Yang Zongjing was dressed in white, and he was spotless. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As soon as I stepped out of the door, there was a fierce momentum.

Sure enough, his bearing is extraordinary and outstanding.

But as soon as he spoke, his bearing turned into nothing in an instant.

"Yo, isn't this Yang Qian?" Yang Zongjing's expression changed, and he suddenly smiled meaningfully, "Such a fierce person, you want to learn from me." ”

Yang Zongjing deliberately accentuated the tone of the four words of discussion, and anyone could hear the sarcasm.

"Fight with me, are you worthy?" Yang Qian still had a cold face and said sarcastically.

Who knew that Yang Zongjing was not angry, and smiled: "I am naturally unworthy, I can't bully a waste, right?" Yang Qian laughed as he spoke.

Yang Hao, who was standing next to Yang Zongjing, heard this, nodded his head, and said: "Brother Zongjing is very right, learn from him, and if he wins, he will be gossiped about." ”

Yang Qian didn't seem to hear the conversation between the two, and his gaze fell on a maid ring behind Yang Zongjing.

She is the falling moon.

It looks like a shy flower, sinking fish and geese. I don't know how much more beautiful she is than Xiaohong, but Yang Qian doesn't have a good impression of her at all, but is extremely disgusted.

Luoyue seemed to sense Yang Qian's unkind gaze, but instead of being afraid, she took a few steps forward with a smile, stood beside Yang Zongjing, and said tauntingly: "Young Master Yang Qian, although you are a young master, you are not even as good as a subordinate when you are raising a family, and you don't hurry up and leave while Young Master Zongjing is not angry." It ruined Young Master Zongjing's mood, and it was not so easy to leave at that time. ”

After that, Luoyue glanced at Yang Zongjing proudly, and Yang Zongjing did not reprimand her, but looked at Yang Qian mockingly.

Anyone ridiculed and insulted Yang Qian, Yang Zongjing felt very comfortable in his heart.

However, as soon as Luoyue's words fell, her smile suddenly froze.

She only felt a flower in front of her eyes, and ten heavy slaps had already hit her in the face.

The hot pain, tears, and suddenly flowed down.

"It's not a subordinate's turn to speak here." In a flash, Yang Qian had already returned to the distance and said coldly.

Just now, he used the Easy Step and the Lightning Hand.

With the guidance of the sloppy old man, although Yang Qian's leisurely steps have not yet reached the realm of the old man's supernatural realm, he has also improved a lot.

It seems like a long time, but in fact, it's just the blink of an eye.

Even Yang Zongjing was a little surprised, because even he didn't see clearly how Yang Zongjing got in front of Luoyue, slapped Luoyue in the face, and then returned to the same place.

"Young Master Zongjing, you have to make decisions for me." Luoyue's face was already red and swollen, and she cried.

Although Yang Zongjing was surprised by the speed that had just been shown in front of him, in his eyes, Yang Qian was still a waste.

He never showed mercy to a waste, and he never sympathized.

"You're looking for death!" Yang Zongjing was already holding his breath. Fang Cai Xiaofu was beaten, which had already made him lose face in front of Yang Hao, and now, Yang Qian actually slapped Luoyue in front of him, if he didn't teach Yang Qian a good lesson, where would he put the face of the first generation of the younger generation of the Yang family?

Yang Zongjing's expression was cold, his toes touched the ground, and the whole person was like a swallow, and he lightly pasted towards Yang Qian, with a palm of his hand, and greeted Yang Qian with a palm.

After all, Yang Zongjing is a martial artist sixfold, which is three times higher than Yang Qian.

Yang Qian didn't dare to be careless, feeling the split palm wind, Yang Qian didn't take it hard, he stepped away with a leisurely step, and his body dodged this palm with a shake.

A palm missed, and Yang Zongjing was a little anxious.

The sixfold warrior actually let a waste avoid a palm!

It hurt his arrogant pride. The palm is more urgent and the strength is greater, but no matter how he palms, Yang Qian can always dodge the past with a leisurely step.

After a few rounds, Yang Zongjing's face was a little unbearable.

He simply withdrew his palm, stepped back half a zhang, stared at Yang Qian coldly, and said, "It turns out that Yang Qian can actually cultivate, it's really strange." However, I just want to see how far you have come. Now, you're ready to climb out of here. ”

The words fell, Yang Zongjing was imposing, and the powerful aura of the martial artist sixfold emanated.

I didn't see how it moved, his figure flashed, and he swung out a palm, and before Yang Qian could react, he had already received a slap in his chest.

The body flew out, his throat was sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

What a speed!

Yang Zongjing almost teleported to his side. Yang Qian didn't have any time to react at all, and there was no possibility of dodging.

Knocked Yang Qian away with one palm, but Yang Zongjing did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and stood not far away smiling at Yang Qian.

"Yellow stage three-stage martial arts, close approach." Yang Zongjing joked: "Although your footwork is subtle, in the face of absolute strength, it is nothing. ”

Yang Qian slowly got up from the ground, and Yang Zongjing's palm was not small, and until now he still had a pain in his chest. However, he didn't care about the pain in his chest, snorted coldly, and sarcastically said, "Genius? Compared to a true genius, you are a few streets away. ”

Yang Qian has seen many geniuses.

Which of the disciples of the Divine Pavilion is not a genius?

A character like Yang Zongjing doesn't even have the qualifications to enter the Divine Pavilion.

When Yang Zongjing was said by Yang Qian, his face immediately looked bad. Genius is his capital and the source of his pride. He does not allow anyone to belittle or insult his genius.

Yang Zongjing snorted coldly, glanced at Yang Qian, and said, "It's better than a waste like you." Yang Zongjing made another sudden approach, and punched Yang Qian in the face.

Blasting Yang Qian away.

Still in front of me in an instant. It's still catching people off guard.

Yang Qian was punched, but laughed instead of anger, and said, "What's the matter, your heart is empty?" Geniuses also have times when their hearts are weak? ”

Yang Qian's repeated challenges to Yang Zongjing's bottom line have made him unbearable.

The figure flashed, and suddenly appeared in front of Yang Qian again, and another punch slammed into Yang Qian's face.

Yang Zongjing's punches were extremely fast.

But this time, Yang Qian didn't let him succeed. The lightning hand is used, and the hand shadow flashes continuously.

Bang!

Yang Qian's palm grabbed Yang Zongjing's punch.

"You're nothing more than that." As soon as the words fell, Yang Qian's elbow was slightly retracted, and he pushed out violently and let go of his palm. With the power of the reverse thrust, Yang Qian's body retreated.

But Yang Qian's figure did not stop, and with a backhand, he pulled out a stainless steel sword from the weapon rack in the courtyard.

The carefree step unfolded, and in the blink of an eye, it was already close to Yang Zongjing's body.

The sloppy old man's "carving dragons and painting phoenixes" appeared in his mind, the sword light flashed, and with a few swishes, Yang Zongjing was crushed by the sword light as soon as he was dressed in white.

After carving a set of dragons and painting phoenixes, Yang Qian calmly retreated.

On the other hand, Yang Zongjing's clothes have been torn out of some big holes, and from a distance, it can be seen that those broken places are just pieced together into two words - stupid!

Stupid words on the chest.

The word is in the back!