"It's a good time!" Bai Ya's eyes flashed with fierce light, and when he opened his mouth, there was a tiger roar.

"Whew~"

The tiger roared like thunder, and like a thunderbolt in the sky, there was a sudden silence within a radius of 100 meters, and the needle could be heard.

The young man in the green shirt was close at hand, and he was the most affected, only to feel his heart beating wildly, buzzing in his ears, and multiple scenes appeared in front of him, and there were signs of concussion, and he was instantly shocked on the spot.

After the tiger roared, Bai Ya made a wrong step, inserted his right foot between the young man's legs, lifted his hips and swung his hips, and slammed the other party into the air and flew out.

But that's not all!

"Give me back!"

Bai Ya was annoyed that this person was rude, and when the other party's body was still floating in the air, his right hand turned into a tiger claw, and he grabbed the ankle of the young man's right leg like lightning, pulling him back from the air.

At the same time, with a twist of his body, his left elbow aimed at the young man's knee and smashed down like an axe.

However, just before hitting the knee, his elbow moved slightly back and deflected from the knee to the calf bone.

"Stop!"

When he saw his companion being knocked into by the other party, the young man in white knew that it was not good, yelled, and pounced.

Because this Xiangyang auction is an underground auction, Baiya is participating for the first time, and he doesn't want to be too eye-catching, so he went out and wore a Hanfu shirt, which is similar to ordinary people, and he doesn't look like a martial artist at all.

This is also the reason why he was targeted by the thieves in the first place, and the two in front of him didn't realize that he was a martial artist at first, and only regarded him as a hooligan ruffian who bullied the weak.

Now when you do it, of course, you can tell at a glance whether it is a dragon or a worm.

It's just that the white-shirted young man surnamed Sun saw that his companion had already started at the beginning, so he naturally didn't step forward again, and chose to stand by and watch. Waiting for the young man in the green shirt to be knocked away by Bai Ya's move, it was too late to help.

"Click!" Just heard a crisp sound, the right calf of the young man in the green shirt folded backwards, and the leg and neck protruded like a sarcoma.

Although the broken bones did not pierce the flesh, this strange recurved calf shape still looks shocking.

"Bastard!" The white-shirted young man was red-eyed, stopped five meters away from the white cliff, and made a sideways posture of drawing the bow, his left palm stretched out in front of him, and his right fist seemed to pull the bowstring slowly back.

It's just that he did it with great difficulty, and his right fist was like pulling a huge bed crossbow, and his movements were as slow as a snail.

But as soon as this posture came out, Bai Ya only felt that the pores of his whole body stood up, and he felt a huge threat.

"Interesting!" Bai Ya's eyes flashed, he grabbed the right hand of the young man in the green shirt and shook it, threw it aside, inhaled and concentrated, slowly raised his arm, and his left palm suddenly became red, and the palm was even more bruised.

With the gradual refinement of the Mixed Yuan Iron Cloth Shirt, the Vajra Mudra was also cultivated by him to the fifth level of martial arts skills-Fusion Realm, the power became more and more terrifying.

The pearl left by the monk Huikong back then, now it finally shines in the hands of Baiya, and if you want to come to the great monk to know under the spring, you can also look at it happily.

"Brother Sun, no...... Don't ......"

The young man in green shirt who was thrown aside by Bai Ya finally woke up from the pain of a slight concussion and a broken leg at this time, but as soon as he saw his companion's punching posture clearly, he was immediately shocked and stopped with a loud voice.

However, at this time, the two people facing each other on the field were ready to shoot.

After the white-shirted young man came out of that pose, the anger on his face had disappeared, and he changed to a solemn expression, ignoring the shouts of his companions, and only the existence of Bai Ya was left in his eyes.

"Drink!" When the white-shirted young man finally pulled his right fist to his chest, the qi machine on the court was also stretched to the limit, and the two of them raised their voices at the same time and swung their fists.

"Bang!" the white-shirted young man's fist was as slow as a snail and as heavy as a thousand pounds, but when it was swung out, it was as fast as lightning, bringing out an afterimage that made a sound like a heavy steam pile driver.

First slow and then fast, the contrast is so stark, but there is still a smoothness between the movements, which makes everyone who sees this scene have a sense of surprise and brilliance.

There was a glimmer of divine light in Bai Ya's eyes, and the big handprint of King Kong was shot out like lightning, and a red palm print came out of his body like a physical body, and the palm power just flew out, and immediately swelled to the size of a fan, and it was printed on the chest of the young man in white shirt.

It's just that the palm strength only flew out less than a meter, and there was a fist-sized hole in the center of the red palm silently, and the edges were neat like a knife and axe.

"That's what he punches?"

Bai Ya's eyes widened in disbelief, the punch of the young man on the opposite side was colorless, invisible, and silent, but the strength was so condensed, and the hard steel face-to-face pierced the big handprint of King Kong.

"Bang!", just as he was stunned, the punch that pierced through Vajra's mudra struck him squarely on his left palm.

Bai Ya only felt an irresistible force coming, and his body involuntarily flew upside down, and with a "boom", he crashed into the garbage heap in the corner.

After the white-shirted young man on the opposite side punched, he was also weak, and in the face of the big handprint of King Kong that had been pierced in his palm, but still condensed, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Be careful!"

However, at this time, the young man in the green shirt had already stood up, dragged his broken leg and threw him to the ground, which was able to avoid the palm of King Kong's big mudra.

"Brother Bai, thank you!" The young man in the white shirt was tempted to make a desperate move, but now he was a little scared afterwards, and thanked his companion in shock, "By the way, it's okay with your leg injury, right?"

