was killed during the big defeat, so I hate us deeply."

"Hehe, it's obviously an aggressor, how can it seem to be more bitter and deeper than those of us who have been invaded? Sure enough, it is harder for the person who inflicted the harm to forget the hatred than the victim." Hua Guo and Dongying's old hatred is each. No matter whether they are familiar or unfamiliar, they can always talk about such a few words on this topic.

"Afraid of being beaten back by us, of course, you will be more crisis-conscious and alert. In short, I advise you not to go to any ring road after the holy elephant. If you don’t have the cultivation base of the pill state, you will be yourself in that ring. To die." The Chinese martial arts in the Canglong realm are divided into four major stages: body, qi, gang, and forbidden. Most people practice body arts for their entire lives, and once they break through the limit of human potential, they will develop qi energy. It can be called a master of one party.

It is said that Hua Guo is deciding the professional ranks of martial artists and setting up a martial arts league mechanism. On the one hand, domestic masters can chase the world's best honor and consume each other, and on the other hand, they are also strengthening and purifying, pursuing that China's martial arts advantage is always at the top of the world.

It’s just that these things really fall down, I don’t know how many young people will be. The strength comparison between warriors and warriors is still in chaos, unless the difference in strength is really huge, otherwise it is such a matter of who is strong and who is weak. You have to fight it before you know it.

The ferry boat dangled along the river under the moonlight. There was a meal in the middle, white rice and an egg. Tang Yin accidentally ate two. The bald-headed and fierce-looking lay disciple of Daxing Temple beside him, he Actually vegetarian.

(In this world, it's really impossible to look at people.) With this thought, Tang Yin fell into a deep sleep with his arms folded. While sleeping soundly, someone pushed him gently.

He opened his eyes in a daze, watching a thin, yellow-faced man coughing and covering his mouth in front of him.

"Gambling ghost? Why are you here? Did you know that the charter wife was almost beaten to death, and your daughter Xiaohua was almost caught as a prostitute?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh But it passed, and it was obvious that he was vomiting blood.

"Come with me, you come with me." The gambling ghost grabbed Tang Yin's wrist and went to a corner with him. There was a little light here, and you could see that he was almost like a skeleton at this moment. The whole person was left with one breath from death.

"I ask you, my wife, how is my daughter?"

"Your wife was beaten by the loyal and faithful Dong brother, and your daughter was almost arrested and sold. Lao Tzu ran out all the money to let the Dong brother postpone the one month. What are you doing?" Tang Yin At this moment, he was a little beard blowing and staring, but the gambler had a relaxed expression and didn't care much.

"I'm dying. I've gambled the biggest in my life. I didn't expect that even though I won the bet, I won't be blessed to enjoy it. It's nothing for you kid." As he said, the gambler couldn't block his mouth and nose. The blood bleeds out, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he carefully took out a piece of black silk from his arms and stuffed it into Tang Yin's hands. Then, the man leaned on the cabin and began to soften slowly.

"...Ayin...this...this is...the sky...the dragon bapo" Before the gambling ghost finished speaking, he spouted a mouthful of black blood, and Tang Yin's face was bloody.

"Wait a minute, I'll call someone to call a doctor."

"Don't..." grabbing Tang Yin's hand, the gambler looked at the man in front of him, he was already speechless, but inexplicably, Tang Yin understood what he wanted to say.

"...Don't worry, I won't be hungry with Ahua and the chartered wife if I have a bite of food in the future." After hearing Tang Yin's words, the expression in the gambler's eyes gradually dissipated, and he had only one left. He sighed, but he didn’t die when he was supported by the silk cloth in his arms. When he met and discovered Tang Yin and knew what happened to his wife and children, the gambling ghost finally let out his heart, and he naturally died soon. Up.

The body of the gambling ghost was discovered the next day. It is said that all the bones of his body were melted, and the body was limp. It was on the ocean. Of course, the gambling ghost ended up being thrown into the sea. Tang Yin felt that the guy himself did not He cares, he is a good gamble all his life, he takes his life to bet what he wants, the gambler seems to feel that he has made it.

About five days later, Tang Yin successfully embarked on the land of the Dekor Land. The whole journey was not comfortable, but I was smuggled, and he was very lucky to be able to arrive safely, and he did not dare to ask for other things.

