"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell, so you want to break in! Since you want to be beaten, then I will fulfill you!"

Qin Yang waved his fist and pressed towards Xiao Yao. Before Xiao Yao could make a move, Zhanying on the side had already greeted him, intercepted Qin Yang, and fought with him.

"Falling Leaf Fist - Falling Leaves Fluttering!"

Falling Leaf Boxing is a set of star-level middle-grade boxing methods of the Qin family, and when a punch is thrown, multiple fist shadows instantly appear around Zhanying, making it impossible to distinguish the true from the fake.

This set of deciduous fists seems to be soft, but in fact it is secretly powerful. Zhanying couldn't figure out the reality of the void, and didn't dare to make a hard connection, relying on his superb body skills to dodge Qin Yang's fist. For a while, Zhanying was shrouded in a heavy fist shadow, which seemed extremely dangerous.

But Zhanying is not a vegetarian, he is already good at body magic. Vitality is injected into the legs, and the footsteps flash. "Catch up with the shadow - step by step!"

He was like stepping on a lotus, his figure flickered a few times, and then he withdrew from Qin Yang's heavy fist shadow.

"Hmph, boy, I see how long you can hide. Colorful leaves!"

Qin Yang exerted his strength, and more fist shadows swept towards Zhanying.

"Ye doesn't stick to his body!"

Zhanying snorted softly, and his figure was a little faster.

"Go!"

Qin Yang stared at Zhanying's figure and blasted it over with a punch. But there was no surprise on his face, because as soon as the fist wind arrived, the figure dispersed, and what he hit was only a phantom shadow of Zhanying.

"Hehe, if you want to beat the master, you have to touch me first!"

Zhan Ying, who was not far away, stared at Qin Yang and said jokingly, with a hint of mockery hanging on the corner of his mouth. Qin Yang was furious, his speed was hard to increase by a few points, and his fist slammed towards Zhanying.

Watching Zhanying and Qin Yang fighting, a trace of solemnity flashed in Xiao Yao's eyes. Although it seems that Qin Yang has no way to take Zhanying now, since Xiao Yao's soul was replaced by Xiaoyaozi's remnant soul, his eyes have become very vicious. He had already seen that every time Qin Yang attacked, he had spare strength, but Zhanying had exerted his strength to the extreme, his cultivation was already one weight lower than Qin Yang, and the vitality in his body was definitely not as strong as Qin Yang's. If he continues to drag on like this, when Zhanying finally runs out of strength, he will be in danger at that time.

Sure enough, after a while, Zhanying's speed slowly slowed down, but Qin Yang's offensive did not weaken, and still maintained the intensity just now. After a moment of circling, Zhanying's back suddenly revealed a flaw. Qin Yang seized this opportunity and attacked with one punch.

"Red Flame Palm!"

Just as the fist was about to touch Zhanying's back, a palm came horizontally and intercepted the fist.

"Humph!"

Qin Yang saw that it was Xiao Yao's palm, and snorted contemptuously. He has bullied Xiao Yao for so many years, and Xiao Yao has a few catties and taels. He knows it all. Although the Xiao family's "Red Flame Palm Technique" is the same level as his own Fallen Leaf Fist, he has learned a few more points with Xiao Yao's wooden flute.

His fist continued to surge, and he still rushed forward, and he wanted to hit Xiao Yao's palm on Zhanying's back. How could Xiao Yao not understand his thoughts, sneering in his heart, and thinking that he was the same wooden stunned person before.

The huge fist power surged into Xiao Yao's palm, and it drilled into the palm of his hand, and the palm of his hand was a little painful by the punch. He suddenly changed the majestic and domineering momentum of the Red Flame Palm, his wrist trembled, the strength of his palm became soft, and his palm flew backwards in an arc-shaped trajectory.

Well?

Qin Yang only felt that his fist was like hitting a ball of cotton, and he had nowhere to exert his strength. What surprised him even more was that the palm seemed to have a suction force, and his fist was firmly sucked by the palm of the hand, following the palm of the hand in an arc.