"It's okay, it's your arm ......" The young man in the green shirt smiled bitterly, looking at the arm of the young man in the white shirt, his gaze was a little evasive.

"My arm...... Ah~~" The young man in the white shirt was stunned for a moment, looked down at his right arm where he punched, and suddenly couldn't help screaming, and was overwhelmed by the severe pain.

His right arm now looked much worse than his companion's broken leg, starting from his right wrist to his elbow, and the skin of his entire forearm was open like a miniature bomb erupting inside the arm, and there were small flares open everywhere.

"Brother Sun, you have been reckless this time, and after you go back, you will have to recuperate for at least half a year. The young man in green shirt shook his head and sighed, "Your Shadowless Divine Fist has not yet entered the hall, and your body can't support this kind of outburst, I just hope that the damage to your muscles and bones will not leave any trouble!"

"Go back, hehe, let's talk about it when I have my life!" the white-shirted young man smiled bitterly and propped himself up, looking back at the garbage heap where the white cliff had collapsed.

"The Shadowless God Fist is fierce and incomparable, that person was punched in the front, isn't he dead......" The young man surnamed Bai's face changed, and he looked at it vigilantly.

"Whoa!"

Sure enough, just as the two were watching, a person slowly stood up in the garbage heap. He twisted his neck with great difficulty, and the bones of his whole body crackled like a string of firecrackers.

"It seems that you and I have kicked the iron plate, this person is just afraid that he is not a ruffian, there should be other inside information about what happened just now!"

The young man surnamed Sun gritted his teeth fiercely, tore off the hem of his shirt and hurriedly bandaged his right arm, and looked nervously at the figure opposite.

......

Bai Ya took the punch just now with his left palm, only to feel that his left wrist was painful and cracking, and when he turned his head to look, he found that his left wrist was dislocated, and there was actually a clear fist mark left in the palm of his left palm.

He felt lucky in his heart, thanks to the punch he received with his left palm.

You must know that Bai Ya's left palm was once scratched by the black tiger's tiger claws in Shiyangji, and he ate the little King Kong Pill indiscriminately and left sequelae, and later fortunately the doctor Wang Ling of Chengdu Medicinal Canteen cured this hand.

As a blessing in disguise, this left palm is the strongest point of the mixed yuan iron cloth shirt in the whole body.

If he had caught the enemy with his right palm just now, even if he had a mixed iron cloth shirt to protect his body, he was afraid that he would have already broken his bones.

"Smack!" Bai Ya pressed the dislocated wrist bone back into place with a little effort, and raised his eyes to look at the two opposite.

At a glance, the nervous and miserable appearance of the two people suddenly came into view, which made him feel very comfortable at the same time, and at the same time, he also had a vicious breath in his chest.

"Hmph, one person wastes a dog's leg, which can be regarded as a slight punishment!" Bai Ya smiled coldly, and was about to turn around and leave, but he felt that it was still not enough to relieve his anger, and he stepped forward again.

"What else are you going to do?" the two young men suddenly became nervous again when they saw him pressing forward again.

"Hey, you two used to think of a ruffian hooligan, so why don't you learn a ranger once?" Bai Yapi looked at the two of them with a smile, and stretched out his hand to point to the skin bag on their waists, "Throw the waist bag honestly, otherwise...... Hey, hey!"

"Otherwise, what are you going to do, you can't be humiliated, if you want a mustard seed bag, take it from the corpse we are waiting for!" The young man surnamed Sun was furious and clenched his left fist tightly.

"Your Excellency, don't deceive people too much. The young man surnamed Bai also lowered his face, and his eyes flashed with resentment.

It's the first time he's suffered such a big loss!

"If you don't have any skills, won't you be humiliated just now?"

Bai Ya smiled fiercely, "Now tell me that you can't be humiliated if you can't kill a soldier? don't give a mustard seed bag, okay, wait for someone to do it, strip you naked, tie you two naked, and then throw them into the downtown area." If the people of Xiangyang are not afraid of staining their eyes, it is estimated that there will be one more joke during the festival!"

"You ......" The young man surnamed Sun turned his face purple and was speechless in a dumbfounded voice.

"What are you, anyway, the two of you seem to have a good relationship, you can learn from Long Yangjun and King Wei An in the future!" Bai Ya teased unceremoniously.

The young man surnamed Sun was extremely angry, and he was about to step forward desperately, but he suddenly felt that his waist was empty, and the mustard seed bag was ripped away by his companion next to him.

"Brother Bai, you ......"

"Let him be proud for a while!" The young man surnamed Bai had a gloomy face as if he was about to drip water, and he whispered to comfort his companion, and then threw the two mustard seed bags in front of Bai Ya with an expressionless face.

"I'm not as good as others, I have nothing to say, and the mustard seed bag will be stored in you. Just be careful, don't let these two things burn your hands!"

"Haha, I like to hear you call!" Bai Ya grinned, stretched out his hand and nodded at the young man surnamed Bai, shook off the two mustard seed bags, and walked away.

"Poof!" After Bai Ya left, the young man surnamed Bai turned pale and couldn't help spitting blood, but this was not an internal injury, but he was angry.

"Brother Bai?" The young man surnamed Sun was startled and hurriedly supported his companion.

"Let's go, before that person has time to dispose of the mustard seed bag, let's go to the inn to find my second uncle. The young man surnamed Bai gritted his teeth and said, "My bag has the unique bloodline token of the Bai family, my second uncle belongs to the Bai family's lineage, and with his skills, he will be able to sense the location of that person." ”