The first thing Tang Yin did after disembarking was to take out the black silk cloth in his hand and look through it in a relatively concealed forest. It’s true that gambling ghosts are good at gambling, but he is never stupid and makes him feel better than himself. Things that are important to life must not be simple things. After all, everyone's life is precious to him.

"Isn't this just a piece of black silk? It's nothing." He held the black silk in the sun to watch, and found nothing for a while. When a knife stabbed Tang Yin's neck from behind, just before the sharp blade was about to stab. Tang Yin's feet slammed into the dust behind him, and at the same time he turned around, a short knife had fallen on his hand and pierced his stout wrist with his body.

"Great monk, after sleeping together for five days, the relationship is not so good, right? Come ashore and give me a knife!"

"Ah." As the blood spray dispersed, the big bald head who had been with Tang Yin on the ferry boat for five days retreated with a low growl, clutching his right wrist.

"You knew I would sneak attack you?"

"No way, your eyes have hardly been removed from me in the past five days. I'm not a pretty girl. Your performance makes me wonder if you can't make it." In the dense forest, two people The boatmates confronted each other with knives.

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"Boy, give me that piece of black cloth on your body, and I will turn around and leave. Otherwise, you will die here, and there is only one life."

"What the **** is this stuff? Why do you seem to be desperate for it." The opponent's wrist was bleeding, so Tang Yin didn't care about dragging it for a while, especially, he was indeed very curious.

"Hehe, eight dragons, eight faculties... you might as well wipe the blood from your knife on that cloth." The great monk didn't seem to mind his injury, he wiped the fly ash on his face. Although he was not raised in the eyes just now, it did fall on him a lot.

But Tang Yin took two steps back when he heard the words. He smeared the blood from the short knife in his hand on the black silk cloth, and then lowered his head. At this moment, the great monk once again rushed forward fiercely with the knife, and his brilliant martial arts had his own spirit. If the will is poured into it, those who are not strong in spirit will even be hurt by the impact of its inner rhyme. Even if the heart and nature are in line with the spirit and tenacity, all the attention will be absorbed for a long time. This great monk is really a Daxing Temple layman Disciple, because he has this knowledge.

(Die!) Raising his hand and slashing at Tang Yin's head, just as the great monk was in ecstasy, Tang Yin, who was opposite, closed his eyes and raised his head, then he threw a short knife in his hand like a rainbow, cutting open and slamming the knife straight away. The blood mist from the monk's neck artery was unstoppable this time violently spraying out.

He moved forward two more steps, and then fell forward. The huge body twisted a few more times on the sand, and then he stopped moving completely.

Fighting by fighting, as long as the difference between each other's strength is not particularly huge, the outcome of the victory or defeat depends on one's own level, secondly depends on the state at the time, thirdly depends on the personality of each person, fourthly depends on whether the style of play is restrained or not, and fifthly depends on each other's understanding, etc. Internal and external conditions. Especially in the battle of weapons and even firearms, there are more factors that determine the survival of both sides. Tang Yin lies in front of this great monk. The martial arts is actually taller than Tang Yin. He is huge and has exquisite fists and feet. It is difficult for Tang Yin to beat him, at best, a horrible victory, and the battle with weapons, because of the cunning gap between the two sides, the great monk died here without even hurting the fur of his hands. This is the actual fight.

Instead of turning over the corpse directly, Tang Yin turned twice and slammed two big rocks over it twice. The monk's head was almost deformed, and he walked slowly over, soaking the black silk in his hand with his blood. Cloth, because of the specially selected hidden location and the large amount of human blood is not so easy to obtain, so after thinking about it, Tang Yin spread the black and red blood silk in front of him.

In an instant, there was a sword light that seemed to swallow all hope: Hei Tian Wusheng Sutra fragments, Hei Sun Sword Sutra.

On the black and red blood silk, it depicts a terrifying and heavy-armored man slaughtering with a knife. Around the man are rows of frantic characters, with twisted knife lights. Tang Yin stared at the blood silk. Da Jinyuan, full of horrible killing intent, made him truly understand what death is, what is terror, what is blood, and what is despair!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It was so terrible that he couldn't feel the light, hope, and the beautiful feeling anymore, so that he opened his mouth and made a strange sound as if he couldn't breathe.

(Some people, after facing the real darkness, still have the courage to pursue happiness again, while some people fall into eternal perish and can no longer break free.) In the world of mind, Tang Yin is bound by endless darkness. Entangled, but a man in a red robe walked in front of him step by step.