After all, he was a generation of Dao Emperors on the Fengtai Continent, and for the understanding and application of occult arts, Qin Yang was 108,000 miles behind Xiao Yao. The move he had just made was to apply the Taoist technique of four or two thousand catties to the Red Flame Palm, and easily removed the huge fist power on Qin Yang's fist.

After getting out of danger, Zhanying no longer continued to dodge, but turned around and attacked Qin Yang with Xiao Yao.

Now Qin Yang is very aggrieved in his heart, his cultivation is higher than the two of them, and the power of the fist technique is not something that the two of them can compete with. But I couldn't beat them. A figure with outstanding skills, before the fist arrived, the figure had already flashed away. The other palm was like a ball of cotton, and his fist hit it, but there was nowhere to exert his strength.

Qin Yang fought aggrievedly here, and Zilu's attack over there was not smooth. He came to Yishui City from the Zhengqi Academy in the imperial capital of Kangen City, and as a Confucian scholar, he certainly had indescribable pride. In his eyes, the cultivators in a small place like Yishui City are all turtles. With the profound occult art of Confucianism, he should be easily crushed, but he found that this was not the case.

The young owner of the bookstore in front of him easily walked a few moves under his sword empty-handed. Although Confucian cultivators do not focus on sword cultivation, the fact that a cultivator in a small place can easily take on a few of his swords, in his eyes, is an insult to his status as a Confucian scholar.

"Confucian scholar, that's it!"

Wang Wen stood in front of Zilu and said lightly. Listening to Wang Wen's ridicule, Zilu was furious. He withdrew his sword and pulled out a book from his bosom. The book exudes vitality, and it seems that this is a good mystery. He stared at Wang Wen deadly, his eyes breathing fire. Wang Wen's words just now were to provoke Zilu. Doesn't Confucianism advocate self-cultivation and peace of mind? Zilu has no peace of mind, and he has already lost half of it.

"Hmph, today I will let you, the cultivator of this small place, see the true strength of Confucianism!"

Wang Wen looked at Zilu's actions lightly, and a hint of smugness flashed at the corner of his mouth. I'd like to know if the Confucian sages are so good at their words, or if I'm good at writing about the wind and the moon. He also took out a book and a pen from his arms, and the book and pen also exuded a not weak vitality, which was also a set of mysteries that were not weak.

Zilu held the book in both hands and recited it aloud:

"Zi said, learn and learn from time to time, don't you also say it!"

One by one, the words condensed with vitality gushed out of his mouth and shot towards Wang Wen. Wang Wen stabilized his mind, holding a book in his left hand and waving a pen in his right hand.

Whew!

The brush that has been injected with vitality writhes wildly on the book, and the pink light on the book is a masterpiece!

"Whew!"

The pen shows the weather, and the text becomes a ghost and a god!

"The first chapter of the golden bottle plum - Pan Jinlian's spring heart is rippling, and Ximen Qing's prodigal son is in love!"

Dense small print, swarming out of the book. These boys formed a Yuan Force light curtain in the air. Zilu stared at the light curtain, and after the light curtain rippled and shaky, a beautiful picture appeared inside.

A beautiful woman with almost transparent clothes walked out of the light curtain. While waving at himself, he walked towards himself with a smile and a groan.

"Official, the slave family wants to kill you!"

The woman approached her, grappling herself with it. The sound of flesh numbness, the soft delicate body, make your bones soft. She wrapped herself around herself like a snake, her fiery red lips pressed against her mouth.

It's a fantasy!

Zilu hurriedly stabilized his mind, touched the book in his hand, closed his eyes and recited aloud: "Don't look at indecent things, don't listen to indecent people......"

The words condensed by the vitality hit the light curtain.

"Click!"

A spiderweb-like crack appeared on the light curtain, shattering.

"Dare to be arrogant!"

Zilu shouted, and began to recite the articles in the book frantically, and the small characters of vitality were like locusts in the sky, overwhelmingly attacking Wang Wen.

