My Martial Arts Can Train Themselves

The courtyard was silent.

Everyone was frightened by the scene in front of them.

Mo Wuye was pressed on the ground by Yang Yi like a chick, spitting out thick blood in his mouth?

If it was a incense stick before, Shanghe must have thought it was a fool's dream, Mo Wuxie, but he could surpass the level to kill the existence of the moving mountain territory. To beat him without fighting back, he had to move to the later stage of the moving mountain territory.

But now, Yang Yi, who is just like him in the juding territory, catches Mo Wuye with one hand, making the latter unable to break free anyway.

The latter's frightened eyes seemed to pop out of his eyes.

It's really terrible. The young man who looks very gentle should be so cruel!

I don't know what kind of training I've experienced.

As a member of the gang, he is a little ashamed.

"Mr. Shang, now I finally know why the sect sent brother Yang alone, because he is enough." Ge Zhili smiled bitterly.

The nightmare of the rope fire gang was subdued on the ground by Yang Yi. It's still a little dreamy.

Compared with the shock of Shanghe and Ge Zhili, Mo Wuxie's men and horses are extremely frightened. Even their boss is rubbed on the ground. Where dare you resist? They abandoned their troops and fled.

"Is that over? You're not that strong." Yang Yi said deliberately.

He looked around, then smiled and stared at Mo Wuye, who had been struggling.

Now the other party is helpless.

He stopped procrastinating and fell with his other hand.

"Huh?"

Almost at the same time.

Mo Wuye's front teeth suddenly bite a green Rune Stone!

At the moment when his fist fell, Mo Wuye bit and exploded the Rune Stone. Suddenly, the terrible wave blew them apart.

Yang Yi rolled on the ground for several times. When he stood up, he felt his Qi and blood surge.

Obviously, the explosion just now caused him a lot of damage. Fortunately, he stopped at the critical moment and used his body method to avoid the key.

However, because of this hiding, Mo Wuye was able to get out of trouble and flash a light in the smoke.

A flying sword suddenly magnified, dragged the scarred Mo Wuye into a streamer and fled to the distance.

Yang Yi saw it and bent his fingers to eject a section of glittering and translucent silk thread.

However, it is still a step slow.

Mo Wuye successfully escaped with his flying sword.

Yang Yi has seen this flying sword.

It was the handle Zhou Wansu used when he ran away!

"These people are really involved in each other."

Zhou Wansu was involved with Mo Wuye, and Mo Wuye met Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng is suspected of breaking the seal of the cliff

Thinking of this, Yang Yi flashed a fierce look in his heart.

He knows the truth of weeding out the roots, not to mention Mo Wuye's involvement with Zhao Heng.

Yang Yi looked at the direction where the streamer disappeared and thought deeply.

……

Mo Fu.

Such a large mansion is extremely deserted.

There were several sparrows left in the courtyard.

But a streamer came, and a man covered with blood fell from it, which scared the sparrows away quickly.

"Chico, I want you to die!"

Mo Wuxie stood up shaking his body. The explosion just now made him beyond recognition.

The whole face has become flesh and blood blurred, flesh and blood and hair dust bonded together, looking extremely terrible.

But he had to do so. Yang Yi's strength was far beyond his imagination, and his strength had a strong suppression effect on him. If he didn't abandon the car to protect the handsome, I'm afraid he would be a dead man at the moment.

Mo Wuye gasped, turned around and didn't see the pursuer, and was relieved immediately.

He was careless. Unexpectedly, in addition to Zhao Heng and Liu Yang, there was a third person who could force him into a desperate situation.

What's the origin of this man? Why haven't you heard of him before?

Have you just returned from your trip?

Or have you been living in seclusion and practicing in isolation?

Whatever it is, for today's World War I, there is no evil trend that needs revenge.

"Calculate the time. It's time for Zhao Heng and Zhu Lao to come back. I'll find out your identity then!"

He repressed his anger and dragged his scarred body back to the hospital.

At this moment, a few broken rumors suddenly sounded in the quiet residence.

Several small explosive talismans came quickly.

It exploded when it was about to touch him.

Mo Wuye is scarred, but he can still dodge such a straightforward attack.

Jump over an eaves.

He stared at the direction of the little explosive talisman, but he didn't catch anything.

"Who are you looking for?"

The sound came from above.

Mo Wuye suddenly looked up.

An electric light fell sharply.

He quickly jumped away with his body method, and Yang Yi's fist fell on the eaves.

"Ha, if I were you, I wouldn't speak before I move."

Mo Wuye couldn't help laughing.

If Yang Yi hadn't made a sudden noise just now, he might not have dodged in time.

Boom!

He is laughing happily.

Thought he had escaped.

Unexpectedly, a very solid beetle Spirit fell from the sky and hit him right.

This hit was extremely strong, and the hard ground was broken. Mo Wuye only felt that he was out of breath in an instant, his bones cracked inch by inch, and there was a constant spit of solid-liquid mixture in his mouth.

Reluctantly struggled for a while, but the action was still sluggish and had no interest.

Yang Yi stood up from the ruins of the eaves.

The immediate result was within his expectation.

If Mo Wuxie had not been given an illusion that he could escape, he might have used his flying sword to escape.

If you look for it then, you won't know where to start.

He jumped from the eaves and came to Mo Wuye. After a while, he found the little sword in the pool of blood.

Carefully looking at the fine lines above, Yang Yi concluded that this is a third-order xuanbing, Lingyue sword!

Although Mo Wuye's strength is good, it's still very difficult to cultivate the third-order xuanbing in the juding realm. Even if he can use it, it will cause great damage to himself.

It is an ordinary third-order xuanbing. It is worn by the strong who have access to the orifices.

The original owner of the Lingyue sword was the plum palm courtyard of the Tingyu courtyard.

But Yang Yi estimated that when he broke through the mountain moving environment, he should be able to barely accumulate and raise.

For one thing, he has far more strength than his peers.

Second, his martial arts can be cultivated by himself without his trouble.

Ordinary people dare not raise xuanbing because they are afraid of delaying the progress of cultivation, but Yang Yi can have no such scruples within a certain limit.

Accept Lingyue sword with satisfaction.

Yang Yi continued to search again.

Soon, a stack of gold tickets and pills also fell into his hands.

These things can only be regarded as ordinary. In addition to these, Mo Wuxie also has a martial arts book.

"Green lotus crossing the river..."

Yang Yi gently wiped the blood stains outside.

He was impressed by this martial art. He had seen it on the third floor of zongmen Tibetan Martial Arts Pavilion.

At that time, the rough description was like a kind of evil skill.

It takes 50000 spiritual value to integrate and improve with Cabernet Sauvignon skill.

"Is there anything strange about this martial arts?"

Since Mo Wuye has this martial arts, Zhao Heng probably has it too.

Is this skill the reason why Zhao Heng wants to loosen the seal and arouse magic Qi?

With such an idea in mind, Yang Yi opened Qinglian du'e Sutra and carefully reviewed it