(I know what you saw... that eternal despair, infinite darkness.)

"No, you don't know, you are not...how can you know."

(It seems that you have lost. If you lose to this sword intent, your consciousness will be lost to it forever, and your body will turn into a murderer pursuing blood. Such an outcome would be too ridiculous. , Give you something.) While saying this, a pulsating golden red flame appeared between the red robe man turning his hands, and Zhu Peng delivered it to Tang Yin.

"what is this?"

(My heart, pure Yang Xianxin. Taoism, what Taoism has faced for thousands of years, is the despair that has existed since ancient times, the limit of life and death that cannot be crossed, forcing us to forge this... firmness, aggressiveness, and self-evolution. The heart that never gives up, this is the heart of the immortal.)

(Accept it and let darkness be a knife in your hand!)

Looking at the red-robed man in front of him, and then at the pulsating heart wrapped in golden red flames, Tang Yin had no choice but to accept it.

(Very good, the power of Chunyang Xianxin, you will understand soon, hahahahahahaha... I look forward to seeing you again.)

The opening ceremony of Shengxiang Budokan, Road to the Ring.

Just before the registration was about to end, a young man with a stinky body and shabby clothes suddenly rushed to the reception desk.

"Hello, sign up."

"Oh, why are you like this? This is about to begin." At the reception desk, the delicate girl with light-colored glasses looked at the time and frowned.

"Please, since everyone is a Chinese fellow, the big deal is that I will treat you to a big meal after I win the prize."

"I'm not your fellow, I just learned Chinese." Looking at the young man in front of him with fists and pleading, the girl felt that the man's eyes were particularly warm, so she looked around, and then He quickly filled out a form and tore it to the other party.

"Take it, you said, I really got the bonus and want to treat me to a big meal." The girl said with a smile, of course she didn't really take it seriously.

The first link is basic physical fitness, boxing strength, and footwork tests. After all, if these basic qualities are not up to date, you can't be convinced of how well you can fight. In these respects, Tang Yin's basic quality is up to the standard. Although it is hard to say how outstanding, it is still a middle-level achievement among everyone.

After passing the basic test, Tang Yin got his own label: 268.

(Seeing that the Broken Sword Sutra actually made me faint for nearly three days. Fortunately, I finally caught up. Why don't I provide food and lodging for such a large-scale competition? I haven't touched my teeth in the three days.) After going around the venue a few times, I finally picked up a piece of steamed bread that someone fell on the floor and ate it with tap water. It was not that I couldn't even get the money for a meal, but I was walking in a hurry. I didn’t have time to find someone for the money in Kowloon Bay. exchange.

"Little brother, just came from the mainland?" As Tang Yin squatted there eating his hard-earned buns, an old man walked up to him, supported by a girl and two young people.

"Ah, old man, just came from the mainland." Putting the last piece of bun into his mouth, patted his chest hard and swallowed, Tang Yin stood up and responded.

"The government of the motherland was first established. In many cases, the administration became rude and tough. Old guys like us had to leave our homes and fled overseas to seek a living. Seeing you and I was like seeing myself back then. At that time, I was like you, half a box of lunch. My wife and my wife will eat with water.” As he said, some tears appeared in the eyes of the old man, and then Tang Yin was stared at by the young girl beside him, who seemed to blame him for arousing the old man. Sad things.

"If you don't dislike it, during the period of the battle on the road to the ring, you can eat and live in my Baihong Pavilion. If you don't eat well, you can't sleep at ease, your skill will be let go. Young man, I It’s not that I feel sorry for you, but I feel so sorry for your craftsmanship."

"Uh, thank you old man, then I will bother you during this time." The old man on the other side has already talked about this, and if he refuses it, it will be a bit embarrassing, not to mention this kind of thing in the martial arts world. It is also the norm. When encountering a down-and-out warrior, the rich and powerful sects often don't mind staying for a few days, or even entangle people. This kind of thing does not pay much, but giving charcoal in the snow is a lifelong kindness for many people.

Of course, it is not entirely without a bite back, but that is relatively rare after all.

At nine o'clock in the morning, a bell rang, and the "Road to the Ring" officially began!

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"No. 268, Hua Guo Tang Yin."

"No. 146, Holy Elephant Mandu."

