On the evening of the third day of Stone Cliff City, Long Liyu and Wei Yiyuan finally couldn't help it and came to find Lu Ye together.

Ai Ai said with a look of a little lady: "Brother Lu, there is something I have discussed with Lord Liyu for a long time, and I still think you are the most suitable." ”

Lu Ye wondered, "Why is Third Brother Wei so polite?"

"That's right, we've been playing in Stone Cliff City for three whole days, and we've almost played everything we need to play. ”

Wei Yiyuan looked at Lu Ye with a flattering face and said, "But Princess Jiahe hasn't woken up yet, and she doesn't know when she will wake up, is her stomach hungry?"

Lu Ye understood that these two people were here to rush away.

He looked at Long Liyu, and Long Liyu smiled apologetically: "I know Jiahe's temper, and I think about it with the third son, and I think it's most suitable for you to do this." ”

Lu Ye's eyelids jumped, and one of Wei Yiyuan's arms had already put on Lu Ye's shoulder, and he said earnestly: "Think of Youlong, think of my father, I don't have time, brother!"

Lu Ye glared at him fiercely and said, "Why don't you want to think about Jiahe's fist?"

Having said that, Lu Ye came to Shang Jiahe's door in the end. Long Liyu and Wei Yiyuan followed behind with great righteousness and gave him friendship and sponsorship.

Lu Ye waited outside the door and waited, hoping that Shang Jiahe could detect the abnormality from his heavy footsteps and the nervous breathing of the two people behind him, so that he would not be regarded as waking her up.

However, the room was quiet, and Wei Yiyuan, who was behind him, covered his mouth and coughed low to urge Lu Ye.

Lu Ye was helpless, knocked on the door gently, and called softly: "Little sister, it's me-Xiao Lu!"

Shang Jiahe did not answer.

Long Liyu secretly glanced at Wei Yuan. Wei Yiyuan suddenly grabbed the wooden barrel at his feet and threw it on the door with a muffled sound.

Shang Jiahe's angry voice immediately sounded in the room: "Little brat, you are looking for death!"

Lu Ye turned around, if Long Liyu and Wei Qiyuan were still there, they could find that their eyes could also kill, but these two had already fled without a trace.

The anger on Lu Ye's face turned into a touch of astonishment, this pot was determined by himself.

Pushing the door and entering the house, Lu Ye was a little bit windy and cold, and the strong man was gone and never returned, and said: "Little sister, you have been sleeping for three days, are you hungry or not......?"

"Woo-" A fist whistled with the sound of the wind, although it was a fragrant wind, but it slammed towards the door without asking.

Lu Ye had already prepared, almost instinctively unleashed his twenty-one warp palms, took half a step forward diagonally and turned sideways to avoid its edge, shook his head and waved his palm to cut the opponent's veins.

Shang Jiahe let out a low shout: "Dare to fight with me!"

Shen elbow shook his wrist, "snap" fist and palm exchange, the delicate body shook to Lu Ye's side with strength, and the left fist that was ready to shoot was shocked to his chest.

Lu Ye was shocked by Shang Jiahe's fist, but his feet did not move at all, showing a very solid downward effort, twisting his waist and flying up and sweeping towards her lower abdomen.

This foot is rigid and soft and whirring with the wind, like a taut soft whip, and the strength of the inner changes are continuous, which is an extremely clever leg method in the palm of the twenty-one scriptures.

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Lu Ye practices palm cultivation every day, this foot has already become the memory of the body, there is no need to move the mind at all, the hands, feet, body and eyes are naturally launched in one go, the heart to the eyes to the legs to the strength, as if it has reached the realm of perfection.

Shang Jiahe's left fist was attacked in the lower abdomen, and he didn't look at it, and he stood the index finger and middle finger of his right hand in front of the lower abdomen without triggering it, and waited for Lu Ye's left leg to come to the door.

Lu Ye twisted his body and closed his legs to change his moves, but Hao Xuan was not pointed at by Shang Jiahe's double fingers hidden in the needle.

Shang Jiahe chuckled: "Come on, why don't you come?" The two fists took advantage of the situation to counterattack, and the fists bombarded the vital points around the landing Ye like a rainstorm, making him embarrassed, but he couldn't find a chance to breathe.

Suddenly, Lu Ye's back stiffened, and he had been forced to retreat to the corner.

Shang Jiahe was unceremoniously, his calf flew up and "banged", and Lu Ye flew out of the house in response.

She slowly retracted her leg and pouted dissatisfiedly, "It's only seven rounds, it's bad!"

Lu Ye flew out of a graceful arc in the air, fell to the ground, his waist was sore and painful, and his internal organs were pulled as if he had been twisted into a handful of twisted flowers, his eyes were black and white, and his ears were buzzing vaguely and he heard Shang Jiahe's muttering, the young man suddenly became ruthless, took a deep breath to calm the pain, jumped up and flew back with a palm in the air, and slashed her eyebrows.

Shang Jiahe smiled, opened his posture with an attack and a punch to meet him.

"Bang!" Lu Ye's right palm slashed into Shang Jiahe's pink fist, feeling like he had touched a big hammer.

