Chapter 607: Who Abused Whom

Finding that Su Qiubai actually put away the Xuanyuan Sword, Yuan Yangzi's anxious head jumped up, and he didn't choose what to say, so he scolded directly.

Su Qiubai was suddenly furious, turned his head and glared, and scolded: "Are you the master, or am I?" ā€

"Ugh!" Yuan Yangzi, who was roaring, was stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

The opposite person is not a peak, I saw him a senior, this is my master, the real immortal cultivation method I want to get, but I have to count on this Su Qiubai?

Knowing this, where did he dare to scold, and immediately changed to a flattering smile: "Master, I'...... It's also a momentary hurry. Oh, Master, that kid slashed you with a knife. ā€

There was no need for him to remind him, Su Qiubai himself saw the Pu knife in Zhao Yaotian's hand, and he was slashing at his head.

Seeing that this kid was vicious and looked like he was going to slaughter himself, he was also a little annoyed in his heart. In addition, he didn't keep the gray-clothed man just now, and he was holding back an evil fire in his stomach, and finally found a place to vent.

"Huh!" As soon as his body flickered, he dodged the oncoming Pu Dao, reached out and grabbed Zhao Yaotian's wrist with his right hand.

His purpose is very simple, that is, he wants to use the means of empty-handed white blade to snatch the Pu knife.

It's just a pity that his fingers pinched Zhao Yaotian's wrist, but there was no abnormality at all. Not to mention the signs of soreness and weakness of ordinary people, it doesn't even show the slightest malaise.

"Huh!" Zhao Yaotian's wrist flipped, and the Pu knife in his hand suddenly turned, from the original straight split, to sweep.

This is not a stick, it's a bladed knife!

Seeing the sharp blade sweeping towards his neck, Su Qiubai was startled, and hurriedly let go and leaned over, and at the same time punched out.

"Bang!" The fist hit Zhao Yaotian's lower abdomen, making a muffled sound.

It's just that this fist hit, but there was no retreat or muffled sound of Zhao Yaotian as he expected. On the contrary, on the surface of his fist, there was even a force of repulsion.

That's not all, it doesn't seem that he hit the soft lower abdomen of the human body, but like a piece of steel, and his fist is a little tingling and painful.

"Hah!" Zhao Yaotian roared, raised the knife suddenly, and slashed at the top of Su Qiubai's head.

At this time, Su Qiubai was really shocked, and it was at this time that he understood why Yuan Yangzi and Gao Feng were beaten so miserably, daring to love each other was not only as powerful as a mountain, but also invulnerable.

Dodging the oncoming Pu Dao, he quickly turned around, and his body reached Zhao Yaotian's back, kicked out, and hit the other party's leg.

Zhao Yaotian's body shook slightly, stabilized his figure, didn't turn his head, grabbed the blade of Pu Dao with his right hand, and slashed back hard.

"Whoosh!" Su Qiubai's body was vertical, and he broke away from the battlefield between the two, looking at Zhao Yaotian who turned around, he couldn't help but smash his mouth a few times.

This kung fu of inviting God to go on the body is too good, and he originally wanted to rely on the strength of his body to abuse this kid well. But looking at the current signs, if you don't use the means of cultivating the truth, I'm afraid that it will be you who will be abused.

It's just that if you use spiritual power spells, then your plan to test the strength of your physical body will be in vain.

He frowned and thought about it, and finally pressed the idea of summoning the Xuanyuan Sword, threw himself forward, and rushed towards Zhao Yaotian.

"Huh!" In the flickering cold light, the Pu knife slashed head-on again.

Su Qiubai's body shook, and while dodging it, he smashed a punch into Zhao Yaotian's chest.

In fact, he wanted to hit the other side, but there was too much difference in height between the two people, and if he didn't jump up, he wouldn't be able to reach the other party's head at all. Therefore, he can only retreat and give this kid a punch first.

"Boom!" The fist hit the target accurately, but in exchange, it was still a muffled sound, plus the shock power of the fist.

"I'll go, it's too hard to fight, right?" He shook his numb fist and grunted in frustration.

"Little idiot, he is now in the stage of inviting God to come to the body, and you still want to compete with him for the strength of the physical body? Isn't there anything to do with it? ā€

"I'm dizzy!" Listening to the voice of the old sword spirit in his head, Su Qiubai was depressed again, and rolled his eyes in the sea of knowledge and scolded: "Isn't this trying to test the strength of my physical body?" ā€

"Are you stupid? Are you a monk? Even if you use the power of the body, you can use the power of the spirit. ā€

"Isn't that going to be a spell? It's different from my original intention of abusing him with my fists. ā€

"Stupid!" The old sword spirit seemed to be speechless, and scolded: "The martial artist still needs to use internal force? If you don't use your spiritual power, then what kind of cultivator are you called? ā€

Hearing the words of the old sword spirit, Su Qiubai's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "What do you say?" Isn't spiritual power only available through the use of spells? ā€

"Idiot, who sued you? Who said that spiritual power can only be used when spells are used? ā€

"That ......" Su Qiubai blushed a little when he was scolded, and said in his heart: "No one said, I thought so." ā€

"!" In Su Qiubai's sea of knowledge, the old sword spirit clothes looked like he hated iron but not steel, and scolded tremblingly: "How does the internal force of the martial artist use? How do you feel about hitting the other person? ā€

Before he could speak, Su Qiubai found Zhao Yaotian slashing at the machete, hurriedly dodged, and quickly retreated, distancing himself from the other party.

