After Fan Xihe used the stone rattan stick, the imaginary one-sided situation did not appear. Yi Li's style of play has also changed, becoming more decent, and if you have a long weapon like this, it is best to bully yourself, so that the long weapon will not be able to play its role. Yi Li doesn't care about a few more sticks now, and Fan Xihe's stick technique is much weaker than his previous boxing technique.

After all, the cultivation days are short, and he has not mastered the essence of the stick method. Just like Yi Li's previous martial arts, he lacked comprehension, although his movements were in place, but there was a trace of rhythm and a trace of taste, so he couldn't go together.

Su Zhuzong's stick method emphasizes restraining the opponent to protect himself, and it is not a routine to force lethality, but the paranoid Fan Xihe can't understand, in his opinion, since it is a martial art, it is necessary to pursue defeating the enemy, and it is best to be able to defeat the enemy with one move, in order to achieve maximum lethality, it is not easy to use it repeatedly.

On the other hand, Yi Li's fighting spirit is still 6 percent, but the system is a little unbearable, all with a trace of perseverance. rarely fights back, which reminds everyone of the scene when the war just started before, but the roles are reversed, and the strength is reversed. Once Yi Li counterattacked, it seemed that there were countless back moves that could hit one after another, obviously it was a set of punches, but it was used for four or five sets of feelings, and he approached the tail of the stick between tossing and turning, and this time the counterattack was particularly intense, and two punches smashed into the opponent's chest. Fan Xihe directly threw down the stick in his hand angrily, and Yi Li kicked out of the field.

Then, Yi Li's fighting spirit in his whole body was restrained, he straightened up, and put on the starting style of this set of boxing techniques, looking at his opponent without saying a word, his eyes full of fierce fighting intent.

Fan Xihe let out a long breath, he understood what his opponent meant, and he also extinguished his martial soul fighting spirit, and bowed deeply to Yi Li: "I am ashamed of my previous rudeness. ”

Then he took off the leather boots on his feet, stood barefoot, shouted loudly, and took the initiative to attack. This time, the two sides punched to the flesh, did not dodge or dodge, and fought each other back and forth. Fan Xihe is even better in terms of technique, and various techniques emerge in endlessly. The easy three-dimensional type has an advantage, a set of punches are dismantled and dismantled, various combinations, and constantly unraveling.

The two of them set all kinds of traps, but they are both good at fighting, and Yi Li also showed his best performance from weekdays.

Bai Huihui in the audience looked at the two ruthless people on the stage blankly, and said unconsciously: "It's not going to be a draw, right?"

Yi Liufeng next to him also smoothed out, "I'm just afraid that Li'er is going to lose." Bai Huihui peeked at her future father-in-law, who was usually lukewarm to her, stuck out her tongue, and focused on the ring.

Maybe Yi Li is not so insistent, and in the end, relying on the advantage of the fighting spirit level should be able to defeat Fan Xihe. In terms of physical fitness alone, Yi Li was seriously injured before, but I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on. The stubborn young man on the stage really couldn't hold on anymore, he already felt tired and about to swallow his consciousness, on the other hand, he felt that the punches he played became alive. He wanted to make a last-ditch effort before he passed out.

Fan Xihe also saw that Yi was going to die immediately, but he did not stand aside and wait, but greeted him. In the last move, Yi Li made half of his own moves, integrating the feeling of that set of punches, and in the end, he did it.

Fan Xihe flew off the ring like a sandbag, and Yi Li also glided two meters on his stomach.

I don't know where the willpower comes from, my eyes are covered with blood, and I still refuse to faint, lying there like a dead dog, my mouth opening and closing, muttering something. The surrounding audience fell silent, even holding their breath.

"Serve.... Dissatisfied, convinced.... Serving?"

The whole audience was ignited, and everyone shouted excitedly: "Obey! Obey!"

Although a covenant of life and death was signed, in the end, Yi Liufeng let Fan Xihe go, and his son knew best that he just obeyed Yi Li's will. After that, he no longer even objected to his son's relationship with the Bai family's youngest daughter, of course, this was something that Yi Li only found out when he woke up three days later. He was proud of his son. He even felt a little ashamed, he thought to himself that such a situation would inevitably kill his opponent with all his means, but through this battle, he learned something, and also realized that maybe his son's way of dealing with it was right.

This is the truth of what the ancients said, "a soldier who surrenders without a fight."

Qianchi received an order from the sect master on the second day of the battle, saying that the sect master's wife was going back to his mother's house in Iris City to save her relatives, and she took the little young master Yi Haibo with her, so she came to ask him if he was going?

So Qianchi packed his bags and rushed back to his sect, he didn't know that the story of Zhu Fengxue he told was already known to everyone, and he didn't know that he already had a child daughter-in-law.

When he returned to the sect, he found that everyone around him was surprisingly kind to him, even if he didn't know him, he looked at him with curious eyes, as if he was looking at an orangutan in a zoo. Mom didn't know if he would come back, so she made a table full of big fish and meat, the strange thing is that Sister Meow Meow is also there, and Yi Haibo called Tuan Tuan early to wait at the door of the sect, holding his hand all the way and smirking.

Qianchi, who was worried all the way against Yi Haibo and Pei Miaoer's spoofs, felt that everyone had changed when she returned home.

"Well, perhaps, my Bengal tiger is about to be born?"

