Genius commoner

Chapter 190 The sound of flowers blooming

For the rest, let's go together!

This night was destined to be a heavy page in Long Shuo's extreme path. Four unknown boys appeared brazenly when the building of the Longgu camp was about to collapse, fearless of life and death, fearless of consequences, with a pair of iron fists, a dagger, and a bamboo knife, Brutely breaking the overwhelming advantage of the three gangs, dozens of the bravest and fiercest fighters were all killed or injured in their hands.

Now, the surviving kid, not only did not have the slightest timidity in the face of the two priests who were recharging their energy, but also urged them to go together. Xuan's arrogance and domineering, they wished to hack Ye Zixuan to death, but there was an unspeakable awe in their hearts.

One person, one knife, clamoring for three gangs, how arrogant?How heroic is it?
Looking at the blood slowly flowing down from the ring, and the lingering turbid breath, everyone seemed to hear the sobs of their dead companions.

At this moment, in addition to the anger of Qing Wushuang and the three gangs of children, Ye Kuangren and nearly a hundred big brothers were also moved. These old people with rich experience in the world clearly knew that the strength Ye Zixuan displayed now was no longer a simple domineering skill. To describe it, that is the heart of a real strong king, otherwise he would not be able to achieve this arrogance and calmness.

Concubine Song Si frowned, she had felt this kind of breath from her uncle, so she felt extremely disgusted with Ye Zixuan.

The cold wind howled in, shaking the hearts of those present.

"You, you, go together."

Ye Zixuan stood upright in the middle of the arena, the knife in his hand was stained with blood, and it fluttered in the wind, there was a sound of rustling, against Ye Zixuan's tall and straight figure, his usually cynical face, at this time it unexpectedly gave people A feeling of arrogance, like a god or a demon, who despises all things in the world: "Don't waste time, I still have to eat supper."

Arrogant!furious!
Although Tang Xueyi's battle was beyond everyone's expectations, and he did not expect that an unknown guy could carry Longzhuang to worship, but everyone present still did not think that Ye Zixuan could survive to the end, and his left arm was still wrapped in gauze, which showed that Ye Zixuan Xuan was injured, and in this state, it would be more dangerous to fight against one, but it would be fatal to challenge two.

But seeing Ye Zixuan standing like a javelin, they couldn't help being in a trance, feeling that this is not a guy who can be easily defeated, plus the miracles created by Ye Zixuan and the others, everyone's eyes are more There was a glimmer of hope, among which the eyes of Long Gu's disciples widened even more, and the blood that never passed away gradually burned.

Kong Xiaohan raised his head slightly, his eyes were bright with stars.

Bai Qiuhua also murmured endlessly: "Little guy, sister loves you so much."

Long Gu glanced at each other with a knowing smile in his eyes. Both of them knew that Ye Zixuan was taking advance as retreat, and challenged the two to go together. Why are they so rigid? They would definitely not join forces to win the victory. Arrogant, but actually murderous at every step, Long Aotian and Gu Dafo couldn't help but lament Ye Zixuan's youth and maturity, and at the same time they made a decision together.

They took back the posts from Tang Xueyi.

"Ignorant boy, let me teach you a lesson."

At this moment, the nun in Tsing Yi shouted sharply, a handful of Buddha dust flashed out of her hand, and with a flash of her body, she arrived at the ring in an instant.

Ye Zixuan licked his lips: "One, not enough."

The nun in Tsing Yi stopped talking nonsense, and Fochen pointed at Ye Zixuan: "Shoot."

At this moment, the gazes of the two people became cold and sharp, locked tightly like a flash of light, Shitai Kuhua, once a dazzling star presided over Jiuhua Mountain, with extraordinary skills, profound Taoism, and many followers. Ten years ago, a strong man came to challenge her for an important position in the association.

The strong think they have the chance to win, and they don't want to get the reputation of being bullied by the big, so they ask Kuhua Shitai to propose a decisive battle method. Kuhua Shitai uses a very simple way to solve the battle. She asks someone to cook a big pot of hot oil , When it boils, just put your left hand in, and then tell the strong man, he will stick in with himself, and whoever endures for a long time will win.

The strong surrendered directly, and Kuhua Shitai became famous in the first battle, but she left Jiuhua Mountain the next day and passed the host position to the eldest disciple. When the world reappeared, it was Qingmen's ancestral hall. She simply became a secular person. In the past few years, she has hardly had much contact with the outside world, but the nunnery on Mount Jiuhua has become more and more resplendent.

Ye Zixuan didn't know her well, but looking at the regenerated flesh on her gloves, she knew that she was a character not easy to provoke.

While thinking about it, Kuhua Shitai shouted again: "Shoot!"

Ye Zixuan didn't think any more, moved his footsteps, and charged towards the dead flowers with a knife.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The withered flowers didn't stay in place to wait, and when their face sank, they carried the fly whisk to fight. As the distance between the two continued to shorten, beams of sharp air currents collided with each other in the air, bringing a burst of chill, and the entire arena With the momentum of flying sand and rocks, Ye Zixuan's clothes are flying, combining strength and softness, showing the incomparable demeanor of a young man.

Under the impact of the cold wind, the green clothes of withered flowers also made a sound of hunting. She was unearthly but sharp. She was merciless to Ye Zixuan and swept away the army with one move. She decided to face Ye Zixuan's sharpness head-on. This move contained [-]% strength , So when the three thousand white silks were swept out, the air seemed to be torn into pieces, and Ye Zixuan felt even more pain in his skin.

