"I said let you eat, you have to eat. Raymond Wharton shouted at Ji Qingcheng: "Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude to you." ”

"You're welcome?" Ji Qingcheng slowly stood up, turned to face the two of them and said, "Do you still want to do it with me?"

"You're right. Shiro Miyamoto took over the conversation and sneered: "Since you are so ignorant, then I have to capture you first." As he spoke, this guy quickly ran towards Ji Qingcheng.

Ji Qingcheng squinted his eyes and waited for him, seeing that he was still more than half a meter away from him, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards his chest, and couldn't help but scold, "Bastard, you are looking for death", and then saw her stride diagonally at her feet, shook her body to his left side, and then slapped him on the shoulder, slapping him out.

Shiro Miyamoto couldn't help but be surprised, he only felt a flower in front of him, followed by a heavy blow to his shoulder, and instantly involuntarily threw out, and after falling to the ground, he felt that his body felt like a falling shelf, especially where he was hit, his bones felt like he was cracking.

"Mr. Miyamoto, how are you?" Raymond Wharton hurried over and lifted him up from the ground.

Shiro Miyamoto shook his head and said with an ugly face: "I'm fine, this woman is not simple, it seems that we all underestimated her strength." ”

"Teacher Ji played well!" Xiao Jin flapped his wings and shouted on the side.

However, Ji Chengcheng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, because she was worried that Tie Fusheng would be hurt by them again, so after repelling Shiro Miyamoto, she took half a step back to Tie Fusheng's side. But it is clear that Shiro Miyamoto and they have no intention of settling things down.

Shiro Miyamoto said angrily: "Little guy, you can call it." Wait until we clean up this woman, catch you and fix you!"

"Hmph, it's just you, you still want to catch me, I think you're impatient!" Xiao Jin got angry, and suddenly spread his wings as he spoke, and fanned at Miyamoto Shiro and them wildly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the force of the flapping of the little golden wings formed a small storm, rolling up the yellow sand in the sky, and swept towards the two of them. The two hurriedly took a few steps back, raising their arms to block their eyes, so as not to blow the wind and sand into their eyes.

"Mr. Miyamoto, it can't go on like this, I'll deal with this little guy, and you can deal with the woman. Raymond Wharton said with a frown.

"Good. Shiro Miyamoto agreed, and then jumped forward, dodging the direction of the wind and sand, and went around Ji Chengcheng.

Raymond Wharton, on the other hand, faced the wind and sand and rushed towards Xiao Jin.

But Kim was undaunted, and saw it leap forward, glide up, and fly over Raymond Wharton's head and behind him. However, it also seemed to know that with its current ability, it could not fight the opponent in close combat, so it ran to the side and continued to fan the wind and sand, sweeping towards Raymond Wharton.

Raymond Wharton was furious, but there was nothing he could do with the little gold, it was like a slippery loach, no matter how much he chased it, but he could not touch a single hair of it. It's not that his kung fu is bad, it's just that Xiao Jin is running, jumping, and gliding too fast.

At the same time, Miyamoto Shiro had come to Ji Chengcheng's body seven or eight meters in front of him again, but this time Ji Chengcheng took the initiative to attack in order to protect Tie Fusheng, only to see her stepping on the gang cloth fight, her feet slowly moving forward, her hands slowly playing a set of fist punches like a storm, rolling up a piece of yellow sand, and finally condensed into a spherical wind sand, wrapping her, and slamming towards Miyamoto Shiro.

Unexpectedly, when she arrived at Shiro Miyamoto's side, this guy's body shook and disappeared. Immediately after his body twisted, he appeared behind her, and pulled his elbow back, as if drawing a bow, and then punched it according to the spherical sandstorm.

His punch was like a sharp arrow bursting out, and it exploded the wind and sand ball with a "bang", but Ji Qingcheng in it accurately grabbed his fist, followed by a kick that was as fast as a kick, and frantically kicked him in the chest seven or eight times, and finally let go of his fist and kicked him out with one kick.

This time, Shiro Miyamoto fell to the ground with blood pouring from his mouth and nose, apparently seriously injured.

At this moment, Raymond Wharton saw that he couldn't catch Xiaojin in a short time, so he simply didn't entangle with it anymore, bypassed it directly, and quickly ran to Tie Fusheng's side to catch him.

At that time, Tie Fusheng, who was originally unconscious on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly kicked Raymond Wharton's calf, only to hear a "bang", Raymond Wharton, who was caught off guard, was firmly kicked in an instant.

No one thought that Tie Fusheng was poisoned by the golden snake, and even Miyamoto Shiro said that he was sentenced to death, but he was able to wake up unharmed, and sent a fierce blow to Raymond Wharton, who was not at all defenseless.

Suddenly, Raymond Wharton felt that the calf that had been kicked by Iron Resurrection felt as if it had been hit hard by a hammer, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even stand on his feet, and his whole body involuntarily fell towards Iron Resurrection.

Iron Resurrection kicked Raymond Wharton in the chest again, and the guy instinctively crossed his arms into a cross to block his chest in order to fend off the incoming kick. Then he was kicked away by Tie Fusheng.

"Come back to life, you're awake. Ji Qingcheng turned around and came to him, grabbed his hand tightly, wept excitedly, and said affectionately: "I knew that you would be fine!"

Tie Fusheng wiped the tears on her face and said softly, "I'm sorry Teacher Ji, I'm worried about you." ”

"It's fine if you're okay. Ji Qingcheng burst into tears and said with a smile.

