My Martial Arts Can Cultivate By Myself

Chapter 254

Secret fragrance lingers in the boudoir.

A woman with a nice face was overwhelmed and pale.

However, hot water was called to wash the feet of a man with broken hair in black.

“Comfortable, try harder.”

The man sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the warm hands in the water.

He took a sip of wine and then wanted to look at the corner of the room where two shirtless men passed out.

When the man saw these two people, he couldn’t help but sneered: “That’s it, it’s also called the Black Armor…”

Boom boom boom!

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

“Who?”

The man frowned.

There was no reply outside the door, and there was no other movement.

Suddenly it became quiet, and several literati chanting poetry in the lobby downstairs could be heard.

The man noticed that something was wrong and kicked the woman away, but when he was about to leave with his shoes on, the window broke through and a Daoist came in.

Damn it.

There was a lot of movement.

It is Yang Yi!

He rushed into the room and punched the man for the first time.

In an instant, thunder light surged.

The man was caught off guard and punched in his chest, but this punch didn’t seem to hurt as much as he thought.

After roughly judging Yang Yi’s strength, the man felt certain.

Seeing Yang Yi’s unsuccessful punch, he punched again and laughed loudly: “Looking for death!”

The strength of moving the mountain boundary urged to the extreme.

It also hit back with a frontal punch.

The two fists collided.

Destroyed.

But it was not what the man had imagined.

It was his own fist. The moment he touched Yang Yi’s fist, it was as crisp as tofu dregs, shattered from inch to inch, and the sound of broken bones crackled.

“what!”

The man screamed heartbreakingly.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that Yang Yi’s momentum had skyrocketed in vain.

The surging power gushes out like a tide, and there is even a terrible concentration of thought power in it!

After confirming that the opponent was just an ordinary moving mountain, Yang Yi no longer kept his hand, turned his fist into a palm, and swam his body close to it, with his fingers on the joints, his strength came out, and his other hand was also abolished.

Then he held the opponent’s head with the palm of his hand and slammed it to the ground.

boom!

The floor collapsed.

The two fell to the first floor.

The violent movement caused big exclamations.

Yang Yi stood up from the ruins, because he wanted to ask questions, so he didn’t kill him.

However, the man with broken hair who fell in a pool of blood at this moment had lost his hands, and his life went five or six.

Shoo!

Suddenly, several silver needles were shot from a distance.

Yang Yi was also considered a poison master, and he could immediately see that these silver needles contained highly poisonous.

The eyes condensed, and the power of thought condensed, forming an invisible barrier in front of him.

When the silver needles penetrated the barrier, their speed slowed down a lot. With Yang Yi’s hand, these silver needles changed their trajectory and shot on a nearby pillar.

This was not over yet, and immediately after the silver needle was a thin figure.

It was the thin scholar who had previously chanted poems on stage!

He is a member of the Innocence Gang.

This person looks thin and weak in appearance, but he is a real mastery!

His Movement Technique ghostly, pushed away the dust and mist, and rushed forward, with a Vajra folding fan in his hand, and the fan blades quenched the poison. The movement was quite powerful, and after a few breaths, Yang Yi was forced to retreat.

“go!”

Two runes were thrown out.

Falling in the direction where Yang Yi Dun walked.

Boom!

Half of the attic collapsed.

Upon seeing this, the scholar withdrew his gaze and hurriedly inspected the condition of the man with broken hair.

“The son!”

The man with broken hair fell in a pool of blood.

Howling sharply.

The scholar’s face was serious, the injury was too serious.

“I want him to die!”

The man with broken hair struggled to get up from the pool of blood.

But the climb stopped suddenly.

The scholar comforted: “Don’t worry, son, I will not spare the murderer!”

He showed a faint smile, not only to give the man with broken hair confidence, but also to his own strength.

Although he is only half-reading the Aperture Realm, his combat power is good, otherwise he would not be selected by the prince from the imperial capital to form an innocent gang and play the world.

Even if you can’t beat it, you can run away with a man with broken hair.

Just when the scholar thought about it.

He suddenly shuddered behind his back.

It seems that a beast is lying silently behind him!

A terrifying snort came.

Makes his hair explode instantly.

The student’s pupils opened wide, opened the folding fan, and immediately turned around and swept away.

But as soon as the fan was turned on, his wrist was pinched by a big hand, which seemed to have infinite power. A light grip squeezed his wrist.

He screamed in pain, and his seemingly strong defense was useless in front of Yang Yi.

A strength was quietly penetrated into the scholar’s body.

Detonated with a sound.

The scholar’s belly swelled like a ball.

Then the next three explosions sounded at the same time.

The scholar had completely lost consciousness, and after the swelling, a large amount of energy escaped from his body and swept around.

The man with broken hair was dumbfounded at this scene.

Strong as a master of the Aperture Level Realm, in the opponent’s hands, is actually like a chicken?

What kind of strength is this?

And something that made him feel that the horror had happened.

The scholar’s skin wrinkled extensively, and eventually became a corpse…

With a smile on his face, Yang Yi put the corpse on the man with broken hair who was about to get up. The corpse seemed to have infinite weight and directly crushed it.

The man with broken hair opened his eyes and fell into the dirt.

He has no pain anymore, and his whole body is occupied by feelings called fear.

Yang Yi was very satisfied with the destructive power of the Wandering Technique, even the physical body in the Tongqiao Realm could not escape the fate of being steamed dry.

He looked at the man with broken hair under the mummy, patted him, and asked softly: “Where are your other two accomplices?”

“Yes, in…Yang’s house in Shiqiaofang…”

The man with broken hair opened his mouth for a long time before finally telling the whereabouts of the other two.

His eyes were dizzy, and he didn’t even dare to beg for mercy.

Yang Yi frowned upon hearing this. Did this steal his house?

At the moment, he took the scholar’s ring, caught the man with broken hair and left here, and hurried to Shiqiaofang quickly.

…

Contrary to the excitement of Dongyuanfang.

At this time, Shiqiaofang was already silent.

Occasionally, a few of them still lighted the oil lamps, ironing out the light spots in the dark.

Two Daoist shadows, one man and one woman, the man puts his hands together and holds the prayer beads, he is an old monk, and the woman is dressed in a red dress with enchanting body, and the two groups on his chest are ready to emerge.

They stood on the tower, overlooking the building.

“Is the Yang family’s old house right there? I heard that their family has a cultivation genius who has broken through the Tongqiao state at a young age.”

The woman frowned, she was so charming when she spoke, even the old monk couldn’t help but cast his eyes.

“Amitābha, guilt and guilt, it’s just a hairy kid. If you meet Lao Na, if he is unlucky, no matter how talented he is, he hasn’t grown up yet, so you don’t need to be afraid.”

The old monk gradually withdrew his gaze, and did not put Yang Yi at ease.

Except for this famous Young Master, the Yang family has no masters in Huanian.

And he is the Yang family who is full of consciousness in the Tongqiao Realm, and he is not allowed to come and go freely? This is a well-known tea merchant throughout Qingzhou, of which there must be a lot of wealth…

“Oh, then look forward to the performance of Master Dream Interpreter.”

The woman smiled and moved her body closer. Although she had only moved to the mountain, with this move, she was also involved in the Innocence Gang.

“Haha, this matter is Yi Er, Hong Yun, you are optimistic, Lao Na will come as soon as he goes.”

The old monk called Dream Interpretation laughed. Under the blood of the woman, he flew out in the air and headed straight to the old house of the Yang family…