My Martial Arts Can Train Themselves

In the boudoir haunted by dark fragrance.

A beautiful woman was too frightened and pale.

But still brought hot water to wash the feet of a man with broken hair in black.

"Comfortable, try harder."

The man sat on the edge of the bed and enjoyed the warm hands in the water.

He took a sip of wine and then wanted to see the corner of the room where two men with bare arms fainted.

When the man saw the two men, he couldn't help laughing: "here, it's also called black armour Army..."

Dong Dong!

There was a sudden knock at the door.

"Who?"

The man frowned.

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

Suddenly quiet down, you can hear the voices of several scholars chanting poems in the downstairs lobby.

The man noticed something wrong and kicked the woman away. But just as he was ready to wear his shoes and leave, the window broke open and a human shadow came in.

Bang.

There was a lot of noise.

It's Yang Yi!

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

For a moment, thunder surged.

The man was caught off guard and punched in the chest, but the punch didn't seem to hurt as expected.

The strength of Yang Yi was roughly judged, and the man was a little determined.

When he saw that Yang Yi's fist failed, he punched again, laughed loudly and said, "die!"

The strength of moving mountain territory is pushed to the extreme.

It's also a positive blow back.

Two fists collided.

all-powerful.

But it's not what men think.

It was his own fist. At the moment of touching Yang Yi's fist, it was as brittle as bean curd residue. It was broken inch by inch, and the sound of broken bones crackled.

"Ah!"

The man screamed with tears in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly found that Yang Yi's momentum soared in vain.

The surging strength gushes out like a tide, and there is even a terrible concentration of mental power!

After confirming that the other party was just an ordinary mountain moving place, Yang Yi no longer kept his hand, turned his fist into a palm, pasted his body, put his finger on the joint, showed his strength, and wasted his other hand.

Then press the palm of your hand on the other party's head and smash it to the ground.

Boom!

The floor collapsed.

They fell to the first floor.

The violent movement caused a lot of exclamation.

Yang Yi stood up from the ruins. He didn't kill because he wanted to ask questions.

But now the man with broken hair who fell in a pool of blood has lost his hands and one life.

Whew, whew!

Suddenly, several silver needles came from afar.

Yang Yi is also a poison expert. He can see that these silver needles contain strong poison.

As soon as the eyes condense, the mind condenses, forming an invisible barrier in front of the body.

When the silver needles penetrated the barrier, their speed slowed down a lot. As soon as Yang Yi brushed his hand, the silver needles changed their tracks and shot on the nearby column.

It's not over yet. Behind the silver needle is a thin figure.

It was the thin and weak scholar who recited poetry on the stage!

He is a member of the innocent gang.

This person looks thin and weak, but he is a genuine Tongqiao territory!

He was possessed by ghosts and ghosts. He swept away the dust and rushed in. He had a King Kong folding fan in his hand. The fan leaves were poisoned. His moves were very powerful. He drove Yang Yi back after a few breaths.

"Go!"

Two runes were thrown out.

Fall in the direction of Yang Yi.

Boom!

Half the attic collapsed.

Seeing this, the scholar took back his eyes and hurriedly looked at the condition of the man with broken hair.

"Childe!"

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

He howled loudly.

The scholar looks dignified. The injury is too serious.

"I want him to die!"

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

But climbing to the general suddenly stopped.

The scholar comforted: "don't worry, young master. I won't spare the murderer with me!"

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

Although he was only half conscious of the territory, he had good combat power. Otherwise, he would not have been selected by the childe from the imperial capital to form a sinless gang and play in the world.

Even if you can't fight, you can run away with a man with broken hair.

Just when the scholar thought like this.

He suddenly felt a chill behind his back.

It seems that a beast is lying quietly behind him!

A terrible snort came.

It made his hair explode in an instant.

The scholar opened the folding fan with wide pupils and immediately turned back to sweep away.

But as soon as the fan was opened, his wrist was pinched by a big hand. The big hand seemed to have infinite power. With a gentle grip, it flattened his wrist.

He cried out in pain. His seemingly strong defense was in vain in front of Yang Yi.

A force was quietly penetrated into the scholar's body.

It detonated with a bang.

The scholar's stomach heaved like a ball.

Then three explosions sounded at the same time.

The scholar has completely lost consciousness. After the distention, a large amount of strength escaped from his body and swept around.

The man with broken hair was dumbfounded at this scene.

It's better than a master of Tongqiao territory. In each other's hands, it's like a chicken?

What strength is this?

And something that made him feel creepy happened.

The scholar's skin wrinkled in a large area and finally became a mummy

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

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

He had no pain and was occupied by a feeling called fear.

Yang Yi is very satisfied with the lethality of Youling's skill. Even the flesh body in Tongqiao can't escape the fate of being steamed dry.

He looked at the man with broken hair pressed under the mummy, patted him, and asked softly, "where are your other two accomplices?"

"In, in... Shiqiaofang Yang's house..."

The man with broken hair opened his mouth for a long time and finally told the whereabouts of the other two people.

His eyes were so distracted that he dared not even beg for mercy.

Yang Yi frowned when he heard the speech. Did he steal his house?

Then he took the scholar's ring, grabbed the man with broken hair and left here, and quickly rushed to Shiqiao square.

……

Contrary to the bustle of dongyuanfang.

At this time, shiqiaofang was silent.

Occasionally, a few still light oil lamps and iron light spots in the dark.

Two figures, a man and a woman, the man's hands folded and holding Buddha beads, is an old monk. The woman is in a red skirt and has an enchanting figure. The two groups in front of her chest are ready to come out.

They stood on the tower overlooking the building.

"Is the old house of the Yang family over there? It's said that their family has a talent for cultivation. They have broken through the state of Tongqiao at a young age."

The woman frowned and talked with charm. Even the old monk couldn't help casting his eyes.

"Amitabha, it's a sin. It's just a hairy kid. It's unfortunate for him to meet me. If he has talent and hasn't grown up, don't be afraid."

The old monk gradually took back his sight and didn't put Yang Yi at ease.

Except for the famous young master, there are no master of Huanian in the Yang family.

And he is full of knowledge and understanding. The big Yang family doesn't let him come and go freely? This is a famous tea merchant in Qingzhou. There must be a lot of wealth

"Giggle, then look forward to the master of dream interpretation."

The woman smiled and brought her body closer. Although she had just moved to the mountain, with this move, she also joined the innocent gang.

"Ha ha, it's easy, Hongyun. Watch it. I'll come as soon as I go."

The old monk named jiemeng laughed, stepped out in the air under the woman's chicken blood, and went straight to the Yang family's old house