"You talk a lot of nonsense. Feng Yang said lightly, his right sleeve waved at the stick shadow pressed by Xiao Ding, and a powerful force forced the stick shadow back, and then the left palm turned into a claw to grab Wei Bing's right hand Emei thorn at an almost weird angle, and snatched Wei Bing's Emei thorn with a pull, and then stepped on the 'microwave virtual step' to approach Wei Bing, and his right hand used the technique of 'empty-handed into a hundred blades', and forcibly snatched the Emei thorn in Wei Bing's hand, and stabbed Wei Bing's chest 'Jizhong acupoint' with his hand in front of him, and said lightly: "Give it back to you." ”

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and the series of actions of Feng Yang was only completed in an instant. Wei Bing only felt that his hands were empty, and then he felt a strong wind coming to his body. Seeing the Emei thorn in Feng Yang's hand stabbing at his 'Jizhong acupoint', he couldn't help but be shocked, and he didn't have time to think about rubbing his feet, stopping his body leaning forward, and swept forward with the Emei stab in his left hand, and tilted to the left as much as possible to avoid the 'Jizhong acupoint' being stabbed.

With a 'bell', Wei Bing's swept Emei thorn hit the Emei thorn that Feng Yang stabbed over, but unfortunately he didn't have enough strength to attack in a hurry, and he didn't shoot down the Emei thorn that Feng Yang stabbed over, but just missed a little bit, and the Emei thorn in Feng Yang's hand still hit Wei Bing's chest heavily. With a muffled snort, Wei Bing covered his chest with his right hand and fell back four feet, his body staggered and took four steps back in a row to avoid standing firmly, 'wow', a mouthful of hot blood spurted out from under the copper mask, and his feet fell to the ground and couldn't stand up again.

The red-robed old man couldn't help but shrink his gaze when he looked at Feng Yang's eyes, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it to the gray-robed mask man on the left, and said without any emotion: "Pour one for Xiao Bing." ”

"Yes. The gray-robed masked man on the left took the porcelain vase, clasped his hands into fists and saluted, and turned to Wei Bing.

Feng Yang unexpectedly hit Wei Bing into a heavy blow just now, and secretly regretted in his heart that he didn't hit Wei Bing's 'Jizhong Acupoint'. Although Wei Bing escaped the killing, he was seriously injured and lost the strength to fight again.

The battle situation on the field is very weird, although Xiao Ding's hands are still there, jumping up and down, drinking again and again, the cooked copper rod in his hand is dancing very mighty, the weird thing is that when the cooked copper rod falls, the wind blows lightly and stabs the Emei thorn lightly, and Xiao Ding is bound to collect the baton and attack. From beginning to end, the stabbing sticks never intersected, as if the two of them had agreed to only perform tricks and pose tricks.

But everyone who stood on the sidelines and watched the battle could see that Xiao Ding was not Feng Yang's opponent at all, and he could fight until this time without falling, but Feng Yang didn't let him fall.

"Brother Stinky Yang, I asked you to break this guy's hands, what are you still rubbing?" Mei'er, who was standing on the side, puffed out her cheeks and was very displeased, and said to the wind.

"Got it, that's going to break him with a pair of paws. Feng Yang responded lightly. As soon as the words fell, his body burst out, rubbing his body and rushing towards Xiao Ding.

Xiao Ding was already overwhelmed, and he was completely in the process of being beaten. At this time, when he heard that Feng Yang was about to break his hands, he was horrified, and hurriedly ran his true qi to the extreme, and quickly danced the cooked copper rod in his hand to protect the three roads around his body.

"Alright, don't bother. Feng Yang said lightly, discarding the Emei thorn in his hand at will, and reaching out to grab it in the shadow of the stick.

When Xiao Ding saw Feng Yang grabbing him empty-handed, he couldn't help but snort lightly, and cursed in his heart: "Arrogant boy, you want to cut off Lao Tzu's hands." Lao Tzu will cut you off first!" With a fierce light in his eyes, his face was hideous, and he frantically injected the true qi in his body into the copper rod in his hand, and smashed the right forearm stretched out by Feng Yang with a move.

'Bang', 'click' things breaking, 'ah!' screams, 'clang' metal falling to the ground, four rings in a row.

