Gritting her teeth, Xia Ami desperately urged the power of illusion, but there was a tingling pain in the dantian, and a stream of blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, Xia Houqi had already launched the first move, and slapped Xia Ami's shoulder with all his might-

The whistling sound of the air brought by the palm wind could be heard as it passed by her ears.

Raising his hands to block, with a "bang", Xia Ami was pushed by the air explosion and slid back half a meter away.

The jacaranda petals in the sky floated in the wind, and in the confrontation between the two people, there was a faint atmosphere of solemnity.

"Ahem!" The girl lying on the ground coughed up another mouthful of blood, and looked at Xia Houqi's eyes, full of coldness.

The gap in strength is indeed insurmountable.

She clearly thought that the colic pain in her body made her whole body can't help but curl and tremble.

On the opposite side of her, after Xia Houqi made a move, he froze and did not make any further moves.

Then, immediately afterwards, he fell to the ground with his head in his hands, and began to wail with a voice of despair and great pain.

Seeing this, Xia Ami slowly got up, and was about to approach, when by the moon gate, Xiahou Yuan was attracted by Xiahou Qi's howl, and the first thing he saw was Xia Ami standing not far from Xiahou Qi.

Two people, one rolling on the ground and the other standing delicately, what happened was self-evident.

"Stop!" he shouted, and the person stood between Xia Houqi and Xia Ami in two or three steps.

He glanced at Xia Ami lightly, a little incredulous, but he didn't think much about it, so he helped Xia Houqi up, put his hands on his back, and entered the power of illusion to breathe the disordered aura in his body.

Xiahou Chun Xiahou Feng, who came in after Xiahou Yuan, saw this situation, Xiahou Chun rushed to his son without stopping, and Xiahou Feng swept back and forth on Xia Ami and Xiahou Qi several times.

With Xia Ami's cultivation, he would not believe that he could hurt Xia Houqi to that extent.

After briefly inspecting Xiahou Qi's injuries over there, Xiahou Chun almost roared and rushed to Xia Ami's side, glaring at her and saying, "What happened to your son? Why is his soul damaged?!"

In his opinion, Xia Ami is just a waste, and if he can damage his son's soul, he must have used some secret technique, but all secret techniques are a thousand injuries and eight hundred, and Xia Ami's injury has a reasonable explanation.

Xiahou Feng came over to hold him, lest he be too impulsive, after all, if you don't look at the monk's face, you have to look at the Buddha's face, and your father is still giving your son breathing, "Don't be too excited, maybe things are not what you think." ”

The difference in strength between Xia Houqi and Xia Ami is a full four stars, although the cross-level challenge happens from time to time, but this is also too different, not to mention that it seems that Xia Ami's injury is lighter than Xia Houqi, which is too strange.

Of course, Xia Ami had already started cultivating before returning to Xiahou's house, so the possibility of secret techniques could not be ruled out.

However, Xiahou Feng's words angered him even more, and with a wave of his hand, he shook off and held his hand, Xiahou Feng said: "It's not your son who was injured, of course you are not in a hurry!"

This is too much, if someone else would have slapped it a long time ago. Xiahou Feng paused in embarrassment, glanced at the isolated girl on the side, and said, "Second brother, don't be impulsive first, it's important to take Qi'er to seek medical treatment." ”

Xia Ami stood there, hearing the words, the hand on her side unconsciously clenched into a fist.

Here, she is a clown, a clown who is ridiculed, no matter how hard she tries, she will not let them take a second look, even in this situation, the nominal father who brought herself back ignores the injured her and cares about her nephew.

No one will pity her, and no one will care about her.

She should have understood this cognition a long time ago, but she still expects that with her biological father and mother, the situation will be different...... Blood, once again, slid down from the corners of his mouth, staining the white gauze, scarlet and hideous.