Tang Yin walked to the ring with the iconic boxer Man. Tang Yin was dressed in torn cloth, and Man was **** and wore a pair of shorts, but his hands and head were wrapped with white cloth hemp rope. This is a very typical iconic boxer. Image.

The iconic boxing technique is extremely sturdy and vigorous. It is an extremely fierce fighting technique. While training hard, it is scrubbed with potion to polish and temper his body into steel and iron bones.

The fight against the attack can be crippled and fatal as long as one hit is solid, but once the iconic boxer is at the pinnacle of the human body, as long as he cannot reach a higher martial art state, he will be very desolate after middle age. He suffered from sickness and pain at all times of his old-age injuries, and most of them would not live to be fifty years old. Of course, Tang Yin doesn't need to care about his opponent when he is fifty years old. Because of the look in Mandu's eyes, he now intends to kill his opponent directly.

"Start!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, there was a crackling sound from the air.

At this moment, the iconic fighter named Mandu seemed to be transformed into a fierce beast that burst out suddenly.

He ran for two steps, and immediately rushed in front of Tang Yin. He strode forward and stabs forward with a flick of his right arm. The force penetrated, as if a big gun slammed out, driving the "point of a fist machine gun" to hit directly. After touching the opponent's chest, his fist arm seemed to be covered with a layer of wind, showing the ferocity of the force.

(I haven't got a good rest for three days. It's not easy to fight for a long time. It's best to fight quickly.) The fight is right in front of him, but Tang Yin feels that his heart has never been so peaceful. He crossed his arms and sealed it with the most stable cross. Blocking the opponent's thrusts, because the stakes were solid, it was only slightly sunk by the rush, and it was completely blocked.

However, that Man Du suddenly disappeared at this moment. He actually rolled sideways and then got up behind Tang Yin and pierced his left fist. This change almost meant visual deception and gathering and dispersing like the wind. If a fighter who reacts slowly is hit to the back of his neck with a punch, he will be paralyzed by a high position if he survives.

Tang Yin rushed forward two steps to avoid the jab. However, the corners of Mandu and the referee's mouth were already smiling. The iconoclastic boxing was agile and flexible. Once he was bullied and chased after him, it was basically the winner. Rhythm.

Without giving Tang Yin a chance to turn around, Man Du sprinted quickly to force the opponent to either jump off the ring or die under his own fist.

At this time, Tang Yin stepped sideways, seeming to want to pull the distance and turn around. Mandu's feet accelerated and slammed on, and at the same time he fisted and attacked fiercely.

Just as his crazy onslaught was about to hit the opponent, the gaze of the iconic fighter Mandu suddenly froze. He watched his opponent's back and the back muscles were like a big dragon. The retrospective link made him just pull back his focus.

Pure yang immortal heart, calm soul and lock mind, body strength controls wishfulness.

With a whirl, the two sides passed by. Tang Yin instead came behind Mandu. He followed the whirling momentum and slashed towards Mandu’s neck with a knife, his right arm swelled as the force poured in. Almost with the sound of howling and breaking through the air, the killing was like a knife and an axe. It was almost the same as the offensive that Mandu had just attacked his back and neck, except that it was more dangerous.

Mandu fists together but watched Tang Yin disappear from front of him, and then a whistling sound came from behind him. He had no time to dodge or step, so he could only learn Tang Yin's response and pounce forward.

boom!

The tricks that I just saw are now selling now, which is too despise. Tang Yin's left hand knife didn't finish, his right hand already punched out and consciously shifted and sank. Finally, the punch hit Mandu's back hard and the body of the iconic boxer couldn't help but rush forward. Then he fell down on the edge of the ring, his back neck bone was obviously sunken, this kind of injury doesn't need to be seen, the current medical condition of the icon can not be saved at all.

It seemed that black boxing became a trend in the Dekor Kingdom, so the referee didn't have any big reaction after seeing his country's boxer killed in the ring, and simply announced Tang Yin's victory.

At the end of the fight, Tang Yin jumped off the ring and joined the curator Hua Tianyang of the Baihong Boxing Gym. When this kind of person is in a foreign country, it is best to find a group of people of the same race, especially the security conditions in the Dekor Kingdom are not very good. Excessive self-esteem throws a small life in a foreign country, it is really worthless.

