Jin Yong Martial Arts Otherworld Rampage

[035] The young undefeated Yun Yong laughed, dragging his body, bending down, grabbing the collar of Zheng Sanpao's neck, and as hard as he could, Zheng Sanpao's entire upper body was unnaturally tilted back.

Just a moment ago, I fell badly, half of my face fell to the ground first, my skin was broken, and a big tooth was dropped. My mouth was full of blood, and the whole person was dizzy. I just felt the ears in my ears. He buzzed and shoved forward, subconsciously.

"I said, winning you is as easy as winning a girl ---"

Ma Yunyong raised his big fist in the mortar bowl and punched Zheng Biao's nose.

boom!

Zheng Biao's nasal bone burst, thick blood spattered out like the overturned soy sauce bottle.

The cervical spine slammed back, his eyes rolled, and poor San Ye was stunned by Ma San Ye on the spot.

"Boy, now you know how good Ma Sanye is."

When Ma Yunyong let go, Zheng Biao's fainted body fell to the ground.

Absolute power and absolute will, in the end, defeated skills and cultivation.

"Yunyong, good ---"

Xi Qingyun audience disciples rushed forward in a flock.

When I saw the little uncle in the distance holding out his thumb, he smiled at him, and the words were self-evident-good.

Ma Yunyong was mixed, but he couldn't hide his smile. Thumbs up like little uncle — I won. Then he lost his mind, Ma Yunyong only felt that the world was turning, his eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground, and passed out.

"Yun Yong-"

Xie Ye Qingxuan was so anxious that he rushed in with the internal force.

After a brief investigation, he was relieved.

虽然 Although the body is traumatized, they are all skin trauma and bone injuries. Internal injuries are not serious. Don't worry about what happens later. Then he took a pill from his arms and stuffed it into Yun Yong's mouth.

Then said to the disciples around, "Send the beard to the room, take a good rest."

"Yes, uncle-"

I watched the disciples around me carrying Yun Yong carefully back to the view, Ye Qingxuan could not help but sigh. It seems that my decision today is not wrong. Qingyunguan's disciples are united and united, and finally they have a look. That Yunyong is a good one and worth training.

Ye Qingxuan groaned for a moment, turned and walked to Zheng Biao, who was down on the ground.

Although this Zheng Biao is brave and fierce, after all, it is a child's energetic fault, only to blame the elders at home for poor supervision. What's more, this unlucky boy is only a teenager, and he has already been able to practice a white-level martial art so home. It has some talent. What's especially rare is that this boy Zheng scores his son-in-law, but he has the courage to admit defeat, without any tweaking, but has a bit of easy-going temperament.

It is better to solve the problem than to end it. For Yun Yong's nephew, he is still a good old man. There is no need to add an unnecessary enemy to the plain because of the child's competitive spirit.

Judging from the future prospects of Qingyunguan, this enemy will never be less, so why bother to fill in troubles.

Several family members brought by Zheng Biao were quite panicked at this time, and they arbitrarily manipulated their feet to take away their son-in-law for medical treatment.

I watched the little Taoist priest in Qingyun Guan come over, but made several family members wary, for fear that it would be bad for the son again.

"This little priest, what are you going to do? My young master is the son of the Zheng family in Qingyang Town. You have to deal with others, and don't mess around."

I was still a bit more courageous in the family who had been scolding the enemy before, and trembled and drank, but his voice was trembling, and he was quite fierce.

This is not to blame these families, after all, he is also a warrior, how can these ordinary people who have not been able to enter the martial arts practice not be afraid.

Wu Qingxuan smiled slightly and said lightly: "It's okay, I look at him--"

Regardless of the guardian's face, Ye Qingxuan went directly to Zheng Biao.

At this time, Zheng Biao had a collapsed nasal bone, blood on his face, and was unconscious.

Ye Yexuan found two willow branches directly, shoved them into his nose, straightened his nasal bones, and took a turquoise elixir from his arms, and stuffed it into Zheng Biao's mouth.

