Chapter 17: Murong Xiaoyu
Zhang Chenshuo finished throwing it and stood there indifferently, looking at Tang Yifan.
Smiled slightly, happy in my heart.
Hmph, you kid won't lose now.
The small sword formed by the continuous emitting qi in the gossip diagram, Tang Yifan stood there calmly, silently reciting the talisman spell, and a huge golden light shield appeared around his body. Then he threw his sword on the ground.
Zhang Chenshuo saw Tang Yifan throw the sword on the ground, and said with a smile: "Yohe, surrender so soon?" I haven't had enough yet. ”
I saw that Tang Yifan pinched his fingers, and the sword that was originally thrown on the ground flew up in an instant.
Spinning around Tang Yifan, when Zhang Chenshuo saw this scene, he was instantly shocked.
and the people who watched the excitement in the ring were all frightened by Tang Yifan's trick.
Zhang Chenshuo, who was standing in the ring, trembled and said: "This, this is the legendary, the royal sword!" ”
"Go!" Tang Yifan pointed at the gossip diagram with a sword point.
Above Tang Yifan's head, a half-meter-high sword appeared, stabbing directly at the gossip diagram.
Bang!
Only a loud bang was heard.
The gossip pattern disappeared above Tang Yifan's head, and Zhang Chenshuo was also attacked, and a mouthful of blood spit out.
Seeing this, Tang Yifan himself didn't expect that his strength would be so terrifying.
This strength is no longer the realm of the Ninth Rank Dao, at least the Sixth-Grade Dao Person.
Zhang Chenshuo looked at Tang Yifan with some disbelief, not believing that he would lose, Zhang Chenshuo lowered his head and knelt on the ground.
Shouted: "No, it can't be, I won't lose." ”
Tang Yifan looked at Zhang Chenshuo who was kneeling on the ground and said.
"If you lose, you lose, what is it called, it's annoying, and there is no one, let's go together." Tang Yifan said arrogantly.
At this time, a tiger-backed bear appeared in the ring, with a fierce face.
He has a clearly visible scar on his face and is a burly figure that belongs purely to a muscular man.
A middle-aged man with a big beard and looks to be in his forties.
"Boy, you're pretty arrogant, let me meet you."
As soon as the man finished speaking, Tang Yifan felt a powerful aura fluctuation from the man.
The aura on the man's body, like ripples on the surface of the lake, was released wave by wave.
Tang Yifan was shocked back a few steps by this aura fluctuation.
Some of those who have low cultivation and those who are not enough are overwhelmed by this powerful aura fluctuation.
Not to mention those ordinary people, and even some were directly scared away.
Tang Yifan frowned, looked at the man in front of him, and said with palpitations.
"A real realm!"
The man sneered: "Boy, it's still too late to run!" ”
"Run? No way! Tang Yifan said.
A black shadow appeared in front of Tang Yifan.
This dark shadow is the man.
A punch hit Tang Yifan's chest, Tang Yifan picked up his sword, ready to block, only to listen to "Bang dang!" "A bang.
Tang Yifan felt a sharp pain in his chest, and saw that he was beaten out.
The sword in his hand was shattered to the ground.
He fell heavily to the ground, and his mouth kept spitting blood.
The man came to Tang Yifan, his right hand was full of energy, and he was about to give Tang Yifan another blow.
At this moment, two fireballs appeared on the left side and attacked the man, the man turned around and raised his right hand, and the two fireballs exploded at once.
Then, a middle-aged man's voice came from behind the man.
"Please be merciful!"
The man looked around and saw no one.
"Who! Come out, why hide? The man yelled.
As soon as the man finished speaking, a middle-aged man appeared in front of him, Tang Yifan, who was lying on the ground, fixed his eyes.
It was actually Mr. Murong.
Before the man could react, Mr. Murong had already come to the man.
Tang Yifan's first reaction was: "So fast!" I'm going, and I'm going to take teleportation? ”
As soon as Mr. Murong arrived in front of the man, a figure walked out of the crowd.
It turned out to be a girl who came out, and when this girl walked in, Tang Yifan saw what this girl looked like.
Tang Yifan was very surprised when he saw this girl.
"How are you! Murong Xiaoyu. ”
Mr. Murong saw Murong Xiaoyu coming over, so he said.
"Xiaoyu, take him away."
Murong Xiaoyu nodded, and walked to Tang Yifan's side.
picked up Tang Yifan and left here.
In the process of leaving, Tang Yifan looked at Murong Xiaoyu and asked.
"Murong Xiaoyu, why are you?"
When Murong Xiaoyu heard this, he was instantly unhappy.
"What's the matter? I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've changed your tune? ”
After running some distance, the two stopped.
Murong Xiaoyu looked around and said, "Okay, it's safe, let's talk, what's going on?" ”
"No, Xiaoyu, listen to me, when I recognized you, I was shocked." Tang Yifan Tang Yifan hurriedly explained.
"Forget it, I know everything about you, and you haven't done anything to be sorry for me anyway, so I'll forgive you." Murong Xiaoyu said.
After listening to Murong Xiaoyu's words, Tang Yifan looked confused and asked curiously.
"You, have you seen me?"
Murong Xiaoyu nodded, and said with a smile: "More than once, I'll talk about the soul." ”
"What, that mysterious girl is you?" Tang Yifan was surprised.
Murong Xiaoyu questioned: "Yes, what, don't you believe it?" ”
As he spoke, Murong Xiaoyu stretched out his right hand, and above his palm, three fireballs the size of bird eggs appeared.
Tang Yifan saw the fireball and said with a look of surprise: "I'll go, it's really you!" ”
"I'll tell you later, let's go back to the thatched hut first." Murong Xiaoyu said.
Then, he pulled Tang Yifan to the thatched house, and Murong Xiaoyu helped Tang Yifan and sat on the bed.
As soon as he sat down, Tang Yifan clutched his chest and coughed violently.
Murong Xiaoyu heard the cough and asked worriedly.
"Are you alright? Seeing that your injuries are not light, wait a minute, I will help you heal. ”
Tang Yifan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, just rest, maybe I'm too tired from running." ”
"By the way, what about Mr. Murong?" Tang Yifan suddenly thought of Mr. Murong's matter and asked anxiously.
"Don't worry, my dad is fine." Murong Xiaoyu smiled.
"Dad?" Tang Yifan asked.
During the conversation between Tang Yifan and Murong Xiaoyu, he always felt that this matter was not simple.
Murong Xiaoyu nodded.
"Mr. Murong, Murong Xiaoyu, yes, why didn't I think of it." Tang Yifan touched his chin and clapped his hands.
Who knows, at this beat, there was a sharp pain in his chest, so he covered his chest and coughed violently.
Seeing this, Murong Xiaoyu said speechlessly: "Okay, it's all like this, hurry up and rest." ”
Tang Yifan nodded slightly, obediently lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and rested.
Murong Xiaoyu was not idle, but laid a small barrier near the thatched house.