"It's great that you're okay. ”

Xiao Jin glided to Tie Fusheng's side, and said hatefully: "You don't know, these two shameless villains took advantage of the fact that you were unconscious just now, and they fought against us. It's so hateful, you've got to fix them hard. It's better to kill them, it's always a scourge to keep them!"

Tie Fusheng nodded and said, "Don't worry, Xiaojin, even if you don't say it, I won't let them go easily." ”

While they were talking, Shiro Miyamoto struggled to Raymond Wharton, who had fallen to the ground, helped him up, and asked, "How is Mr. Raymond? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. ”

Raymond Wharton shook his head and asked with a dark face: "Didn't you say that this kid would definitely die? How can you look at his current appearance, there is nothing at all? If you hadn't said so sure, I wouldn't have been able to be successfully attacked by him and suffer such a big loss!"

On the surface, the guy looked like nothing was going on, but in fact both arms and the calf that had been attacked were in terrible pain. Especially the calf, if you look closely, you will find that it is still trembling slightly.

But this guy is still quite tough, and he didn't even snort. And he is now secretly running qigong to dredge the meridians and relieve pain.

"This ...... Ahem, I don't know. ”

Shiro Miyamoto shook his head in embarrassment, wiped a handful of blood from his mouth and nose, turned his head to look at Tie Fusheng, and said in wonder: "Boy, you have been poisoned by the golden snake, how can you have nothing to do at all? According to reason, you will definitely die, and you will never wake up." ”

"Nothing is impossible, it's just that you have small eyes and little knowledge. Tie Fusheng sneered: "Last time I let you escape, it was your luck. This time, he dared to fight Xiaojin's idea without dying, but he didn't have such good luck. ”

"Hmph, stinky boy, don't talk so much. Last time, if I hadn't been defenseless, it wouldn't have been so easy for you to seriously injure me. Now that I'm wounded, it's not so easy for you to kill us. ”

Raymond Wharton chimed in: "Yes, this time the two of us have joined forces, and it is not certain who will kill the deer." ”

Tie Fusheng took off the backpack on his chest, put it in Ji Qingcheng's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Then don't talk nonsense anymore, let's see the real chapter under our hands." As he spoke, his figure shook, and he rushed towards the two of them.

The distance between the two sides was only seven or eight meters away, and almost instantly, Tie Fusheng came to the two of them, waved his fist, opened his bow left and right, and smashed it into the chest of the two.

"Good time!" the two shouted, and then launched a fierce counterattack.

I saw that Raymond Wharton suddenly took half a step back, followed by a step forward, and slammed his fist towards Tie Fusheng's fist, as if he was planning to fight him to the death.

And Miyamoto Shiro also took half a step back, and then saw him with a sinister smile on his face, and he also swung his fist at Tie Fusheng.

In an instant, Tie Fusheng and Raymond Wharton's fists collided solidly, and the latter was hit by him and took a few steps backwards, and an unnatural flush suddenly rose on his face, while Shiro Miyamoto just pretended to shake his fist, and then took another half step back, but the side of the communicator he was wearing on his wrist suddenly burst out with a white light like a silver needle.

Tie Fusheng had just repelled Raymond Wharton, and he was still wondering what Shiro Miyamoto was pretending to do, but he suddenly felt a hint of danger, which was purely an instinctive sense, so he hurriedly dodged sideways, but it was too late!

The speed of this white light that Miyamoto Shiro sneaked up on was too fast, especially since the two of them were very close, even if they wanted to dodge, it was too late.

In an instant, he felt a numbness in his shoulders, and couldn't help but be surprised, glared at Miyamoto Shiro angrily, and said loudly: "Miyamoto Shiro, you dog offal, what did you do to me?"

As he spoke, he felt that most of his body began to numb, his mind was dizzy, and his heart was secretly bad.

Tie Fusheng never expected that he would be negligent and be plotted by Shiro Miyamoto, and he was immediately angry, eager to crush this guy to ashes. However, when he noticed that his body was numb, he hurriedly used his internal qi to resolve this bad feeling.

Shiro Miyamoto smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just a super strong anesthetic injection for you." ”

Tie Fusheng pretended to be dizzy, and scolded angrily: "You...... You shrunk, it's so despicable and shameless!"

However, in fact, in secret, his skill and the power of the Yin and Yang Fruit in his body had begun to exert force, and the feeling of numbness in his body and dizziness in his mind had gradually weakened. Of course, on the surface, he pretended to be about to die, swaying his body to paralyze the other party.

Ji Qingcheng ran over, grabbed his arm, and hurriedly asked, "Resurrection, how are you?"

Tie Fusheng gave her a slightly calm look, and whispered: "I'm fine, don't worry, teacher." ”

"Hehe, stinky boy, whatever you scold, anyway, you have now been hit by my super strong anesthetic and become fish on the chopping board, even if you scold your throat, no one can save you today. And this woman next to you will also die. ”

Shiro Miyamoto looked at him for a long time and sneered: "Of course, as long as you can tell the secrets of your body, such as the origin of the two large and small parrots, and the secret that can make plants grow wildly, we can consider sparing your life." ”

Raymond Wharton nodded and agreed, "Miyamoto is right, boy, if you want to save your life, you must tell us your secrets honestly. Otherwise, even if I don't say anything, you can imagine the consequences. ”

"What's the secret? I don't even know what you're talking about. You two embarrassed and unconscionable dogs will not die well!" Iron Fusheng cursed, and suddenly his body shook violently and fell to one side, and there was no movement when he lay on the ground.