He exhaled and shouted, his legs flew and kicked in a series of uncertainties, enveloping Shang Jiahe's upper body in layers of leg shadows.

Who knew that Shang Jiahe ate and said with a smile: "The kick is very good-looking, but it's a pity that it is useless!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" three punches in a row, Lu Ye's legs turned into reality and connected the three moves.

Shang Jiahe punched Changhong with both fists, and Lu Ye was smashed on the lower abdomen by her punch, and his body bent in pain, his eyes were full of stars, and his stomach was sour.

Long Liyu and Wei seemed to have not seen Lu Ye come out for a long time, so they came back quietly and hid outside to listen to the movements in the house. Hearing the wind whistling in his palm, Lu Ye gritted his teeth and let out a muffled snort from time to time, and invariably showed sympathy, closed his mouth and held his breath, thinking for a while that he had to comfort the unlucky young man.

Standing for more than an hour, the muffled snorting in the room did not mean to stop at all, it seemed that Shang Jiahe had not gone crazy enough, his punches became more and more difficult and heavier, and Lu Ye's voice became more and more bitter and muffled.

Long Liyu couldn't help but discuss with Wei Yiyuan: "Why don't we go in?" Jiahe's shot is not light or heavy, what should I do if I am really disabled?"

Wei Yiyuan nodded and said, "Okay, you go knock on the door." ”

Long Liyu was just about to speak, when he suddenly heard a "boom" inside, as if something had been picked up high and fell down.

She immediately changed her mind and stood up and said: "It's not good, people are learning skills behind closed doors, what are we going to have a good time? Maybe one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, how happy is my heart!"

Wei Ruyuan's face was full of admiration, and he bowed his head deeply: "It's still the county lord of Liyu who thinks far-reaching. ”

While they were whispering, Shang Jiahe in the house let go of Lu Ye's feet and neck, turned his slightly numb wrist to look at his feet and said, "Do you accept it?"

Lu Ye was lying on the ground, dizzy, spitting blood foam, swaying and getting up, as if there were five or six Shang Jiahe dangling in front of him. He shook his head, swallowed a mouthful of Yangzhi Yulu, exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and said sonorously: "Dissatisfied"!"

"Bang", the battle reopened, the fists were not divided between men and women, and the legs were not divided into left and right, and the two figures crackled and fought together.

After fighting like this for more than half an hour, Lu Ye finally ran out of strength and was hit by Shang Jiahe's punch in the face, and he couldn't get up again.

I don't know how long it has been, Lu Ye hazy felt a pair of greasy and delicate hands pushing his back, and a hot fairy qi penetrated through his body, combing through the meridians, indescribably comfortable.

But at the same time, the thirty-six points on his body were sore, as if the shell of a walnut had been shattered, and the true yuan contained in it kept stirring and colliding, and every blow made people want to die, as if they were tormenting in hell.

"I Ching to wash the marrow?" A thought flashed through Lu Ye's mind, and he couldn't help blurting it out.

recalled that she was beaten by Shang Jiahe 36 times just now, and it seemed that she had suffered misery, but in fact, she did it exactly every time, neither repeated nor omitted, and hit all over her 36 tricks without traces, and she was well-intentioned.

"Well, you're pretty smart. ”

Shang Jiahe stood up and pinched Lu Ye's face.

"What are you doing, get up!"

Lu Ye screamed "ouch" in pain, but he didn't pretend to be, but as long as he was lightly touched, it was like a knife, and it really hurt.

At this moment, he can really be described by the words "weak and can't help the wind".

"I slowly managed my luck, and after two or three hours, it didn't hurt. Shang Jiahe said angrily: "So squeamish, you dare to act in front of me in the future." ”

Lu Ye gritted his teeth and got up without saying a word, who let himself deliberately send him to the door today to slap Shang Jiahe in the face?

"Still not convinced? Let me ask you, that day you launched the Immortal Soldiers and Demon Treasures to drive straight in, sweeping all the way to the Yin Charm Army and killing the Xudu City, do you think it is very majestic and powerful? But what kind of ability is that? If there is no Tiande Eight Treasure Furnace, without those messy magic weapons, will a few Cave Heaven Rank Yin Charms be able to clean you up?"

"Have you ever thought about what your foundation is, it looks like you practice the palm sword technique a few times a day, it's good, it's blind!"

She nodded Lu Ye's forehead with her hand and said, "Have you ever thought about it, even if it is a thousand-mile horse, it only paces in the stable every day, and does not let it gallop for thousands of miles, what will be the end?!"

Lu Ye was in a cold sweat when he heard this, he had long forgotten the pain in his body, and looked at Shang Jiahe speechlessly.

"In addition to hurrying, you will come and be beaten every day. Fight with me, don't worry, you won't lack arms and legs!"

Lu Ye suddenly felt a cold sweat when he heard this, and watched Shang Jiahe's lips move and move, and finally didn't dare to say a word.

Shang Jiahe opened the door and said, "Let's go, what are you doing here?"

Lu Ye moved his steps out, and Long Liyu and Wei Yi, who were waiting outside the house, looked at each other from a distance and gasped.

The nose is blue and the face is swollen, and the body is incomplete, young man, you are so miserable! Shang Jiahe's anger when he gets up is really terrible!