Sunlight streamed in through the windows of the library, casting a figure on the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Judging from the shadow on the ground, it should be a woman.

Yang Qian only glanced at the shadow on the ground, and then refocused his attention on martial arts. Because whoever came to the library had nothing to do with him. As long as he chooses a suitable martial art, his goal will be achieved.

However, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, Yang Qian does not want to make trouble, but there are always people who want to trouble him.

"The first waste of the Yang family also came to the library pavilion?" Suddenly, the light footsteps behind him stopped, and a delicate and mean voice came, "The Book of Historical Poetry should be on the left, here...... Well, the label says martial arts. ”

This voice Yang Qian is all too familiar.

It's Yang Xue.

Yang Xue is the eldest daughter of her second uncle Yang Wei, and she is also fifteen years old this year. Yang Xue and Yang Zongjing are not fuel-efficient lamps, and in the Yang family, these two people have never given Yang Qian a good look.

Especially this Yang Xue, she hates Yang Qian even more. Everywhere is aimed at making things difficult for him.

A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Qian's mouth, and he picked up a book of martial arts casually, and said without replying: "I naturally know that there are martial arts here...... You're stupid, and don't think I'm as stupid as you are. ”

Yang Qian's tone was flat, without the slightest anger.

Hearing this, Yang Xue was not angry, only surprised.

Yang Qian, whom he knew, didn't dare to talk to her like this. Yang Xue smiled slightly and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, but my mouth is a little sharper." ”

While speaking, Yang Xue suddenly snatched the martial art in Yang Qian's hand, and at the same time, a domineering wind struck, and the jade palm attacked, and Yang Xue suddenly made a move on Yang Qian.

Yang Qian's face was slightly cold, his feet were leisurely, his body turned into an afterimage and retreated half a foot, and said sarcastically: "Sneak attacks are not a good habit. ”

Yang Xue wanted to knock the eye-catching Yang Qian away with one palm, but she was annoyed when she looked at this person!

Unexpectedly, Yang Qian dodged it.

Yang Xue was surprised, and did not make a move again, and said, "I can only escape, and it is not a good habit." ”

Yang Qian smiled, but ignored Yang Xue. His gaze swept over the bookshelf again, and suddenly, Yang Qian's gaze fell on the bottom left and bottom corner of the most inconspicuous bookshelf.

"Huh?" Yang Qian sighed and slowly squatted down.

I saw that in that corner, there was a yellowed martial arts book.

The reason why Yang Qian noticed it was only because there was a strange mark on a book - in the center of the cover, a flame was burning.

The book was covered with dust, but the flame seemed to be burning, unusually bright.

Yang Qian was even more surprised in his heart, picked up the martial art, brushed off the dust on it, and on the right side of the cover, next to the flame, four big characters appeared.

"Fire eats the world." Yang Qian read out those four big characters in a low voice. I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart.

Just the name of this martial art, you can hear a might!

Yang Qian's heart moved, and he said to himself: "That's it." ”

Yang Qian was just about to put away his martial arts, but Yang Xue didn't know when he came to his side, snatched the "Fire Devouring Qiankun" over, and said with a smile: "I'll see what it is......"

Yang Xue's eyes lit up when she saw the words "Fire Devouring Qiankun", and said, "What a domineering name." It's very suitable for Brother Zong Jing. "After that, Yang Xue is going to put away "Fire Devouring the World".

"Hey, there's always to be a first-come, first-served first, right?" Yang Qian was a little angry. This Yang Xue doesn't take him too seriously.

Yang Qian didn't want to meet her, but Yang Xue obviously didn't think so.

"Anyway, it's useless in your hands, over there, the historical poetry scriptures, read more, and take the literary exam in the future." Yang Xue said with a smile. But no one could hear the disdain in those words.

Who doesn't know that now martial arts are respected, and martial champions are the pillars of the country. And Wen Zhuangyuan, instead of being appreciated by people, will be ridiculed.

Yang Xue's words were obviously laughing at Yang Qian.

