Without thinking much about it, Leng Mingyue chose to dodge Zhao Ying's attack for the second time as if she had dodged the previous palm.

She took Shen Zichen back a few steps, and when she saw that the coachman had already settled the carriage over, she picked up Shen Zichen and threw it towards the coachman.

"This strength !!" The crowd let out another exclamation.

"Heh, something, no wonder it hurt my sister!"

Zhao Ying also had surprise in her eyes, but this could not arouse her vigilance.

After all, she opened the Double Door Life Grid, and Leng Mingyue is just a waste!

"The two sisters of your Zhao family, do you like to pick children to bully?"

Leng Mingyue, who had no worries, looked at Zhao Ying, her voice was shallow, and she looked very calm.

"If you owe a lesson, you can't blame others!"

Zhao Ying took a big step, and smashed his fist into Leng Mingyue's face with the strength of the second stage of the martial arts.

She wants to ruin this woman's appearance, see how she can seduce a man without this face!

The fist wind struck, passers-by were shocked, and the dark road Leng Mingyue was miserable!

Leng Mingyue's eyes were light, and she raised her arm to block in front of her, still calm.

She's the one with 10 defense.

Can the attack of a martial arts second-stage be stronger than the teeth of a strange beast hyena?

Sure enough, the moment she touched her arm, Zhao Ying's eyes widened and she breathed in pain.

Did you smash your fist on the iron?

Zhao Ying was puzzled, she took half a step back, rubbed her fist lightly, and stared intently at Leng Mingyue's expression.

Leng Mingyue's bones are a little hard, but after this punch, Leng Mingyue has to cry!

She will only hurt more than herself!

[It's a pity that Zhao Ying is too weak, and if someone is a little stronger, he should shatter his own bones. 】

The attitude of the system is indifferent.

Zhao Ying's blow was not even a scratch.

Leng Mingyue's heart moved slightly.

Her current defense is like a stone wall.

A weak baby touches the wall with his hand, and it certainly doesn't hurt.

If you let an adult man come, he will smash it with a punch, and his skin will inevitably be opened.

[That's true.] The system agrees with this metaphor.

But Leng Mingyue wasn't too happy, because she knew very well that her defense value was not yet invincible.

Change to a muscular man, I'm afraid that a single punch can smash a hole in the stone wall!

"Am I blind? Ordinary people resisted the attack of the second stage of the martial arts? ”

The people who watched the excitement were dumbfounded, you must know that Zhao Ying's blow, ordinary people couldn't bear it at all!

"People are cheap and hard-boned!" Zhao Ying gritted her teeth and raised her fist to attack again.

This time, Leng Mingyue was no longer on the defensive.

She turned passive into active, ignored Zhao Ying's attack on one side of her body, and then slashed at Zhao Ying's abdomen with one palm.

"Poof—"

Zhao Ying spit out the wine she had just drunk at noon.

The sour and astringent taste spread in her mouth, and Zhao Ying swung out her fist and turned into a palm, wanting to grab Leng Mingyue's shoulder blades.

Leng Mingyue didn't say much, and after bending back slightly to dodge the attack again, she took advantage of the situation to turn around and kick Zhao Ying in the face!

Zhao Ying took several steps backwards with gray footprints on her face, and only stopped when she hit someone else's wooden table.

The audience burst into boo.

Zhao Ying wiped her face, looking at the dirty ash on her hands, she was angry, and roared to attack with all her might.

This time, she didn't dare to underestimate Leng Mingyue again.

But Leng Mingyue still saw the moves, and every time she could break through her defensive line and squeak and scream.

After a few rounds, Zhao Ying was covered in injuries and disheveled.

On the other hand, Leng Mingyue, the green silk has not scattered a wisp of chaos, and the white dress has not been stained with a grain of dust!

"This, this, this, ......"

Passers-by feel like they have lost their ability to organize language.