My plug-in is a fairy grass

Chapter 271 Eavesdropping
Yang Zhen won.

Although he was stabbed in the chest and blood spattered, he still won.

Because he is standing.Not only did he stand, but the wooden stick in his hand pointed directly at the opponent's throat.

Yang Zhen understood when Yin Nanxing thrust out that sword, it was too fast for him to avoid it.

Since there was no way to dodge, he simply didn't dodge, held a wooden stick, and bumped head-on!
After several years of training in body exercises, his physical body has surpassed the initial stage of foundation establishment and is approaching the middle stage.

A first-tier top-grade flying sword can at most cause flesh and blood injuries without any magical attacks.

This is the conclusion he came to after many times of training with Zhao Yueer.

The moment Yin Nan Xingfei sword stabbed him, his hands were as firm as a rock, and the wooden club was like a mountain, and he hit the opponent's leg directly.

Injury-for-injury, he won.

……

Yin Nanxing lay on the ground, his mind was blank.

The severe pain in his legs made his face grim, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He didn't know how he lost.

He had already stabbed the opponent, but in the end...

The opponent did not dodge or dodge, and then, his left leg was broken.

His face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he wanted to die at this moment.

He was actually defeated by a Qi training mid-stage.

How can this be?

There must be something wrong!

Looking at Yang Zhen's chest that was no longer bleeding, he suddenly shouted:

"You cheated! You must be cheating! You are wearing a Tier [-] robe!"

Yang Zhen smiled coldly. Anyway, the clothes were torn, so she simply tore them off, revealing her strong muscles.

The clothes were thrown on the other party's head: "Open your dog eyes and look, this is the second-level robe you said!"

Yin Nanxing was speechless for a moment, and didn't try to take off his clothes.At this moment, he was even thankful that the clothes covered his face so that he would not see anyone.

Yang Zhen didn't talk to him anymore, because Zhao Yue'er had already come to him.

The little girl's eyes were watery, she smiled, and reached out to remove the hairpin.

Stimulated by mana, the colorful phoenix on the phoenix lotus hairpin flew out, and the second-level healing technique covered Yang Zhen's wound.

At the same time, Yin Nanxing also silently took out a magic bead, which also activated mana, and a green glow shot at his broken left leg.

The sword wound on Yang Zhen's chest healed instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye.Half an hour later, Yin Nanxing also finished his treatment.

He stood up abruptly, ripped off the clothes on top of his head fiercely, his face was ashen, and he walked out sullenly.

"Senior Brother Yin—" someone shouted, "How will we arrange tomorrow?"

Yin Nanxing staggered as if he had never heard of it, his figure had already disappeared into the night.

A beautiful yellow figure suddenly sprang out from the crowd of onlookers, chasing after his back.

It was Yan Hongzhu.

……

The departure of the two did not interrupt the banquet.

On the contrary, it was because of this fight that everyone had more things to talk about, and the atmosphere was more enthusiastic than before.

Dai Miaofen was elected as the new host to continue the next activities.

Dance, illusion, fencing, pot throwing, juggling...

Various programs come one after another, feasting the eyes.

With the means of these favored sons of heaven, many movements that are difficult in the world are easy for them.

Cheers and applause sounded from time to time, pushing the dinner to one climax after another.

During this period, Zhao Yueer lived up to expectations, and performed a sword dance generously.

The frost flower turned over, and the long sleeves turned back to Luan, just like a fairy descending from the mundane world, stunning everyone.

Dai Miaofen was envious, but with Yin Nanxing's lessons learned, he would naturally not do such stupid things.

Looking at the light figure with deep eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a proud arc.

"Idiot!" He laughed at someone in his heart: "If you don't use the best resources, you will do stupid things!"

Yang Zhen and seven children of the Zhao family came on stage at the same time as backup dancers.

They were divided into two rows, and they walked with neat and vigorous steps, singing simple and boundless songs, as if they came from ancient barbarians.

This sword dance of the Zhao family was passed down from distant ancestors, and it is performed every year when ancestors are worshipped, so everyone of the Zhao family can do it.

After more than an hour, the banquet ended in hilarity.

Everyone found their own camp to live in, and some people were very interested, and invited a few friends to continue talking around the campfire.

Yang Zhen took Zhao Yueer's little hand, and the two quietly walked towards the creek mouth in the afternoon.

At the banquet just now, he tasted the silver leaf fish carefully, and the meat was really delicious, tender and refreshing.

What's more, it also has the effect of strengthening meridians, so he made a decision immediately.

The newly opened pond in the Qingshi space raises this kind of spirit fish.

Small things greatly support this, and the breath of life can promote the evolution of space.

And she also said that the silver leaf fish that come out of the space will definitely not be inferior to those produced in Wuling Lake.

So Yang Zhen spent ten spirit stones, found the elder brother of the Zongmen, and borrowed the magic weapon of the fishing net from him, preparing to catch fish overnight.

……

Tonight is exactly the fifteenth day. In Yang Zhen's previous life, this day was the Shangyuan Festival.

The moonlight was like a gauze, lightly hanging on the two of them.

The boys and girls joined hands, after the turmoil just now, the hearts of both parties are self-evident.

Yang Zhen told the adapted story of Chang'e Flying to the Moon all the way.

Two quarters of an hour later, they came to the mouth of the stream and stood on the other side of the stream, waiting with their nets.

The silver leaf fish did not rest in the middle of the night, and continued their deadly jumping repeatedly.

After more than half an hour, Yang Zhen harvested a lot, leaving a small part in the storage bag to hide, and he sent most of it into the space.

Just as he put away his fishing net and was about to go home, Yiyi suddenly made a sound.

"An hour ago, those two people stayed in the woods ahead."

"Which two people?" Yang Zhen glanced at the woods more than ten feet away, but didn't realize it for a moment.

"The guy whose leg was broken by you, and the girl in the yellow dress."

"Oh!" Yang Zhen responded indifferently.

"You did something embarrassing!" The little thing began to break the news.

"You—" Yang Zhen was angry and funny: "You don't care about them!"

"They're still talking about tomorrow's schedule."

"Oh?" Yang Zhen became interested.

According to Niu Youde's explanation, the group of casual cultivators will meet at Xiaolang Mountain tomorrow afternoon, and he must go to see it.

Therefore, he hoped to know in advance the itinerary of the Zongmen's spiritual grass picking so that he could make plans.

This was supposed to be announced by Yin Nanxing at the dinner party, but the guy left in embarrassment at the time, and the matter was delayed.

"What did they say?" Yang Zhen asked.

Unexpectedly, the little thing didn't answer his question, but continued to play tricks:
"They also talked about Sister Yue'er."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"The female companion in yellow said that she has a way to separate you from Sister Yue'er. Then, the guy with the broken leg will have a chance!"

"What!" Yang Zhen's face changed, and she was furious in her heart: "What are they trying to do!"

Following the little thing's description, the scene from an hour ago unfolded in front of him...

(End of this chapter)