As a result, I saw that the placenta slowly broke a small opening, it was Xiaohu's claws that leaked out, and then retracted again, Qianchi directly found a pair of scissors, washed it with warm wine, and then washed his hands and went over to put his hand in. After fumbling for a long time, the scissors in his hand also reached in and cut the umbilical cord short. At first, when the mother Bengal tiger died, the placenta was detached from the abdomen, and her remaining energy was integrated into the body of the baby tiger cub, who has been in a state of turtle sucking, relying on the mother's energy to survive. The umbilical cord also loses its role in supplying energy. But it still needs to be cut.

Everyone in the room also gathered around curiously, and Tuan Tuan jumped directly on the bed, and his little head came over. The little tiger who was out of the amniotic fluid was in a very bad state, looking very thin and weak, and his face was flushed. Chichi suddenly remembered that in his previous life, after the baby gave birth, she had to slap his ass and make him cry so that he could inhale oxygen. Mom was about to slap the tiger's buttocks, but Chichi stopped: "It's not in a different state, and if it opens its mouth to cry, it may not be able to stand the pressure of the air and die on the spot." ”

Yu Xiulan looked at her son and hesitantly put down her hand. Qianchi looked at the tiger cub whose little face gradually turned the color of pig liver, took a deep breath, poured a sip of warm wine in the past, and then washed it with warm water, and aimed his mouth at Xiaohu in the eyes of the three people and one dog who couldn't calm down, he first sucked the cub's mouth, but fortunately found that only phlegm and filth blocked the airway, and slowly inhaled it, and then slowly inhaled the air in the disgusting eyes of the three people and one dog, and waited for a while and crossed into the mouth of the little tiger.

A trace of black blood suddenly appeared on the side of Xiaohu's mouth, which frightened everyone, Qianchi was also covered with sweat, adjusted his breath twice, and began to pass through the air containing a lot of carbon dioxide that passed through his breath more gently, there was not much blood, he couldn't confirm what was wrong, he could only do his best, at this time his mother had already run out to find the breeding fighter in the sect.

After repeating this more than ten times, Qianchi touched the little tiger cub's amniotic fluid belly and finally felt a trace of heartbeat, and then he retracted his mouth again, according to the heart rhythm of the little tiger to help the little tiger breathe, not long after, an old veterinarian with a huge wooden box rushed over, asked about the situation and was amazed, and then explained some precautions and left with the box.

Before leaving, he said: "It is worthy of the character who said the allusion of 'if you want to wear a crown, you must first bear its weight'!"

At this time, Qianchi was already tired and lying on the ground, Xiaohu's condition was stable, but the trachea was slightly broken because the first airflow was too rapid, and some blood flowed out, and there was no other problem. Although the system is a little weaker, the veterinarian has guaranteed to survive, and the rest of the work is handed over to Yu Xiulan and Pei Miaoer.

Qianchi took a shabu and picked up the wine to drink, but at this time his hands were already shaking, he was too concentrated just now, and all his movements were fixed with his fighting energy, and the consumption of physical strength and fighting qi was very fast, so that the meridians on his hands were strained.

He felt that he could develop a new cultivation method in this way in the future. Yi Haibo, who was sitting on the side and had nothing to do, obediently poured the wine into the wine glass, picked it up, and handed it to Qianchi's mouth.

In the end, Qianchi directly asked Xiaobo to pour it into a large bowl and feed him. Later, Pei Miaoer fed Qianchi with chopsticks with vegetables.

That night, Chichi, who was drunk and injured, was naturally unable to take care of Xiaohu. Yu Xiulan left Pei Miaoer. She is in charge of Little Tiger, and Pei Miaoer is in charge of Qianchi. Yu Xiulan, who was busy with everything, couldn't help but sigh that if her son didn't come back, it was estimated that the son of God in front of her would die. It seems that there is a fate between the son and Xiaohu.

Because of this incident, the trip of the provincial relatives was also delayed for two months. Within two days, what he had done in Yuxi City spread to the sect again, including allusions to the old leaf crisp. This also made Pei Miaoer from the initial shyness and timidity to the later docile and generous, no way, in two years, when the little brother grows up, how many people will rush to marry him, and then she must be bigger!

Xiaohu's body was so weak that it took a month to open its eyes, and it took a month and a half to learn to walk, and its two hind legs were not the same length and were deformed. Xiaohu's condition also made everyone worry about everything, and Xiaohu himself seemed to feel that he was different, so he was very quiet. But the quieter it is, the more it stimulates Chichi's heart.

He asked the veterinarian, the proportion of deformity is not large, but it is a short hind leg, if it is to be corrected, it needs to wait for Xiaohu's body to recover almost after three months, and it will make Xiaohu very painful.

Therefore, the itinerary of the provincial relatives was changed again because of Qianchi, and it was set for half a year later, and at that time, Haibo's martial soul could also be completely awakened.

For a period of time, Qianchi went to the old veterinarian of the animal pen every afternoon to ask for advice, but he learned the old veterinarian's skills in curing diseases.

Three months later, Chichi personally performed leg surgery on Xiaohu, smashed the hind leg bone raw, and then removed a large piece of bone between the blurred flesh and blood, and finally bandaged it, let Xiaohu wail how, and finally Xiaohu bit the root of Qianchi's right palm resentfully, and Qianchi also let it bite, and did not let go from afternoon to night.

Pei Miaoer just watched what the boy did in silence all the way, and when she treated his wounds at night, she finally couldn't help but hug Qianchi and cry. She couldn't help falling in love with this man who was just eight years old.

Since then, Xiaohu has always watched him bark his teeth and roar, so the person who takes care of it has completely become Pei Miaoer.