Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Yellow Sparrow

The brocade man also began to feel that something was wrong.

Unlike Xu Yang, he saw the person behind Xu Yang.

The Jinyi man is standing in the dark of the alley, so the side where Xu Yang is located is the bright place.

That's why he can see each other clearly.

However, he didn't even notice when the person behind Xu Yang appeared.

Seems to have been there?

Quite tall, but bald, is he a monk?

Shaolin? or Wutai Mountain?

The top masters of these two factions have killed more than one or two themselves, and this person is definitely not.

There is a power of death in him.

This power even felt it from afar, and he couldn't help but let out a kind of trembling.

Cai Xiaotian smiled.

He likes it.

This feeling of near-death has been away from me for many years.

It's been so long that he's forgotten the last experience, when was it?

Fifty years ago? Or seventy years ago?

Forget it, don't think about it if you can't remember.

Anyway, at that time, the youth was just right, the cherry blossoms were blooming, and the beauties by the stream were young.

That day was also the last time I met Master.

Master said something when he was leaving, and he remembers it to this day.

"Xiao Tian, people are not romantic, young people, you have been sticking to the persistence in your heart, it's not a good thing. ”

Then, Master left.

He waited here for the master for decades, but never came back.

Come to think of it, his old man has already ascended to the Bliss Immortal Realm, right?

The corners of his eyes are a little wet, this damn spring breeze.

What the hell is this...... Miss.

The strange stalemate is miraculously still maintained.

Long.

The faint sound of knocking in the distance, when it floated here, seemed to have been a century later, or was it longer?

Finally, Long Feng was the first to collapse.

To be honest, he was able to persist until now, and even Xu Yang was surprised.

"Ahh

Wielding a green bamboo stick, he stabbed at Xu Yang.

Nima.

Persimmon picks up soft pinch?

Long Feng finally made what he thought was the wisest choice.

The person who blocked his way was obviously weaker than the one who had been following him.

And the one behind him, from beginning to end, he never even had the idea of a challenge.

In particular, the person who intercepted himself, from just now, seems to have brought him a sense of oppression that has begun to weaken?

Long Feng couldn't believe it.

Long Feng could only believe.

The green bamboo stick carried the wind of the spring night and galloped in.

Long Feng wanted to open a way.

A way out.

As long as there is one way, it is enough.

However, at this moment, Xu Yang, whose whole body qi was suppressed, not only did he not dare to move, but even, he was a little looking forward to the attack of the green bamboo stick.

was hit by a green bamboo stick, and at most it was just an injury.

There are medical skills, there are all kinds of magical drugs in the points mall, as long as they are not hung up on the spot, Xu Yang can cure himself in minutes.

It's much better than being suppressed and involuntarily.

However, at this moment, Xu Yang suddenly found that the pressure that locked his whole body's qi suddenly loosened.

This time is enough for Xu Yang to protect himself.

Xu Yang has been preparing, no matter whether the person behind him finally decides to do it to himself, as long as he moves, this perfect suppression will inevitably loosen.

That's your only chance.

Whether it's a good opportunity or not, it's better to have a chance than not at all.

Heartbeat, manual, knife movement.

Xu Yang finally remembered the purpose of his visit, using the back of the knife.

With a snap, the gossip knife came first, and it had already slapped on Long Feng's face.

Long Feng fell and fainted.

Xu Yang also took advantage of this shot to rise up and jumped onto the brick wall next to the alley.

After going up the wall, I finally got rid of the feeling of being restrained for a while.

The breath is a little unsteady, which is inevitable.

No matter who is in danger of dying, they can't calm down immediately.

The person behind him didn't take the opportunity to make a move, Xu Yang couldn't believe it.

The deadlock of three points and one line was broken.

Whether it was the brocade-clothed man in front of him or the mysterious man behind him, Xu Yang believed that they were definitely not a group.

Don't talk about people of this level who don't disdain to join forces and other nonsense, the simplest truth, if they are all all the way, what is their life just now?

Until now, he is still alive, most likely, it is the result of the two of them holding each other back. In Xu Yang's sight, the two masters he didn't know at all began to move.

Cai Xiaotian began to move.

He moved very slowly.

Very calmly.

There was no need for him to rush.

He's old.

Sexual impatience is a privilege reserved only for young people.

Anyway, the road is there, waiting for me to walk through it step by step.

The mysterious man also slowly came out and showed his appearance.

It's actually a monk.

Who is he?

Cai Xiaotian walked slowly to the three steps in front of the brick wall where Xu Yang was and stopped.

He didn't look at Xu Yang, but spoke to the monk.

"Honorable, who is it?"

The jerky and rusty voice seemed to have not spoken for thousands of years, and it was no longer accustomed to talking to humans.

The mysterious man folded his hands and saluted, and there was a chanting.

"There is no Amitofu in the south, the poor monk is angry, and he has seen his predecessors. ”

Hearing this name, Xu Yang felt a little familiar, he must have heard it somewhere.

But why can't I remember it for a while?

"Fortunately. Both said at the same time.

Then the two got their hands dirty.

Without any foreshadowing, when Xu Yang was unprepared, the two had already performed their own mastery.

Xu Yang said that he couldn't understand it at all.

Perhaps the gap was too big, and he could only see Cai Xiaotian, the man in brocade, slowly slapping the mysterious monk six steps away with his left hand.

The soft palm power, not to mention the six steps apart, even if it is really pressed on the body, Xu Yang feels that there will be nothing wrong.

What's more, it's just a distant shot.

However, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Then, he just flicked his sleeves lightly.

It's so far away that you can't even fan the slightest wind, okay?

Cai Xiaotian's eyes flashed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay!" This compliment, like a greeting from thousands of miles away, Xu Yang was not sure if he heard it.

I must have heard it, and I actually showed a look on my face that I had won the award, and then returned to the surprised expression before.

The left foot took half a step back.

Xu Yang just understood a little, the praise just now was actually a move by Cai Xiaotian.

Obviously, a disappointment is a loss.

Using sound as a weapon, is it a sonic monster?

Then he took another half step back.

Then, another half-step.

After retreating three and a half steps in a row, he really stabilized his body with a sigh of anger.

And Cai Xiaotian also slowly took a step and a half forward.

It was a little closer to Xu Yang.