After making sure that he had dodged the other party's attack, he said, "What does it feel?" When I hit him, he didn't feel any pain, but my hand was a little numb from the shock. ā€

"That's right!" The old sword spirit pursed his lips, looking like I look down on you, and scolded: "He now belongs to the stage of inviting the gods to come to the body, and the physical body is definitely to the point of the golden bell jar, not to mention that you have to use your fists, even if you use a hammer, he won't feel pain?" ā€

"What then?" Su Qiubai was a little stupid, and hurriedly retreated in order to dodge Zhao Yaotian's attack.

The old sword spirit was trembling with anger, and scolded: "How can I have a master like you? Are you a pig? Don't even understand this basic common sense? ā€

When he scolded people, Su Qiubai was also anxious, and the heart baby in the sea glared at him and scolded: "Isn't there no way for me to attack?" Am I self-taught, okay? Do you have what it takes? Do you have the ability to come out on your own and get rid of this guy for me to see? ā€

When he was angry, he was speechless when he said the old sword spirit, and scolded Nuo Nuo: "If I can go out, I still use you to call?" ā€

Su Qiubai didn't dare to be too persecutive, and found that the old sword spirit was soft, so he also got off the donkey down the slope and shouted: "Then don't talk nonsense, hurry up and tell me how to use spiritual power?" ā€

Probably feeling that he was wrong to scold the wrong person, the old sword spirit no longer continued to taunt, but left a piece of magic in Su Qiubai's sea of knowledge.

Su Qiubai looked at it for a while, and was immediately overjoyed, and scolded: "What do you mean? Such a good thing, give it to me now? What are your intentions? ā€

"Is this still a good thing?" The old sword spirit seemed to have heard it wrong, and his face was full of astonishment.

When he was sure that Su Qiubai was not joking, he couldn't help but snort and laugh: "You idiot, this reckless bull skill is just the lowest level of body refining spells, okay?" When my previous master was here, I couldn't even look at this thing, let alone be a treasure. Boy, are you self-motivated? ā€

"Huh!" Su Qiubai dodged and dodged this girl's attack, and then scolded in an echo: "Of course I'm self-motivated, who let me not have the method of practicing?" I don't even know how to use spiritual power, how do you want me to be motivated? ā€

"Stupid! If you don't have a trick, you won't figure it out on your own? Okay, I'm too lazy to talk to an idiot like you, let's take a look at Mangniugong, right? As long as you learn, the big man in front of you, abusing him is like abusing vegetables. ā€

"Really?" Su Qiubai was overjoyed, and for a while he forgot that the old sword spirit could speak Internet language.

The old sword spirit didn't answer, and went back to rest in his Xuanyuan sword again.

Although this old man's attitude is not good, Su Qiubai is watching Mangniu Gong at this moment, how can he be in the mood to pay attention to these things.

Mangniu Gong looks really low-level, what is said above is just some mantra routes, how to let the strength go all over the body, and then how to burst out. At first glance, this exercise is purely for exercising the physical body, and practicing to the end of the practice is only equivalent to the initial stage of foundation building for a cultivator.

However, this method is exactly what Su Qiubai needs most at present. He wanted to beat Zhao Yaotian now, so that the gangsters around him could see how violence was violently hit.

Zhao Yaotian's attack continues, and there is a trend of even more madness. A simple knife was swung by him, howling like a raging wind. Coupled with his constant roar and majestic momentum, Su Qiubai was like duckweed in the water, constantly dodging and dodging.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yaotian's subordinates suddenly came to their senses, completely forgot about the fear just now, and began to yell and scream again one by one.

"Little white face, quickly kneel down and surrender, otherwise the master of the door will be powerful and cut you into a piece of minced meat."

"It's good to chop it into meat foam, add some shallots, drizzle some sesame oil, and it will make a big meal."

"I'm cĒŽo, you even eat human flesh."

A group of big men pointed and pointed, giggling in their mouths, as if Su Qiubai would be hacked to death by Zhao Yaotian at any time.

The facts are similar to what they think, under Zhao Yaotian's attack, Su Qiubai does look like he is in danger. Not only did he not have the strength to fight back, but even his dodging figure was getting slower and slower.

In the end, he stood still as if he was tired, and it was not until Park Dao was about to see the recovery above his head that he suddenly turned around and narrowly avoided Park Dao's slash.

Listening to the shouts of the big men, and then looking at Su Qiubai's slower and slower figure, Yuan Yangzi grinned: "Won't it?" Master, you are too weak, why are you not as good as Xiao Fengzi. ā€

Gao Feng was also puzzled: "How can this be? ā€

"Wow, the master of the door has shown his might." A shout suddenly sounded, Gao Feng turned his head to look, and his face suddenly changed: "Not good!" ā€