"Chapter 2 of the Golden Bottle Plum - Widow Meng is unbearable, and the big official Zhang Huai welcomes her!"

It was another Yuanli light curtain, flying leisurely from Wang Wen's book. Zilu has just suffered a big loss, and he doesn't dare to despise it. Mobilize your vitality frantically and quickly recite the articles in the book in your hand.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The small characters of the vitality slammed into the light curtain one after another, making a clanging sound.

"Hey, official!"

A sexy woman in the light curtain, as the light curtain shattered, glanced at Zilu sadly, and her figure faded. Although the light curtain was shattered and the phantom was scattered, the resentful eyes of the woman in the light curtain when she left just now still made Zilu's heart flutter.

"Chapter 3 of the Golden Bottle Plum - The eldest lady red apricot went out of the wall, and the lewd monk took advantage of the void to enter!"

Wang Wen took advantage of the moment when Zilu's heart was fluttering, and launched a third attack. This time, the pink picture came even more turbulently, Zilu looked at the sexy woman in the picture, and a strong possession in his heart suddenly rose.

"Go to his ethics, go to his courtesy, righteousness and shame!"

He threw away the book in his hand and threw himself at the woman. There was only one thought in his mind at this time, and that was to possess her!

Looking at the flaming red lips, I want to kiss it.

"Bump!"

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his abdomen, and the image disappeared, and then the whole person flew upside down. The throat was sweet, and a stream of hot blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Wen stepped forward and said lightly: "You lost." ”

How could I lose? How could I lose? He was just a turtle cultivator in a small place, and I was a scholar of Confucianism, so how could I lose to him!

His face became crazy, and he was about to struggle to stand up and continue to compete with Wang Wen.

"Bump!"

Just as he was about to stand up, he was kicked in the chest by Wang Wen in front of him. The pain of the shattered bones in his chest cleared his mind a little.

How could I lose? Why would the Confucian sages and wise men lose to the sideways Fengyue Article? He was in a state of mind and his face was confused.

"Your article is always someone else's article. Even if it's the words of a saint, it's just picking up people's teeth and wisdom. Although my article is a sideline in your eyes, it is written by me. Own, is the best!"

Wang Wen looked at Zilu on the ground with a disdainful expression, this kind of pretentious and high-minded person who would only stand under the crotch of the saint and show off his might, he disdained it.

"By the way, I solemnly declare again: my novels are not sideways, they are art!"

Zilu struggled to get up and walked out the door as if he was missing a soul, and kept muttering, "I lost." The sage's wise words lost. ”

Wang Wen ignored him and set his eyes on the battle group over there. At this time, Qin Yang was played around by Xiao Yao and Zhanying, attacking indiscriminately like a headless fly.

"Qin Yang, if you don't get out, I won't be able to send you out!"

When Qin Yang heard Wang Wen's angry shouting, he realized that Zilu had already been defeated by Wang Wen. He had no way to take Zhanying and Xiao Yao in front of him, let alone cultivate to Wang Wen who was the same as him. Seeing that he couldn't take advantage of staying, he withdrew from the battle group, glared at the three of them hatefully, and walked towards the door.

"Wang Wen, how can you let him go?"

Seeing Qin Yang leaving, Zhan Ying turned his head to look at Wang Wen with anger on his face.

"Today's things are not simple! Zilu is coming in a strange way, it seems that something big will happen in Yishui City next. ”

Wang Wen ignored Zhanying's anger and stared at the door, his eyes a little solemn.

"Yes. It seems that Qin Yang and Zilu came to the bookstore to make trouble today, but in fact, they are not coming for you, but for me!"

Xiao Yao nodded to Wang Wen, his eyes were equally solemn.

"It doesn't matter who he came for, anyway, today's arrogant Qin Yang was repaired by us once. Looking at their embarrassed appearance, I felt happy. Let's go, Fengyulou drank flower wine, I heard that today's Fengyue Building's top snow Qianyue Xue everyone wants to start singing in person. I'm in for a treat!"

Zhanying patted his chest, pulled the two of them and walked towards Fengyue Tower.