"All the attacks bounce back to yourself, and you can't attack others at all......"

Yang Qingxuan spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, his face was full of horror, and he couldn't believe it, but all this in front of him had to make him believe it.

The other eight were equally dumbfounded, all standing on the street, somewhat at a loss.

Yang Qingxuan forcibly suppressed the internal injury, hugged his fist at the old man who sold sugar gourds, and said, "Big ...... Old man, what kind of place is this, what was going on just now?"

He wanted to be called an adult, but the old man in front of him did not have any force fluctuations, he was just an ordinary mortal, he probed it with his fiery eyes, which was absolutely true, so the "adult" on the side of his mouth swallowed it again and changed it to "old man".

"I don't know where this is, how did you get in?" said the yellow-haired boy in a milky voice.

Yang Qingxuan pointed to the sky above, and the huge wormhole phantom was still dormant in the sky, looming in the sky.

Butcher Zhang glanced up and said, "To be able to create such a huge spatial wormhole that leads to this place, I'm afraid that there is only the Ethereal Star Palace, you are all disciples of the Star Palace?"

Yang Wuxin preemptively said: "Below are the disciples of the Star Palace, we are the top ten champions of the Firmament Martial Arts, and we have been teleported here to rest. ”

"The sky is about martial arts?"

Several people around him had strange faces.

Some people in the shops next to them also poked their heads out when they heard the words "the sky talks about martial arts", but they only glanced at it, and then retracted their heads to do their own thing.

The old man selling sugar gourds muttered, "Have you put the rest place in the Heavenly Street, has the emperor been in the brain? Have you considered our feelings?"

The others also muttered and complained.

Yang Wuxin was furious when he heard this, and said: "The Heavenly Street was built by the first generation of the Emperor of the People, and it is still in the same vein as the Star Palace, isn't it normal to use this place as a place to rest in martial arts competitions?

", you are still the master of the Firmament Star Domain, even if your father is the Emperor of Humans, you are not the Emperor of Humans, what are you hanging? The Emperor of Men has a son like you, so it can be seen that he is not very good. The old man who sold sugar gourds snorted angrily, picked up the stick in his hand and hit it.

Yang Wuxin sneered, flapped his hand, and was about to shake the old man away.

He also saw it really, this old man did not have the slightest true yuan fluctuation on his body, and he could be sure that he was a mortal.

But Yang Wuxin's palm, as soon as it slapped into the air, it flipped over to himself with a "bang", and spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

"-, this, what the hell is going on?!"

Yang Wuxin went crazy.

But seeing that the old man's stick fell in a daze, it hit him on the head with a "bang", and then knocked it a few times in a row.

Although the knock was not heavy, with Yang Wuxin's identity and temperament, it was like hitting him in the face, where could he stand this kind of insult, and he roared and punched over.

It's just that this time he had a heart, and he didn't use any strength in his fist, and sure enough, there was a "bang", and the fist returned to him and shook himself out.

Yang Wuxin got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was even uglier than pig liver, and roared angrily: "What the hell is going on in this ghost place?!"

No one answered him, and others wanted to know.

At this point, everyone knows that in this heavenly street, if you shoot at the other party, you will definitely bounce back and hit yourself as it is.

Zhong Jie suddenly frowned and said, "If you hit others, it will bounce back on you, what if you hit yourself?"

The old man selling sugar gourds said: "If you can think of this, you are really a talent, you can try." ”

Zhong Jie flipped his palm and hit his chest, "bang", and a palm hit his chest firmly, shocking him to breathe and cough again and again.

"Haha. Zhong Jie's behavior immediately caused the residents to laugh together.

Zhong Jie's face was a little ugly.

No wonder those people in the Star Palace teleported them over so relieved, not worried about them fighting each other at all, it turned out that this was the case in the Heavenly Street.

But the nine people soon discovered the problem, why didn't this old man beat Yang Wuxin and was not rebounded?

Yang Qingxuan hugged his fists and said, "My lord, what is going on with this 'Heavenly Street'? ”

The old man selling sugar gourds glanced at Yang Qingxuan a few times, and said hesitantly: "You kid is good, but I'm not interested in talking about the old man, let's go." ”

As he spoke, he carried the stick with the sugar gourd and walked away.

"Hey, there's nothing to look at, it's all ugly men, scattered and scattered. The dusty woman waved her handkerchief, twisted her waist and left.

All ten of them sank their faces, and their thoughts in their hearts were surprisingly unanimous, "Ugly woman, you still say that I am ugly?

At this time, Butcher Zhang's wife circled around Lan Ningxu a few times, her brows furrowed deeply, and said, "Are you ...... You are...... That's not right......"

Lan Ning smiled faintly and did not speak.

Butcher Zhang's face was full of anger, and as soon as he grabbed his wife's arm, he pulled it into the store, and scolded angrily: "You shameless person, you actually look around the little white face!"

"How can I look at the little white face, you let go, let go!"

Butcher Zhang's wife resisted desperately, and the two pulled and scuffled, and when they entered the store, their voices became quieter and quieter.

The boy with the birdcage, the old woman selling chestnuts, and the others also dispersed.

Soon, the street became deserted, and only ten people remained, and the yellow-haired boy also jumped into the distance.

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly chased after him and said, "Don't go, kid, talk to your uncle." When he caught up, he grabbed the young child.

"I'm not talking!" the yellow-haired toddler struggled desperately.

Yang Qingxuan took out some small objects and lured: "Good friend, talk to your uncle, these toys are out." ”

The yellow-haired toddler said, "I don't play with toys, I want to eat delicious things." ”

Yang Qingxuan said: "Delicious candy? Uncle has no candy on him." ”

The young boy pointed at him and said, "I don't eat candy, I want to eat Dao Wen Dan, I smell the smell of Dao Wen Dan on your body, and it is also a perfect Dao Wen Dan, I really want to eat it." ”

As he spoke, the child's hara flowed down, and his face was full of longing.

Yang Qingxuan was startled, with a black line on his face, and said, "That thing can't be given to you, it's too precious, and there are few on my uncle." ”

The young boy snorted, turned around and left, muttering, "If you don't give Dao Wendan, you still want to set up information in vain, when I'm a three-year-old child, it's easy to deceive, right?"

As he spoke, he jumped up and down and soon disappeared in front of the street.

Yang Qingxuan: "......"

The update time is a little disordered these days, but there will be no less four more every day, and I will continue to ask for monthly passes and recommended tickets.

(End of chapter)