Ye Zixuan's saber slammed into Fuchen's blade, and a brute force instantly spread through their arms.

Ye Zixuan flew away obliquely like an electric shock, a mouthful of blood surged in his heart, the nun in Tsing Yi also shook her body, and stepped back a few steps lightly, she hurriedly stretched out her tongue to suppress the blood that followed, the collision just now was like sparks hitting the earth Well, the nun in Tsing Yi never expected that the young Ye Zixuan had such strength, so she suffered a small loss.

It would take at least half a minute for her to recover her fighting ability.

If you do not have this time to adjust your breath, the consequences will be quite serious!But the nun in Tsing Yi believes that Ye Zixuan's situation will only be more miserable than her own, and she will be sent flying by [-]% of her strength, even if she does not die, she will be seriously injured. She seems to have foreseen that Ye Zixuan's mouth is full of blood. Exhale a long breath, and then let the breath be even.

Unexpectedly, it took only one breath, Ye Zixuan bent his feet and shot up again, the speed was like a shooting star, he seemed to know that Fuchen was adjusting his breath, so he took this opportunity to fight again, the nun in Tsing Yi's face changed slightly, However, it soon became quiet again, holding the whisk tightly and ready to go, Ye Zixuan, who was on the way, suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

When Fuchen subconsciously froze, Ye Zixuan rushed over like a sly rabbit again, the range of this rush was surprisingly long, a distance of more than three meters, and the corner of the mouth of Master Kuhua immediately pinched Buddha Chen. With a wave, her cultivation base has reached the state of being able to send and receive freely, Ye Zixuan also swung the saber, and the two weapons collided fiercely in mid-air.

A series of chirping sounds rang out incessantly.

After several tricks, the two separated, each with blood around their mouths.

Withered Flower Master said coldly: "Zi Zixuan, if you have this ability, you will die tonight."

Not far away, Bai Qiuhua called out, "Zixuan."

When Ye Kuangren frowned, Song Sifei was very happy with the current situation.

Ye Zixuan coughed and smiled, "It's just a warm-up, it's not time to die yet."

In fact, he knows that Kuhua Shitai is already a quasi-grandmaster-level skill. If he moves up, he can become a grandmaster who established a mountain. His skill and will are beyond ordinary people's imagination. If his left arm is not constrained by the factor of a gunshot wound, he may be able to calm down Resisting her attack, but now, he glanced at the old wound soaked in blood, a little hesitant.

But he has always been a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death, not to mention the safety of Longgu's children, Ye Zixuan must fight to the end.

At this moment, Bai Qiuhua suddenly shouted: "Zixuan be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, the yellow-clothed monk who had been standing still all the time suddenly jumped onto the ring, without any nonsense, he gathered all his strength and kicked Ye Zixuan.

The violent power raged, shaking the eyes of many people. Ye Zixuan, who couldn't dodge, showed a pain on his face, but the result that the monk in yellow wanted did not appear. Although he kicked the opponent's waist, but It seems that the power of kicking on the cotton was weakened by at least half, and it didn't directly break Ye Zixuan's waist.

And Ye Zixuan's body was not kicked away by him, Ye Zixuan was like a willow growing on the ground.

Sway with the wind.

When a flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the monk in yellow, Ye Zixuan had already grabbed his foot and wrapped it around it.

One punch!
The monk in yellow is worthy of being the enshrinement of the Qinglong Gang, and he is not inferior to the withered flowers. Even when he is distracted, his body will take a defensive posture. His left hand is instantly placed in front of his chest, and Ye Zixuan punches him in the chest , hit his left hand with great force, the fist burst instantly, and the monk's hand beads instantly shattered, and fell to the ground.

A look of pity appeared on Ye Zixuan's face, if this punch hit the monk in yellow on the chest, there would be no suspense in this battle.

While thinking about it, the monk in yellow pressed out his right hand, Ye Zixuan blocked it with his left hand, paired palms together, and the two of them flew backwards.

Ye Zixuan fell directly to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the monk in yellow also staggered, gritting his teeth tightly to stand still.

Kuhua Shitai's face turned cold: "Bao Qinglong, why did you make a move?"

"A long battle is not good, it's better to end it as soon as possible."

The monk in yellow said lightly: "We are here to win tonight, not to speak morally to our opponents. You and I must be worthy of the Three Gangs."

Withered Flower Master shouted too loudly: "I'm enough to deal with him!"

"Ye Zixuan, the teacher is right, you are only at this level, you will die tonight."

The monk in Huang Yi ignored her, just stared at Ye Zixuan and said coldly: "I'll give you 3 minutes to get up, if you can't get up, I will kill you directly."

The reason why he threw beautiful words was that he also suffered a lot of internal injuries and couldn't move for a while.

Bai Qiuhua shouted: "Zixuan!"

When Tang Xueyi and the others were about to rush up, Ye Kuangren also stood up straight and stared at him: "Ye Zixuan, get down if you can't fight."

Ye Zixuan ignored Kuhua Shitai's words, nor did he care about Ye Kuangren and Bai Qiuhua's shouts, he quietly looked at the cold night sky, his mind was sober like never before.

The eyes also become clearer virtually.

He suddenly saw clearly an ant crawling past, felt the blood gurgling in his body,,,,

Ye Zixuan said very calmly:
"Master, have you heard the sound of flowers blooming?"

In the next second, he turned over and stood up. The wind in the middle of the night felt a little cooler.

(End of this chapter)