Bai Jingjing glanced at her old brother who was shrunk together again, and couldn't help but feel helpless for her brother's incompetence, and sighed and said, "Don't worry, your little lover is breathing normally, and it should be fine." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Song Wanying was anxious, and when she heard that she was fine, she was a little calmer, and suddenly remembered that Bai Jingjing said that Zhang Yang was her little lover, and she couldn't help but blush. It's really angry, happy and ashamed.

Song Wanying does have a good impression of Zhang Yang, she rarely really touches boys, although she has only known Zhang Yang for a short time, the contact time is shorter, and Zhang Yang is younger than herself, but Zhang Yang's provocative words from time to time and the maturity that does not match her age really pulled the fourteen-year-old love strings in Song Wanying's heart.

But Bai Jingjing said it at this time, which really made Song Wanying ashamed.

But thinking that the annoying Bai Yu was beating his own idea, he didn't say anything against Bai Jingjing.

What does silence represent?

Maybe it's a tacit acquiescence, or maybe it's just something out of nothing.

Zhang Yang was stunned by lightning, but he was still conscious. Because the protector function of the Taixuan Sutra blocked this blow for him.

Although there is no danger to life, it is inevitable to suffer sin.

He felt a burst of electricity flashing through his body with a silver-white arc of electricity, and he was numb from the electricity, and he had no strength to stand up, and he couldn't open his mouth when he wanted to shout, let alone run the mana in the dantian.

At this time, he felt the golden light of the Taixuan Sutra on the spiritual platform, and began to receive the arc of electric current in his body. It's like a stream of water flowing towards a vortex with endless suction.

After a while, the current was absorbed, and the current absorbed at the same time was running high inside, and at the same time, it began to transmit a stream of air to Zhang Yang's limbs, which was similar to his own mana, but it was more powerful, but it gave people a feeling that it could not last.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes, and naturally saw a few people guarding him in the wind and rain.

Wind and rain, thunder and lightning raging, seeing Song Wanying's eager and anxious eyes, Bai Jingjing's indifferent and calm face, although Bai Yu's kid was far away, and hugged his body and trembled, but he didn't hide in the sleeping bag to enjoy the blessings.

This made Zhang Yang also a little moved. They are now in a cooperative relationship, and all the contradictions are contradictions among the people. The world is more harmonious when the heart is concerned.

Zhang Yang wiped the rain from his face and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I usually pretend to be forced too much, and I was struck by lightning." Everyone is worried and deeply disturbed. ”

"Senior brother, you're really fine, it's all nonsense."

Song Wanying stretched out her slender hand, but retracted it again, afraid of being electrocuted again, but she hesitated for a while, then stretched out her hand and put it on Zhang Yang's forehead, wanting to see if this guy had a cold and burn.

Bai Jingjing looked at Zhang Yang motionlessly, not knowing what she was thinking, but Bai Yu said in surprise and regret on the side: "Damn, this kid is not human, right?" Not even thunder can kill you. ”

What was even more surprising happened, Zhang Yang's eyes came out with a red light, he got up and stood up, threw his arm, and moved his muscles and bones.

The rain-soaked clothes clinged to his body, and he could see that his muscles were bulging, as if he were breathing. Zhang Yang's blood is now surging, and his body is rushing, so he wants to find someone to fight and consume the mana on his body.

With whom to fight?

Fighting with Bai Yu, that kid is not an opponent now. Fighting with Bai Jingjing, Zhang Yang is really not sure. Bai Jingjing also has Dao Gate mana, especially the Qingmang Sword is haunted, and the Qingmang cut iron and gold, even if she has great strength, she is not as invulnerable as a giant python, and she will definitely dismember her whole body into one hundred and eight pieces.

What were you thinking before you were struck by lightning just now?

At this moment, another howling wind blew, and several people were swept back a few steps, and even the tent was almost torn.

That's right. Didn't you just want to block that outlet?

Zhang Yang looked around, and now the two boulders that were used to block the wind gate-like mountain pass were exactly the same, so without saying a word, he walked over, holding a boulder with one hand, and lifting two stones that were impossible to lift with his hand.

Facing the strong wind, he walked towards the mountain pass, and when he got closer, he held his hands and made two sounds, and the two boulders filled in between the wind gates, blocking a lot of wind.

Then Zhang Yang pulled up a huge tree with lush foliage and put it down on the mountain pass, and the boulder and branches and leaves finally blocked the mountain pass. The wind in the clearing was much less, and it was no longer cold in the tent.

Song Wanying and the Bai brothers and sisters opened their eyes wide, their mouths were round, and they watched Zhang Yang doing these things incredulously.

Is this Zhang Yang a man or a god? Or does he have a spell to ask Thor?

After Zhang Yang completed all this, the power was almost consumed, and the chaotic air flow in his body began to flow back slowly, and Zhang Yang lost his strength again, fell to the ground and fell asleep.

The rain was still falling, but the wind was noticeably lighter. When there was no wind, it was much warmer in the tent. Bai Jingjing beckoned Bai Yu to come over and carry Zhang Yang to the tent. Bai Yu was obviously unwilling, but he still did it slowly.

Song Wanying and Bai Yu also returned to their sleeping bags, and only Bai Jingjing stayed by Zhang Yang's side to meditate and breathe.

Song Wanying said worriedly: "White girl, you won't attack my junior brother, right?" ”

"Hmph, who do you think of me Bai Jingjing?"

Bai Jingjing's eyebrows were upside down, and she snorted coldly: "Even if you want to teach him a lesson, it is fair and open, and his brute strength is not worth the back of this girl." ”

Song Wanying was scolded by Bai Jingjing, but she was not angry. As long as Bai Jingjing doesn't secretly play a black hand on Zhang Yang, it is nothing to be scolded for a few words. So he slept peacefully.

The night rain hit the tent with a deafening sound. Perhaps because they were too tired, except for Bai Jingjing, the three people except Bai Jingjing fell asleep, and there was a slight snoring sound, but then it was muffled by the sound of rain.

When Bai Jingjing saw Zhang Yang in a coma, she was very interested in this young man.

Since everyone knows this young age, there have been many strange stories about him. He has a fairy root, which makes the Taoist immortal master extremely important, and he made a grand occasion of receiving disciples with millions of people for him in the poor mountains and bad waters, but then for some reason he was driven out by the Taoist priests on the road, and then entered the Confucian Gate. As soon as he arrived in Longquan City, he bravely shot the defenders and challenged the Momen Dashao.

And none of this can shock Bai Jingjing.

But just now, Zhang Yang obviously let the thunder split, but he was able to come back to life, and his strength doubled, which really made Bai Jingjing incomprehensible. She knew that this was no ordinary spell to ask the gods to go to the gods. There must be a greater secret in this young man that no one knows.

Bai Jingjing didn't know whether it was right or wrong to find Momen Baby this time and involve this kid? What if what you are looking for falls into his hands?

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