The ninth wonder of one person

Chapter 270 Continue
For a whole day, Jiang Xin was confiscating and transforming objects, while Yang Cheng took the two statues he had made overnight to find the group of Tangmen disciples from yesterday again.

After driving Yang Cheng over again in the afternoon, Tang Pengyun and others couldn't help being a little surprised: "Brother Yang, you have recovered from this night? Don't be so weak and pale like yesterday."

"No more." Thinking of his excessive exertion yesterday, Yang Cheng also felt a little embarrassed: "Yesterday was the first time I fought with your Tang Sect members, so I will inevitably be a little excited. I am ready today. Absolutely not!"

"Is that so?" Several people were taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "If that's the case, then it's started?"

"Pengyun, it was very difficult to see you win yesterday, why don't you continue to come today and give you a chance?"

"No need." Tang Pengyun shook his head and rejected the proposals of several people: "Last time I received some goods, you all go up, and I will just watch."

"Then you have to look after it." Seeing Tang Pengyun's refusal, several people didn't continue to persuade them. They just teased a few times, and then one of them walked out of the crowd and stood opposite Yang Cheng.

Five Treasures Bodyguard!
With a movement in his heart, the second qi of earth and wood was running smoothly, and the other three qi were constantly flowing in the body. When he stretched out his hand to urge him, a purple poisonous qi went straight to Yang Cheng like a poisonous snake.

He obviously watched yesterday's battle carefully, and found that Yang Cheng's body shield was dull and inflexible, and tried to add a negative state to Yang Cheng from the beginning.

But what he didn't expect was that Yang Cheng's strength had undergone a huge change in just one night, and the red agate-like qi mask still appeared, but what was different from yesterday was that with Yang Cheng's body As soon as he moved, the part of the qi mask that was contaminated by poison qi was peeled off like an eggshell.

Then Yang Cheng stretched out his hand, and a small statue was thrown several meters into the air, like a suspended camera, with Yang as the center point, faithfully feeding back everything in the surrounding circular area to Yang Cheng's brain .

"Huh?" Seeing the use of two different methods one after another, the Tangmen disciple couldn't help but a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Zhaodun floating in the air without a trace, but his face was calm, and he couldn't see the turmoil in his heart at all. .

Enclosure sparring is not suitable for the assassination sect of the Tang Sect, but they will not shrink back too much in the face of challenges. If they have civil support, if assassination is not enough, they will attack by force.

I don't understand what the function of Zhaodun is. This disciple didn't dare to approach Yang Cheng rashly. If possible, he would prefer to deal with Zhaodun who occupies a high position first. But now, it seems that there is not so much time. .

Yesterday at the post station with Tang Pengyun, Yang Cheng could be said to have fully utilized his means in close combat, and today he wanted to try something else.

With water and mud, a ball of mud was sucked into his palm between pumping and sticking. With the skill of the village's Yuanshou, strands of breath kept deepening, and a clay sculpture was formed in Yang Cheng's hands at an extremely fast speed.

For things like cannon fodder, adding grass and trees as meridians and bones can enhance its strength and long-lasting combat capability, but now it is just a discussion. In order to pursue speed, Yang Cheng directly molded it with clay, not seeking durability, just quick.

Seeing the yellow-brown soil rolling continuously in Yang Cheng's hands, the disciple of the Tang Sect couldn't help but think of the word "clay sculpture" that Yang Cheng mentioned before, and his heart suddenly moved, and he couldn't help looking at Zhaodun in the air: Clay sculpture. , this thing is made of mud, so what he is doing now is making clay sculptures? !

Watching Yang Cheng quickly shape a piece of soil with one hand, he instantly realized that he had wasted an extremely precious attack event just now, stepped on his foot, and wiped his arm on his waist without a trace, and a burst of silver rain pierced the air and go.

clang clang-

Holding a statue in one hand, Yang Cheng held a carving knife in one hand and kept flying in the air. The light of the knife continued, and he knocked down all the steel needles that hit him. That is the real target of the steel needle.

Whoosh—

With a distinctive sound of piercing through the air, Yang Cheng, who was several meters away from Zhaodun, was finally unable to rush to help, and could only control Zhaodun with all his strength, but was finally completely pierced by the menacing hidden weapon.

"It's solved." Seeing that Zhaodun fell from the sky like a headless fly, the disciple of the Tang Sect couldn't help flashing his eyes, and the stream of civil engineering was running, and he charged at Yang Cheng with a wooden spike in one hand.

Instant hit!

jingle--

The wooden thorns as hard as steel collided with the carving knife in Yang Cheng's hand continuously. Under the stream of earth and wood, without the protection of the second qi of earth and wood in the body, the poisonous qi could no longer grow at will, and the battle between the two continued again. Turned into hand-to-hand combat.

"Is it so hard to deal with? Fighting these people, I don't even have time to make a quick miniature statue." The blade is against the wooden spine, and the fist is against the empty hand. Not enough, the current means are not enough!"

Compared with Yang Cheng, seeing the movement of the clay sculpture in his hand stagnated, the disciples of the Tang Sect were moved: "It's done, the next thing to do is to defeat him, I'm not good at invisibility, but instant strike I am much better than that kid Pengyun in terms of skill."

With a slight movement of the corner of his mouth, his breath became deeper and deeper, and the wooden jab palms hit Yang Cheng densely like raindrops, and bursts of rhythmic wind sounded, deliberately, the rhythm in Yang Cheng's hands had already begun out of shape.

Beading can bring Yang Cheng's close combat experience to the extreme, but in the end the subject of the display is Yang Cheng himself, and the instant strike deceives the human body and consciousness, with dense and orderly but not sharp attacks as a foreshadowing, and finally explodes A final blow that was several times more violent.

boom-

The air pressure caused by the high-speed movement of the arm suddenly exploded, and the wooden thorns that exceeded the previous rhythm by several times passed by like afterimages. After a tearing sound of cloth, Yang Cheng only felt a chill in his shoulders.

Then, before he had time to react, he saw a palm piercing through his protective qi shield and hitting his hand with lightning speed, his muscles trembled, and the carving knife came out of his hand in an instant, and landed in an arc not far away on the lawn.

After doing all this, the Tangmen disciple drew back and put the wooden spikes away again: "You lost."

First, he picked up the half-hanging sleeves, and then looked at the carving knife on the ground not far away. Holding his numb arm, Yang Cheng finally nodded: "I lost. What is your move called?" ?”

"Instant strike."

"Instant strike." Yang Cheng picked up the carving knife and put it away, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "I remember."

"Continue tomorrow?"

"Okay, continue tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)