"This, this is-" Several family members apparently wanted to stop, but after moving a bit, they did not dare to step forward.

"Relax, it's a panacea for saving people, not a poison ..."

With a sigh, although this [Caucatan] is only a white-grade elixir, its function only has the effect of removing internal injuries and a little gas gathering, but it was also stolen from Master by itself. It was useless once, but it was used. Helping others is really easy and easy.

He slowly massaged on Zheng Biao's chest to dissolve his medicine. Within a moment, Zheng Biao woke up.

Looking at the little priest in front of me, I knew which senior teacher was very senior. Zheng Biao did not thank him, but he sighed and said sighing, "Hey, I didn't think of it, and I lost to that silly big man— — "

"Zheng Shizhu joked--"

Looking at Zheng Biao's questioning face, Ye Qingxuan smiled softly: "Actually, none of you have lost, you have all won, you have won yourself-so good-after all, you are still young ... want to lose Is it still early? "

He patted Zheng Biao on the shoulder, and Ye Qingxuan walked back to Qingyunguan with a smile.

Yeah, they are all young.

Young is capital.

Do anything, as long as you don't give up, it won't end; if you don't end, you won't fail; you won't fail, how can you lose?

I watched the little boy walk away.

Zheng Biao said nothing for a while. Although he lost and suffered a fiasco, his heart has never been so open. I just feel like I have some goals in my life, but what is this goal? Looking at the figure of the young Taoist priest, Zheng Biao felt that his heart was a little bit empty at the same time ... At the same time, he felt itchy on his face and his nose was a little hot. He reached out and grabbed the willow branch in his nose. Suddenly the pain made him grin.

This time it seems necessary to lie for another two months. But Ma Yunyong's **** is definitely going to lie longer than me.

"Leave-we go back to the house-" Even if he lost, Zheng Biao never felt so happy. That calf's nose was right. I was twelve years old, young, and had time to lose to that beast, but I won myself, and I won't lose forever.

He shouted aloud, but was unable to get a response from the family members. Zheng Biao looked back in confusion, but only saw a few families staring at the back of the priest. It looks like dementia.

He turned back and gave the nearest family member a big mouth, scolding angrily: "Asshole, I won't send the young master back home—"

"Yes, yes-three masters-"

Finally, after returning to the gods, he lifted Zheng Biao up and down and went down the mountain ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Zheng Biao pulled off the willow branches in his nose, took a **** snot, and took it with him Set aside.

I glanced back at the plaque in the shadow of Liu Yin: "Qingyunguan".

"Oh-I lost-I really do n’t understand what is wrong-'' Zheng Biao muttered indistinctly, and at the same time, a figure of a graceful Taoist came to mind again," That An old-fashioned 'Little Master'-who is sacred in the end? "

After the people had dispersed, two figures turned out on the mountain road not far from the gate, two priests, one with white hair, a bright face and a refined image; the other had a square face and a short beard. With a serious face ...

"Qingzheng, what do you think?" The old Taoist asked.

"Master, did the little master go too far, and actually let the disciples fight with the warriors forcibly? Fortunately, there have been no serious consequences, otherwise this ..."

The two are actually the most important leaders of Qingyunguan, a real person and a great disciple Qingzheng Tao. But I don't know why they appeared here together.

Hearing Qingzheng ’s words, the real person shook his head with a smile and said, “You, you—you are too square, you know, the key to this is that your three masters have already figured it out, otherwise Even if Qing Xuan asks again, in order to see the reputation in the view, your three masters will not easily agree to Qing Xuan, because he also thought of the reasons ... "

"Master, this ..." Lu Qingzheng looked blank, wondering how to answer Master.

"Hehe, Qingzheng, you do n’t have to think too much. You have always been a good character. Of course, you do n’t think about Qingsong's slick temperament. This is not your fault. On the contrary, it is your advantage. As for Qingxuan, hehe, he just does It's something I want to do, but I've always been hesitant to do. "