The mind turns and mixes into one. Bai Yi has always been a decisive person, even if this decision will bring results that he cannot bear.www.biquge.info The purest sword is the sharpest, and the purest fist is naturally the most powerful, and such a pure person is naturally the strongest.

He now has no eyes in his eyes, and walks straight to the Changchunzi who is surrounded by momentum and I am in the same way, that will is as firm as the mountain and the long town vein, the sun and the moon are high in the sky. Chang Chunzi couldn't help but admire this qualification, and he finally understood why Patriarch Chongyang would take a fancy to this young man with an extreme personality. Although this kind of character is extreme, it still belongs to the category of people, and it can naturally be deviated, repaired, and corrected. But this kind of pure mind talent is simply a chosen cultivator, how can you miss it.

No longer do more verbal temptations, so many years of experience naturally let Changchunzi know that for today's teenagers, the power of words is equivalent to nothingness. Waiting for the battle, Changchunzi did not plan to attack first, his martial arts originated from nature, and when he was serious, he paid more attention to the preemptive strike.

Frank and swinging straight punches, Bai Yi did not hide his intentions, and his punches were straight as one, just like his mood now. However, this kind of skillless fist was naturally easily blocked by Changchun Zi, with the palm facing outward, first whale sucking, and then spitting, containing and spitting, showing the roundness of the control of strength.

But Bai Yi didn't retreat, but he stood still, and with the elastic force of being pushed back, he blasted out his left fist. His left and right hands are equally flexible, and the rhythm of his hands continues to accelerate with the rhythm of Changchun's bullets, as if he is beating a drum enthusiastically. The rapid drum beat was like a rain shower in the sky, impacting for no reason, and Bai Yi maintained such a faster and faster fist speed, and he didn't feel the slightest tiredness.

In other words, at this time, he was no longer aware of his exhaustion, and he had not tested the physical limits of this body since he had gone mad. And now, this limit is probably even more far-reaching than he imagined, even in such a violent state, Bai Yi actually feels that he still has strength left.

Under such endless showers, Changchunzi also realized the weakness of his age. The fist is afraid of being young and strong, which is exactly the case, but ordinary people don't have the physical strength of Bai Yi who is as perverted as he is now. With Bai Yi's rain-like fist now rising, Changchunzi now finally understands that he has underestimated this young man who is valued by his master after all.

couldn't go on like this, and after foreseeing his defeat, Changchunzi finally stopped passively defending. Although Bai Yi's fist speed is very fast now, it is still in Changchunzi's grasp, and he began to look for those irregular and subtle flaws in this shower, deliberately guiding the momentum accumulated in the non-stop whirling on Bai Yi's fist. The fist is like a wave, although there is no way to retreat, but with years of experience, Changchunzi finally found the way to unload the force.

Breathing his breath, the Changchun Zi Spirit Snake spit out a palm and stroked Bai Yi's straight right fist, and a great force gushed out from his palm and deflected Bai Yi's fist. He was unforgiving, holding the right hand of floating dust to support the left fist of the white cloth, and pressed down suddenly. Suddenly, the white-clothed fist was broken, his chest was exposed, and the two arms that were split apart had no time to protect him.

The heart was cold, and the response of the white clothes was extremely simple. He lay backwards with his upper body, slowing down the palm force of the opponent's chest, and the two arms that were split were accelerated to touch the ground, and he slammed it up, exerting force backwards, and took himself out of danger. Bai Yi, who had slightly redeemed the defeat, finally noticed his exhaustion at this time, sweat ran down his forehead, and the dark short brown on his body was already soaked.

The instantaneous outburst was certainly violent, but Bai Yi had to endure the dilemma of being almost exhausted now. It took a lot of energy for him to stab that sword in front of the Chongyang Patriarch before, and now he has completely squeezed himself out. Silently felt the muscles in his body tremble unconsciously, even if he was as proud as him, he could only admit that he was powerless.

"I want to ask, what's the name of your hand?" Bai Yi asked in frustration, letting go of his guarded hands.

Chang Chunzi adjusted his breath with satisfaction, as soon as he fought with this young man, he naturally found out how talented this future junior disciple was, and naturally he was not stingy with this little detail. The old Taoist priest said generously: "When the poor road was watching the scenery on Zhongnan Mountain, I saw the mountain wind blowing, whistling back and forth, but the pine trees on the cliff stood majestically and unshaken, and then comprehended a set of boxing strength. The poor road named it Songtaojin, which means that it is upright and unshakable. ”

The old Taoist priest was full of pride, and he didn't care about the rudeness of the white clothes. If it weren't for the fact that this young man was valued by his master, I am afraid that he would have to put it into the door wall and inherit the mantle.

"Songtaojin?"

Bai Yi chewed these words in his mouth, and finally relaxed all his guard. He is indeed tired, not only physically tired, but also dusty on his heart, to the limit.

Since coming to this world, all kinds of changes have followed, so that Bai Yi can't breathe. Since the Lu family was wiped out, he couldn't find his own home, and he was like duckweed, with nothing to rely on. met the first woman who became the meaning of his abandonment of death, but he tried to tie him up so that he could not escape. How could he not escape, he was not unwilling to be stable, but that kind of stability really couldn't give him the slightest security.

finally had a stable territory, but it was restricted by people's hearts and could not be wanton. Caught in a crisis of responsibility and crisis, he just wants to find a smooth way. He also has his own difficulties, and he has a mysterious master with unknown intentions coveting him, and this inexplicable crisis that does not know when it will erupt makes him completely unin the mood to devote himself to the incomparably great cause of rebellion without reservation. In the face of the conspiracy of the little prince of the Jin Dynasty and the Bliss Palace, he didn't want to intervene at first, but he didn't worry about others doing it, but now he suddenly realized that he was not omniscient and omnipotent, and he was not the center of the whole world.

He just wanted to rest for a while, why did they have to persecute him? He was really tired, and after so many bends, a piece of refined steel would also get tired and start to break. He is also just a mortal, with seven emotions and six desires, there will be success, there will be mistakes, and naturally he will be tired.

Listening to the pine waves in the forest in a daze, just like gongs and drums, silently hustle and bustle, just like meeting with friends and sending off ten miles.