Speaking of this, the middle-aged scribe's heart surged: "Haha, now this bastard boy named Cisco Hot already knows that this beautiful girl in front of him likes him." In this case, I gave this beautiful girl in front of him. I don't know what kind of reaction this bastard will have when the time comes? But when I think about it, I won't be in a good mood.

And this charming Western lady is obviously in love with this bastard boy to death. It's a pity that this bastard doesn't understand the amorous feelings. If I take her first time in front of her most beloved man, then I wonder what kind of feeling this little lady will have? It is estimated that with the openness of Western women, they should not be 'seeking death and life'. However, after surviving, she will definitely not get along with this bastard boy as harmoniously as before in the future. Hehe, it's funny and interesting......"

Thinking about it, the middle-aged scribe's blood swelled. I saw his eyes blazing as he walked out of Ni Ping'er's couch, and at the same time reached out to quickly untie his wide clothes.

"Haha, little lady, grandpa I'm here! you can struggle and be angry...... Haha, the more intense your reaction, the more excited I am, Grandpa. When the time comes, it will be more enjoyable to get things done!haha......" The middle-aged scribe roared and called in his heart. Moreover, he also deliberately slowed down his pace in order to allow Piaowu and Ni Ping'er to better brew their emotions.

Within a few steps, the middle-aged scribe already had only a little fig leaf on his body. He paused slightly, then stretched out his right hand and slowly stretched it towards Ni Ping'er's chest. At this moment, the ** beautiful body that was removed from his underwear already appeared in front of him. It's a pity that at the critical moment when his right hand was about to touch, a loud shout suddenly sounded.

"Bastard, stop!"

Hearing the sound of drifting away, the middle-aged scribe was suddenly shocked. Because, this can only mean that the dumb hole that he is pointing without a trace has been unlocked. However, the middle-aged scribe was not surprised and immediately turned around. Suddenly, I saw a palm that was constantly enlarging in front of me.

Before he had time to think, the middle-aged scribe instinctively poured his fingers into it, and then lightning-fast pointed at the weak part of the palm. In order to seize the opportunity, the middle-aged scribe took a few steps forward.

However, the moment he touched it, the middle-aged scribe felt an incredible force coming. Just hearing the crisp sound of "click", the middle-aged scribe felt a piercing pain in his fingers. Immediately after, there was a "bang". The menacing palm slammed into the fist with the severed index finger.

There was a crisp "click", and the middle-aged scribe's entire right arm fell limply due to a severe fracture. Frightened, the middle-aged scribe instantly condensed his whole body strength into his left hand, and slapped it out at the last moment, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Poisonous Sand Palm!"

There was another loud "bang". The middle-aged scribe suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood flew out like an arrow, and at the same time, his body was light, and then the whole person involuntarily flew backwards. There was a loud "boom", smashing the walls of the guest room. The middle-aged scribe spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and at the same time, the whole person fell down.

Perhaps, you will be confused by such changes. If we want to get to the bottom of the story, we need to move the camera forward again.

Although Piao Wuxian has never accepted Ni Ping'er's show of love for various reasons, he has a deep relationship with Ni Ping'er after all, so when he found out that someone wanted to plot against Ni Ping'er, of course he was angry. Therefore, at the moment when the middle-aged scribe wanted to reach out and untie Ni Ping'er's underwear, he would be desperate to forcibly operate the internal force of the whole body. Of course, there is no trace at this moment, and he has never been in contact with the kind of advanced martial arts that rushes into the cave with internal force. I don't know the danger of this matter, because if it's not good, this kind of reckless behavior is likely to cause the true qi in the body to be uncontrolled and run around the whole body. At that time, he will be killed on the spot, or paralyzed all over his body, and he will become a waste person from then on. However, even if he knew the risk of this matter, he would fight with all his might for Ni Ping'er.

Because he was once forcibly entered by the "Wanling Grass", although he did not practice for a long time, his internal force was extremely powerful. Drifting without a trace first transported the internal force of the whole body to impact positively, but this acupoint technique was strange, and after a few times, there was no sign of loosening. Fortunately, Piao Wuxian had also dabbled in the cult's internal force cultivation methods, so in a hurry, he was desperate to reverse the internal force again. Under the surging current, it is difficult to completely stop it and urge it to flow in the opposite direction. Suddenly, there was no trace of bleeding from the mouth and nose because of the abnormal true qi in the body.

Drifting without a trace, he didn't have time to care about the sharp pain coming from his body, but forcibly reversed the true qi of his whole body with incomparable perseverance. Perhaps it was the previous frontal impact that had a certain effect, so under the reverse impact, the acupuncture points that had been sealed off without a trace were suddenly unraveled.

It's a long story, but it's all just a few breaths in time. As soon as he regained his mobility, he spurted blood from his mouth, shouted without thinking, and without hesitation, slapped his palm at the hateful middle-aged scribe's vest in front of him. Drifting Without a Trace didn't even think about whether he could stop the thief in front of him by doing this, he just did it instinctively. However, because of the monstrous anger in his heart, unconsciously, he was already covered with a strong internal force on his palm.

Speaking of which, it can be regarded as drifting luck. Because under such changes, the middle-aged scribe had no time to deal with it calmly, so he could only have a hard time with the drifting without a trace.

However, in terms of the degree of internal strength, there are few people in today's martial arts who can compare with Drifting without a trace. Therefore, under this hard encounter, the middle-aged scribe immediately suffered a loss. First, his finger was broken under the impact of the domineering true qi that drifted without a trace, and then his right arm was broken inch by inch. However, this middle-aged scribe is also very good, and at such a critical moment, he can still fight back without chaos.

The "poisonous sand palm" practiced by middle-aged scribes is very vicious, even if the skill is insufficient, the opponent can be seriously injured or even killed by the poison carried by the palm. Therefore, since he practiced it, the middle-aged scribe no longer knew how many martial arts masters he had killed with this vicious technique. Unfortunately, this time, the middle-aged scribe encountered a drifting nobody.

The internal force that drifted without a trace was a few points higher than that of the middle-aged scribe, so under the collision of the two palms, the poison contained in the middle-aged scribe's palm unexpectedly reversed. Therefore, the middle-aged scribe will feel the fishy wind. Fortunately, the middle-aged scribe did not die, but flew back. Although he also hit the wall and spurted blood because of this, it was much better than being killed by a slap that disappeared without a trace.