Zhuo Yifan grabbed the horse rope and asked in a lost voice, "Who are you?"

A young man walked out of the crowd, his face was a little gloomy, and shouted at Zhuo Yifan: "Don't be afraid, we are good people." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Good person?" Zhuo Yifan heard him say this, and his heart instantly became more steady.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan's safe face, the young man showed a strange smile on his face.

At this time, the young man in white behind drove her horse and saw everyone, she couldn't help but glance at Zhuo Yifan, secretly thinking that he had no experience in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, another person came from the crowd and shouted, "The world is so small, we meet again." ”

The young man in white turned his head to look at it, and when he saw that it was the young man with scars in the inn, Liu Mei frowned slightly: "It's you, what are you trying to do here?"

The young man with the scar never left, he asked people to secretly follow the young man in white, knowing that he was going out of the city, and he was waiting for them at the place where he had to go out of the city.

And the young man in white thought that they were really gone, and it was only now that he understood what the inexplicable and weird smile of the young man with the scar represented when he left.

The young man with the scar clenched his fists and sneered at his face: "We don't want to do anything either, we just want the kid next to you, plus one of your arms or legs." ”

The young man in white shook his head, looked at him, and said with a calm face: "Just you, don't you think you want too much, too overestimating your ability?"

The young man with the scar had long known his ability, and it seemed that he had long known that he would say this, so he looked back at everyone and laughed: "Is it overestimating your ability, you only know until you try it." ”

I saw that as soon as the young man with the scar finished speaking, his body moved, waved his arms, and "Huh!" leaped towards the young man in white, and in an instant, he had jumped several meters.

When the young man in white saw the young man with the scar leaping over, his willow eyebrows fluttered slightly, and he said, "I want to see how capable you are." ”

After that, his feet kicked the stirrups, his light waist was like a bird with wings spreading, his arms waved, and he instantly rose from the horse's back, and his black boots tapped the horse's back, and he flew away towards the young man with scars.

The young man with the scar had already stepped on his feet, his eyes flashed, his palms hung down on his shoulders, and he swung his palms and rotated them from left to right. In an instant, the dust under his feet flew along the hem of his clothes, like a whirlwind.

The white-clothed young man who flew in the air leaned sideways in front of him, kicked the soles of his feet forward for a while, and the soles of his white boots, like raindrops falling wildly, flew towards the young man with scars again and again.

"Smack, smack!"

The palm of the young man with the scar was wrapped in a layer of anger, and the palm as hard as a discus slapped directly into the flying soles of his feet, and the two of them instantly fell to the ground.

The white-clothed young man's feet were in a mess in an instant, and the landing was not as smooth as before, and he secretly felt that the palm power of the young man with scars was so strong.

Both of them stared at each other, bursts of cold air filled their bodies, and the air around them was wrapped in layers of cold air.

The corners of the scarred young man's mouth slightly hooked up a sneer, and at the same time waved his palms in the air, and also rotated twice, and the aura around his palms seemed to be a little more, like white smoke rising in winter, a thin layer of fog white.

The young man in white was also stunned at this time, he really didn't expect that this unknown young man with scars had such deep internal strength.

"Eat me two more palms!"

The young man with the scar burst out with a shout, only to see the two palms spinning twice in the air, as if all the strength around the body was condensed between the two palms, and the brutal palm power rotated back and forth around the body, and in an instant, the whole body was wrapped in his palm.

The white-clothed young man looked at the degree of swinging, which was obviously stronger than the palm power of the first round of running. This time, she didn't dare to underestimate it, picked up the folding fan on her waist, first took two steps back, and then pointed her toes on the ground, dodging the scarred young man who rushed in.

The young man in white knows very well the strength of the internal force in the palm of the young man with the scar, if he is hard connected, it will only hurt himself, so it is better to avoid his edge and take the opportunity to attack.

When the young man with the scar saw that this burst of arrogant palm power did not let the young man in white eat it, he instantly gritted his teeth in anger, which made him resentful.

He saw that the young man in white was so flexible, although his brutal palm power could be displayed, but if he couldn't beat it, then it would all be in vain.

But he didn't have a good way at the moment, so he could only wave his palm power, go up hard, and put his hope on the probability of attacking again, as long as he hit a palm, at least the young man in white would have enough to drink a pot.

After thinking about it, the young man in white was not allowed to rest, and when he stepped out, it was another fierce attack.

And the young man in white also seized the opportunity for him to win with one palm, intending to exhaust his internal strength, as long as he could avoid his arrogant palm power, his palm power was useless no matter how strong it was.

Zhuo Yifan, who was watching from behind, was also nervous in his heart, clenching his fists while muttering: "I hope I don't defeat it, I hope I don't defeat ......"

When the senior sister dressed as a man heard this, her face turned pale and said, "Shut up, can you stop talking?"

Zhuo Yifan glanced at the senior sister who was dressed as a man, knowing that she was also worried, so she made a grimace and turned her head away and stopped talking.

For a time, one person is like a rock, one person is like a goose feather, one is attacking with a hard palm, one is avoiding the palm, the two will cross left and right, and the other will jump up and down, and the fight is dark.

"Hey!"

The young man with the scar tried his best, and as his own low voice sounded, he also instilled all the strength of his body between his palms, his legs increased violently, and his body popped out like a flower and bamboo.

The two fought fiercely, and in less than half an hour, the young man with the scar began to lose some physical strength, and at this time, the breathing sound in his chest also became overwhelming, panting, and it was obvious that the internal force was gradually changing in the direction of exhaustion.

But he still looked like he was angry, and his anger was not weakened because of the fight just now, but because he didn't hit a single move just now, he added a bit of fire, and he had a full angry expression.

Seeing this, the young man in white was obviously much more relaxed, he was just blindly dodging, and the consumption of internal force was naturally not like the young man with scars, at this time, he was looking at the right time to make a move, ready to knock him down.

Everyone looked at the two intently, especially Zhuo Yifan and the junior sister dressed as a man, and their faces looked very nervous.

At this moment, the young man in white saw that the opportunity was coming, and the figure suddenly moved left and right, and then the folding fan flung forward, with a clear sound, the folding fan was thrown in front of the neck of the young man with the scar, and the young man with the scar saw the attack, so he waved his palm and hurriedly blocked it, but the time was too short, and the palms that rushed to the young man in white continued to exhaust the internal force, and he could not recover it immediately.

The young man in white stabbed his throat with a silver spear, and the forward-leaning folding fan instantly pierced into the throat of the scarred young man, and the folding fan retreated in an instant, and a touch of red slashed out of the air and sprinkled to the earth.

The young man with the scar clutched his bleeding neck, his eyes staggered, and he couldn't believe that all this was true. Obviously, he made ruthless moves everywhere, bent on letting the other party die, but if he was not careful, the next moment, he was going to fall here.