Feng Yang and Xiao Ding are as fast as lightning when they touch each other, except for a few people in the valley who have cultivated to a high level, the rest have not yet come back to taste, Feng Yang and Xiao Ding have been standing opposite each other three feet apart, the cooked copper rod in Xiao Ding's hand has fallen to the ground, and his hands are not able to hang down on both sides.

"What's the matter, it really broke his hands?" Qian Zhonghai looked at the cooked copper rod on the ground, and then looked at Xiao Ding's hands hanging down naturally, and said in astonishment.

"Really broke his hands, too fierce, right?" Huang Zhongshan also said weakly.

"I think the hands holding the stick should have been broken by Feng Shaoxia. A Taishan sect disciple said affirmatively.

......

Wei Yi, who was on the left side of the red-robed old man, walked out slowly, and said to Feng Yang with a voice like the tip of a knife cutting through glass: "The kid is good, I, Wei Yi, will meet you." Before the sound fell, the figure had arrived, and he slapped at Feng Yang's door, Wei Yi's speed was amazingly fast, giving people the illusion that he had been standing in front of Feng Yang and raising his hand to high-five.

Feng Yang was also taken aback by Wei Yi's speed, and in his busy time, he avoided it backwards, rubbing his hands and counterattacking with a mistake.

'Bang, bang. The sound was like a salute sounding one after another, Feng Yang and the two of them were already fast, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them had already made more than a hundred, and for a time they were evenly matched and indistinguishable from each other.

At this moment, an old and hoarse voice came from outside the valley: "Brother, hurry up, there is a firecracker in the valley, let's go over and see." ”

"I said, brother, your ears are not bright, is that the sound of firecrackers? I'll tell you it's someone fighting. Another old man's voice said slowly.

The previous voice said unconvinced: "My ears are not bright, yours is bright? I don't know if people are fighting? I'm just using an analogy, do you understand the analogy?"

"Then why didn't you say that someone was fighting in the first place? How could you say that someone was setting off firecrackers?

"I just don't say that someone is fighting, I just say that someone is setting off firecrackers, so that's interesting. ”

"Don't talk nonsense with you, the old man still goes into the valley, if they stop fighting, there will be no excitement. ”

"Then what nonsense are you talking about?" As soon as the words fell, two figures quickly swept in from outside the valley.

Mei'er, who was in the valley, knew that the Bai brothers had arrived as soon as she heard the voices of the two old men, and when she saw the two figures sweeping into the valley, she shouted: "Hey, Bai Lao'er, why did you come here?"

The white angel squinted at Mei'er and said unhappily: "Little girl, you are too rude, if you see your man's brother is not called uncle, at least call us brother." Why didn't you shout at us Bai Lao'er, wait a minute, I can talk to the third brother. ”

Bai Tianhuan followed and said: "That's it, that's it, you must talk to the third brother well, let him teach this girl well." ”

Mei'er stretched out her hand and snatched the wine bag in Qian Zhonghai's hand, raised her head at the Bai brothers, and said with a smile: "Bai Lao'er, you can find your third brother to sue me, but you don't have a share of the wine in this girl's hand." ”

As soon as the Bai brothers heard the wine, they immediately changed their smiling faces and said to Mei'er: "Good girl, what kind of wine do you have in your hand, how about letting the old brother take a sip and taste it?"

Mei'er shook the wine bag and asked with a smile, "You won't sue me?"

The two Bai brothers shook their heads in unison and said, "Don't sue me, don't sue me." ”

"Want to drink?"

"Yes, good girl, give me the wine. Bai Baihuan said with a smile on his face.

"But you two, I only have one bag of wine, who should I give it to first?" said Mei'er with a look of embarrassment as she held up the wine bag.

The white angel immediately stepped forward and smiled at Mei'er: "I'm my brother, of course it's for me." As he spoke, he snatched the wine bag.

"How can it be done, you should be the elder brother to let the younger brother drink first. Bai Tianhuan also reached out to grab the wine.

Mei'er retreated, flashed the snatching of the two Bai brothers, and said in a coquettish voice: "It's no problem for you to drink, it's not too late to drink when your third brother wins." ”