Because Tang Yin ended relatively quickly, Hua Tianyang's five disciples hadn't finished the fight yet, but the body-refining realm boxing skills in Baihong Hall were still very good. Its flying suddenly and its rainbow pierced through the sun. , Coordinated well, the last game was played, four of the five disciples won. Except for the last junior junior who was broken off by a Brahman, Baihongguan won a big victory this time.

"What's the matter, Ronaldinho, I usually ask you to work harder, but you are not obedient at all. Now I have to bandage you." The granddaughter Hua Rui beside Hua Tianyang was spoiled by her grandfather. Reluctantly speaking, however, Tang Yin noticed that even so, the disciple named Xiao Luo still did not show any pain, and it was obvious that Hua Rui was still very measured.

Among the five disciples who came to participate in the Baihong Pavilion this time, apart from the master Qin Yi, who is exquisite in boxing, who has already been promoted to the outside world, everyone else is here to increase their actual combat experience. No matter how irregular the road to this ring is, there are still judges with videos Yes, as long as you surrender in time, there is no danger to your life. Of course, if you don’t even have time to surrender, then don’t blame Moyo. Compared with the truly tragic life-and-death fight, the intensity of this arena is already greatly reduced. .

In addition to increasing actual combat experience, this competition also has some advertising effects that have made the martial arts school famous. The four clean victories of the Baihong Pavilion have been seen by some people. In the future, whether it is to recruit disciples, or in all aspects of business The scene will be affected by radiation.

At night, because Tang Yin was a guest, he was also arranged by Hua Tianyang in a small single room. After a brief inspection, it was confirmed that there was no problem, and Tang Yin just took out the silk cloth that recorded the fragments of Hei Tian Wusheng Sutra and Hei Sun Sword Sutra from his arms.

He hadn’t heard of Heaven’s Dragon Babu, Heitian had no birth sutras, but after all, after so many years in China, Tang Yin was sure that he had found a treasure. It’s okay, except for the Black Sun Sword that he couldn’t practice now. In addition to the scriptures, a small part of this silk cloth also records a set of methods called "Dark Extreme Immortal Body", which can be practiced, especially the most important thing about this set of Dark Extreme Immortal Body is to obtain from actual combat. Practice and exercise are no more suitable for Tang Yin.

(Even if normal people get this thing, let alone normal cultivation, they will fall into madness after watching it for a long time... Pure Yang Immortal Heart, that bald, is that the truest self in my heart?)

(Forget it, without him, I am either dead or crazy now. This life was taken back, so there is nothing to be afraid of.) Putting down his thoughts, Tang Yin began to study the basic method of cultivating the immortal body. Comparing with the blood and **** wind of the sword in the Black Sun Sword Classic, all the exercises recorded on this black silk cloth often pursue their own sublimation breakthroughs with the most extreme spirit and the most extreme state. It is completely imaginable, cultivation. Hundreds of dead were ninety-five years old, but it is this kind of technique that almost gave up their own lives, that will give birth to the kind of crazy knife intent that will slaughter the world...I don’t even care about my own life~www.wuxiaspot.com~ How can ordinary people resist the ferocity and decisiveness of the shot?

In the next few days, Tang Yin gradually recovered his loss-making body. Hua Rui threw him a set of martial arts uniforms in Baihong Hall. Although his arrogant and arrogant appearance could easily make people angry, Tang Yin found himself unexpectedly. I didn't mind that much, it seemed that after I was replaced with a heart in that dream, my resistance to negative emotions was greatly improved.

In the second round of the road to the ring qualifier, Tang Yin's ranking is relatively low, so he can walk among the martial arts venues and watch many martial artists fist and go, and imagine how he would deal with those tough kills. Confrontation, how to dismantle and resolve, how to turn defeat into victory, how to take advantage of the trend.

The sound of fist and foot bombardment and violent physical collisions echoed everywhere in the martial arts venue. The big brother Qin Yi of the Baihong Pavilion was very unlucky when he met a female master from China. , Standing there is really a tower-like hero. Although for a woman, this body shape is basically ruined, but in martial arts, this body shape is not an exaggeration, especially when a warrior is not in the aura. The beneficial advantage brought by this body shape of Refining Realm is too great.

Qin Yi’s martial arts is obviously better than the opponent’s martial arts, but this eldest sister Cheng only protects the body and covers the vital points, regardless of other places. In the end, Qin Yi was almost suffocated in her chest during the close grappling process. before. For this method of death, Qin Yi might not feel happy.

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