"How do you know I'm useless?" Yang Qian's voice cooled. The carefree step unfolded, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yang Xue, and reached out to snatch it from "Fire Devouring Qiankun".

Yang Xue saw Yang Qian disappear in place, she was not slow, and her figure dodged the palm snatched in front of her in a single turn.

Yang Xuejiao laughed, put away "Fire Devouring the World", and said with a smile: "I'll play with you." As soon as the words fell, one palm passed through Yang Qian's palm, and the other jade hand struck Yang Qian's chest with one palm.

Yang Xue shot extremely fast, and Yang Qian couldn't dodge. In desperation, Yang Qian had no choice but to take two steps back in a row to avoid this palm.

However, after all, Yang Xue had already reached the fifth level of martial arts, and he was a few points stronger than Yang Qian in terms of cultivation and actual combat experience. Yang Qian flew back, the corners of Yang Xue's mouth rose, and he didn't see how he moved, a long whip was swung out, snapped, and slapped on Yang Qian's face, and in an instant, there was a bloody mark on Yang Qian's face.

Yang Qian only felt a hot pain in his cheeks, and without more time to react, Yang Xue whipped it again.

Yang Xue's whip method was sharp, and the air seemed to explode wherever the long whip passed.

Yang Qian was shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "I didn't expect this little girl's whip method to be so proficient!" Yang Qian walked as far as possible out of the attack range of the long whip, but Yang Xue's long whip was aggressive and had already forced Yang Qian to the position of leaning against the wall.

Yang Qian has no way to avoid it.

Yang Xue's long whip was like the wind, and Yang Qian was suffering from the fact that he had no weapon in his hand, and he didn't dare to take the attack of the long whip.

Seeing that the long whip was about to be whipped on his face again, Yang Qian's heart was horizontal, and he unfolded it again, and at the same time, the lightning hand reached out and grabbed the long whip directly.

Yang Qian's palm touched the long whip, only to feel a strong force that made his palm hurt hotly. Fortunately, Yang Qian's ability to endure pain was extraordinary, and he actually grabbed the long whip in his hand.

Once Yang Qian grabbed the long whip, he didn't plan to give Yang Xue a chance to attack again. With the palm of your hand, let the long whip wrap around the palm of your hand, and pull it hard.

Yang Xue suffered such a big change, only to feel that her body stumbled, and the whole person was pulled by a strong force and quickly hit Yang Qian.

Yang Qian snorted coldly, and just as Yang Xue was pulled in front of him, his left hand clasped Yang Xue's right wrist and shook it hard, Yang Xue only felt that his wrist was numb, and the long whip came out of his hand and was snatched away by Yang Qian.

Yang Qian, who had snatched Yang Xue's long whip, did not stop there, and the lightning hand was used again, grabbing Yang Xue's hands with his left hand, and holding the long whip in his right hand and quickly wrapping around Yang Xue's wrist.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Xue's hands were tied firmly.

"It's a pretty girl, don't do it at every turn. Men love gentle women. Yang Qian stared at Yang Xue with a smile, and touched the scar on the left side of his face that was drawn by the long whip with his right hand.

This Yang Xue is really ruthless!

Yang Xue listened to Yang Qian's words and gritted her teeth with hatred.

How had she ever been treated like this? The hatred for Yang Qian in his heart became a little stronger.

"When did this shit get so bad?" Yang Xue glared at Yang Qian viciously, she was not convinced, she was unconvinced, she was subdued by a waste!

Yang Xue only felt humiliated in her heart, but she couldn't show this humiliation in front of Yang Qian.

"Give me back that martial art, and I'll let you go." Yang Qiandao.

"Want?" Yang Xue snorted coldly, then laughed again, and said, "Take it yourself." ”

"You'll have to tell me where it was." Yang Qiandao.

"On me," Yang Xue was still smiling, but there was a little more playfulness in her smile, her tied hands were raised, she pointed to her chest, and continued: "It's right here, if you have the ability, you can take it." ”