Chapter 1618 Chapter 196: Clothes are not as good as new

Yun Xiaoxiao didn't expect that Yang Fan would be so decisive in his shots. Before he could take his posture, Yang Fan leaned close to him like a beast.

Obviously, the other party was not interested in talking, and just wanted to knock him down with the fastest speed, and this also aroused Yun Xiaoxiao's arrogance, and he greeted him with the touch of both palms.

As an outstanding disciple of the new Yun family, Yun Xiaoxiao has practiced martial arts since he was a child, with a solid foundation, and his extraordinary aptitude at the age of fifteen has made him a rare rival among his peers.

Although Yang Fan is about the same age as Yun Xiaoxiao, the latter has the upper hand no matter in terms of size or breath. Even if he responds in a hurry, a pair of cloud palms will still be slapped with fierce fists in the future.

But I don’t want Yang Fan’s fist to revolve, transforming from a tiger’s shape into a crane shape, **** a claw hook, like a return wind blowing a willow, with the surging force of a cloud palm, the claw hook is undercut like a volley hitting water, and it is like a five-clawed golden dragon , The magic of extremely deification.

In Yun Xiaoxiao's eyes, the whirling claws were faster than lightning, and he didn't even have time to return his palms to meet him, so he could only hurriedly fold his arms to block, hoping to use the power of blocking to open the distance and then do care.

But for a personal short hitter like Yang Fan, blocking means losing position, and losing position is about the same as losing.

Yang Fan, who has extremely high fighting wisdom, understands what his advantage is, and understands what he will face if Yun Xiaoxiao is moved away. Therefore, he sacrificed the idea of ​​quick victory with a killer move and controlled the attack frequency to just enough to fight. The condensed aura is not to the extent that there is an interval between recruits and moves, and a double-stroke continuous play is like an old monk entering a set, as if there is no end at all.

The wings of a crane are like the wind, and the claws of a tiger are like electricity.

Throwing, hanging, thrusting, and grabbing, in line with Yanshen's footwork, Yun Xiaoxiao was beaten back and forth again and again, but he never got out of Yang Fan's fist control.

After blocking another Fengyan fist pecking at her right temple, Yun Xiaoxiao was severely hit on her left rib. It is not clear how many times she was hit by Yang Fan. Although it was not a critical point, it made him Very humiliating.

Being pressed and beaten by someone whose realm and strength were not as strong as his own, Yun Xiaoxiao became increasingly unable to control his emotions.

Obviously, as long as the distance is pulled, an opponent who can be overthrown by a set of spiritual skills has pushed himself into desperation.

Yun Xiaoxiao desperately wanted to get this fight back on track, and his intention to get out of the battle became more and more obvious.

And the more obvious the intention, the more flaws, the more flaws, and the more times he was attacked. After just a few dozen breaths, Yun Xiaoxiao was full of colors. Although the wounds weren't too deep, they really consumed energy.

Knowing that this situation would undoubtedly be defeated, Yun Xiaoxiao planned to take risks, and after an elbow hit Yang Fan, he had to flee as soon as his legs climbed.

Yun Xiaoxiao, whose attention was all focused on fleeing away, didn't realize what kind of killer move Yang Fan hid behind him with an elbow.

Before he had time to retreat, he heard a faint tiger roar. Yun Xiaoxiao in the air seemed to be hit by a siege hammer in his chest. His consciousness immediately lost his consciousness. After flying over ten feet in the air, he hit the rocky beach.

Such a fierce movement finally disturbed the garden, only to hear the sound of reading suddenly stop, and the courtyard door opened. He was a slender middle-aged scholar with a bunch of curious eyes behind him.

The middle-aged scholar had a gentle and firm gaze, waved the children back to the house, closed the door and turned around to look at Yang Fan, who was naked to the upper body not far away, and the stranger who fell further on the rocky beach.

Although Yang Fan has grown into a fierce warrior now, he still looks like the immature boy in front of Mi Bai. Seeing Mi Bai come out, he still hastily asked for his credit: "This man must be an evil tiger gang thug. He suddenly appeared and was defeated by me! "

Looking at the comatose's obviously superhuman clothing fabric, Beibei laughed and shook his head, rolling up his sleeves and stepping forward: "How can the evil tiger gang have such good fabrics, you, it's too reckless."

"what!?"

After being reminded by Mi Bai, Yang Fan hurriedly turned around, only then noticed and hurried forward to help.

Together with Mi Bai, he carried Yun Xiaoxiao, who was unconscious, to the medicine room. Lu Xuening, who was still a girl, looked at the patient and wondered: "This has a long circulation and strong physique. How can someone be beaten up? "

Yang Fan scratched his head, not knowing how to explain.

Seeing the embarrassment of her apprentice, Lu Xuening immediately understood, and said helplessly: "It's all skin injuries. It won't take long for him to wake up after he is bandaged."

After speaking, Lu Xuening went to the front hall for consultation again, as was the case in the chaotic place, lacking everything but never lacking sufferings and diseases.

When Yun Xiaoxiao woke up, he found himself lying in a place full of medicinal smell, but out of the alertness of wind media, he did not open his eyes immediately, but quietly waited for all consciousness to return to the body and thought about the current situation.

Just thinking about it, I heard a clear voice ringing in the room.

"Hey, open your eyes when you wake up, I see your fingers move!"

Yun Xiaoxiao, who wanted to analyze for a while, heard this and could only wake up like an appointment. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the young man who had severely injured himself beside the bed.

He was so scared that he hurriedly waved it out, but he didn't even touch the other's hair.

"It's really rude! I just bandaged the wound for you, so I will do it on me when I wake up?"

Yang Fan, who jumped away, protested against Yun Xiaoxiao with dissatisfaction.

"These wounds are all given by you!"

Yun Xiaoqi knotted, gritted his teeth.

"Ah, then we are even, and we owe nothing!"

Yang Fan waved his hand generously and said, "Let's talk about it, what is the noble son like you, why come to the slums of Jijiang City?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Mi Bai!"

Thinking that there was still business, Yun Xiaoxiao suppressed the anger in his heart, and said solemnly.

"Huh? Why are you looking for my husband?"

Yang Fan, who had just let go of his hostility, frowned when he heard this.

"Entrusted by Dean Wushuang, please Mr. Mi to go to Wushuang City!"

Yun Xiaoxiao directly explained his intention.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Hearing Wushuangcheng, Yang Fan's eyes lit up and complained.

"As soon as I showed up, you started your hand at me!"

Yun Xiaoxiao was furious.

"I came out of such a martial arts sacred place, is it reasonable to be knocked out?"

Yang Fan opened his mouth slightly: "It's incredible!"

Yun Xiaoxiao, who was almost fainted by the anger, was reluctant to talk to Yang Fan anymore, put on his torn coat, and went to see Mi Bai.

After Daoming came, the middle-aged scholar asked a little strangely: "Mi Bai did have an old relationship with Grandmaster Void, but he has never met with Dean Wushuang. I don't know why I asked him?"

"This junior doesn't know it, but the dean said that when he saw Mr. Mi, he would know it well with a word."

Having said that, Yun Xiaoxiao stood up and said with a serious face: "I will be the Ling Juding, looking at the mountains and small mountains. In the past, Yuntai dreams will come true, seek old friends to get drunk."

Hearing these words, Mi Bai lost consciousness for a long time, and her consciousness seemed to float back to that period of presumptuous years. The young man was drunk on the top of the mountain and said incongruous dream vows.

After more than ten years, the scene that I thought had been forgotten, suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)