The best little cook

The magic light in Fang Zichen's beautiful eyes flashed, and his look became more dignified. Seeing the powerful power of this move, he chose to retreat for the first time.

Click!

Zhang Ye stepped on the ground where Fang Zichen had just stood. The floor tiles with higher hardness than diamonds cracked instantly, forming cobweb like cracks.

Hiss!

Fang Zichen can't help but take a breath of cold air in the dark.

What a fierce power, what a strong body.

"Brother Zhang, your move is really powerful. It's just that I wonder why your physical strength and strength have reached such a level even though your realm is slightly inferior to mine? "

Fang Zichen asked faintly, and suddenly a heart warming gun came. His figure was like a dragon snake, and his white training suit was hunting.

"Ha ha, I really don't know. Maybe it's different between men and women."

Zhang Ye laughs and doesn't want to reveal his secret. He just lies and blocks Fang Zichen's heartwarming gun. At the same time, he blows back his fist.

"Hum, since brother Zhang doesn't want to answer, why use such a bad excuse to prevaricate me?"

Fang Zichen's face sank, and he killed him again.

"Everyone has a secret. I just don't want to be rude to the beauty."

Zhang Ye light says, see move to dismantle move.

"What if I want to know?"

"Then you can be my woman, when you and I are intimate, I will have no secret to you."

"Well, you want to be my man? Well, as long as you win me, it's not without discussion. "

"Ha ha, Miss Fang, we have a deal."

Crackle!

A few minutes later, the two figure suddenly separated, and dozens of rounds of fighting, still equal.

After more than ten minutes of exploration, they had enough understanding of each other's strength. They were separated on both sides and looked at each other. They felt like heroes.

"Brother Zhang, you should be careful. I won't keep my hand this time."

Fang Zichen said, the move changed again, and returned to the previous posture of swimming in the eight trigrams palm, but at this time in her body, there was a surging momentum, and her eyes were full of vitality and war spirit.

"Great momentum!"

Zhang Ye's mental power is greatly open. He clearly sees Fang Zichen's terrible momentum hovering on his whole body. It's like a snow-white tiger with ferocious fangs. The king's momentum even stirs the heaven and earth.

"Since Miss Fang is like this, I'm not polite."

Boom!

With the voice landing, Zhang Ye no longer hides his momentum, and tries his best to release it.

Compared with Fang Zichen's tiger like momentum, Zhang Ye's strong imperial power turned into a giant dragon in an instant. He was proud of the world and hovered above the sky. The giant longan looked down on everything in the world mercilessly.

Fight between the dragon and the tiger!

Heaven and earth suddenly changed color, whistling wind gradually, blowing two people's hair and clothes, whistling.

Shua!

Fang Zichen was the first to attack again, and her internal power had been fully opened. The speed of her figure was twice as fast as that just now. Seven or eight meters away, she grabbed it in one step, and the eight trigrams palm took it fiercely.

"Well done!"

Zhang Ye roars again, and he doesn't beat around the bush with Fang Zichen. He urges the inner power of the lake in Dantian to rush into his fist madly, and smashes the fist out.

Boom!

Their fists collided again.

At the same time, Zhang Ye and Fang Zichen only felt as if their bodies had been smashed by a huge force. Their Qi and blood were rolling, and their bodies were trembling slightly, but they didn't stop. At the same time, they urged their internal forces to kill each other again.

Bang Bang

After a few punches again, both of them clenched their teeth and forced the boiling blood in their bodies to fight for life and death.

"Sweet heart gun!"

The square purple dust roars a, the internal power of the whole body a drop didn't leave of infuse into the fist in, fiercely to open wild blast to kill to come over.

"Kungfu!"

Zhang Ye didn't have any pity at this time. The water of the internal power lake had been completely drained by him. He rushed into his arms crazily, and the power of collapsing sky went all out to kill Fang Zichen's fist.

Boom!

The two men's strongest fists finally collided with each other, and the surrounding air was torn in an instant. The terrible style of fists blew their hair and clothes clattering, and they were almost torn to pieces by the terrible style of fists.

Poof!

Two people at the same time spurt out a mouthful of blood, the corners of the mouth have evoked a smile of satisfaction, pale face without the slightest blood, the body is about to fall down.

After all, Zhang Ye's body should be a little stronger. When he saw that purple dust was about to fall, he subconsciously stepped forward and stretched out his arms.

Soft jade and warm fragrance!

Fang Zichen's soft and weak body fell into his arms. They both sat on the ground, and the corners of their mouths were overflowing with red blood."Brother Zhang, today's battle between you and me is worth living."

Fang Zichen said faintly, but seemed to feel that there was something wrong in Zhang Ye's arms. After two struggles, he felt that he didn't have the slightest strength, and his pretty face turned red.

"I'm the same. I feel very lucky to fight with you."

Zhang Ye said, pulling the corners of his mouth to smile, but it is involved in the internal injury, severe cough a few.

"Well, let's stop talking and try to adjust our breath."

Fang Zichen struggled to come out of Zhang Ye's arms and sat on the ground with her knees crossed. But there was a strange sense of loss in her eyes. She didn't even notice it.

"Well, I'll protect the law for you."

Zhang Ye nodded and said.

"Good."

When Fang Zichen saw such a gentleman as him, he was also slightly moved. He nodded and closed his eyes.

At this time, an extremely disharmonious voice came suddenly, with a demon like tone of sarcasm:

"chatter! I'm sorry to disturb you, because you are all going to die here today. "

Shua Shua!

With this annoying voice, several strangers suddenly appear in front of Zhang Ye and Fang Zichen.

The leader was a young man in his twenties. His face was as pale as paper, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. He was wearing a black cloak and had three small blood colored leaves embroidered on his chest.

Behind him, there were four people in the same costume as him, but they were all silent, with the mask of evil spirits on their faces. They could not see what they looked like.

Only different from young people, there is only one blood leaf on their chest.

Obviously!

This young man has the highest status among them.

"Sick childe, Jiang mubai, how can it be you?"

Zhang Ye was stunned, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes suddenly gushed out a light sense of killing.

Because he suddenly felt a familiar feeling from Jiang mubai, which was the blood and madness he had experienced in Wulian.

In a flash!

Zhang Ye suddenly understood something.