The palace on the ground is very dark, and the dark yellow tiles make up the main color of the palace. In the entire hall, which is only a few hundred square meters, the battle of several people is very hot. However, Ai Xiang's discordant words made everyone's eyes fall on Ai Xiang.

"Did you take the thing?" He said it again, but March's movements did not fall in the slightest. A needle and thread shot at Ai Xiang. A faint curve bypassed Pjörn and struck at Ai Xiang. In this regard, Pjörn did not have the slightest intention of stopping it. For Pjörne, Ai thought about the goal that popped up out of nowhere. Whether the friendly army didn't know how she might help Ai Xiang. And this time March's attack is undoubtedly a very good opportunity to test it.

"It's dangerous." Stretching out two fingers, Ai wanted to pull the thought in front of him. There's no intention of taking it any further. Looking at March in front of him with a smile, Ai Xiang was in a very good mood at this time.

"Come and don't be rude, then you can also look at my fist!" As soon as the words fell, Ai Xiang's fist had already arrived. In an instant, a pit mark appeared on the ground. Ai Xiang's figure flew out like a missile. With boundless momentum, the air hummed as a result.

His face changed in an instant, and he didn't have time to think about it, and the thoughts in March's hand were instantly woven into a shield in front of him. Before he had time to make more preparations, Ai Xiang's attack had already arrived.

"Pain" was March's first feeling. Despite the obstruction of the Remin Shield. However, Ai Xiang's tremendous power was still beyond March's expectations. The moment the shield came into contact with the power, March flew straight out. The body slammed into the yellow wall. A crack broke out and slid down the wall.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem" blood flowed from the corners of March's mouth. At this time, her face was cold, and March rarely revealed something called pain.

Is this a displacement of the internal organs? looked at Ai Xiang not far away, as long as there was a slight movement in March's body. There would be a sharp pain in her body, which made March wonder if her internal organs were injured.

As for the power of his punch, Ai Xiang didn't expect it. The sudden surge of power makes it impossible for him to have the same precise control as usual. It will take a little time for Ai Xiang to get back to his old self. However, at this time, Ai Xiang was in a very good mood.

Almost instinctively, Ai Xiang threw that punch more naturally. It can almost be said that he used Ai Xiang's eight-layer power punch, but it directly knocked March away. And looking at March's appearance, she seemed to be hurt a lot at this time. Maybe it's also because March didn't notice it for a while, but even such a simple punch did such a result. Ai thinks what else is not satisfied!

"You actually put such a big hand on a woman." Beside Ai Xiang, Pi Yeen righteously criticized Ai Xiang. But why did Ai Xiang feel that Piarne wanted to laugh so much?

His gaze flicked over Pjörne's body, carefully comparing the vague memories in his mind. Ai figured out that this guy wasn't part of the Phantom Brigade. Who it was, Ai Xiang didn't remember. While Ai wanted to think, March, not far away, had already begun to heal himself. The needle and thread in his hand began to enter his body without opening, repairing his gradually injured internal organs.

This is March's ability to read, and reading lines can be very effective in repairing one's own wounds. The length of the line is related to the intensity of the line. If this injury is repaired, then March can quickly suppress his injury to a certain range, which is also clear in today's March.

Without much surprise, March slowly stood up in front of Ai Xiang. Although compared to just now, Marche at this time looked a little embarrassed. However, March's injuries were not so serious.

"Now, it's really nice to see you're okay." Ai Xiang smiled very happily, this is a smile from the heart. But in the eyes of everyone, it is no different from ridicule.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be able to even take a punch from me." Ai Xiang continued, but Ai Xiang's unintentional action was greeted by March's angry smile.

"What a funny guy." Pjörn felt like his stomach was hurting with laughter. Holding his stomach, Pjöron looked very hard at this time. Ai Xiang's face showed a trace of doubt, Ai Xiang didn't understand what was wrong with him.

"What are you laughing at, you know that you are just about the same strength as me." Looking at Pjörn, March said coldly.

The truth was clear, and March could clearly see the stiff smile on Pionne's face. As March said, if March himself is a guy who can't even take a punch from Ai Xiang. So how much better could Pjon, who had been fighting with March for so long without a winner!

Pjörn had clearly thought of this, and his stiff face gradually glowed.

"I'm not like you, and if you continue to fight, you'll only be defeated by me." At this point, Pjonne jumped up like a rabbit. Looking at March's face was full of unwillingness, but in March's opinion, this was just the last struggle.

"Oh, then I'll listen to you." It was still the same cold look, but in Pionne's opinion, it was full of sarcasm. This also caused Pion's face to not look as good as he expected, and he clutched the phone in his hand tightly. Pjörne's eyes were full of grievance.

"Pjörne, what are you doing? Our goal is to protect the Orb of Food. Journey to the West looked at Pion, who was easily provoked by Ai Xiang, and felt very speechless. In the end, Journey to the West couldn't help but say a few words after all. At this time, Nobunaga, who was in front of Journey to the West, didn't know all this. Loss of sight, hearing, and ability to speak. At this time, Nobunaga was like a man walking alone in the dark. I don't know what's going on outside, and it's because of this that Journey to the West has the opportunity to mention Pijorn. In the eyes of Journey to the West at this time, Nobunaga was already in his pocket.

"My goal should be to protect the Orb of Food."

"Hurry up, that's not something you can take away." There was a hint of determination on Piyorn's face, and he stretched out his hand and looked at Ai Xiang and said.

"Oh, that's not your thing. It's just an ownerless thing. If you have the means, then I don't mind if you take it. Leaning back slightly, Ai Xiang's posture at this time was full of contempt.