Sui Tian Gou Chapter 11: Three consecutive defeats

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The original lively scene was silent for a while, and Yi'an was fainted by vomiting blood and was carried away.

Yi Jing stunned the spot with a thunder strike, and immediately let the thoughtful person back off.

However, some people are self-righteous and do not know whether they live or die.

"Yi Jing, hitting people without slapping your face, so insulting your colleagues, are you doing it too much?"

Someone jumped out and accused Yi Jing of injustice.

Yi Jing stared at him: "You want to challenge me too?"

The man was speechless for a while and gritted his teeth: "Yes, I just want to challenge you and fight for the righteous brother!"

"It seems that you are all the same!"

Yi Jing's face showed disdain, and the floor under her feet clicked and cracked. He stood up from the ground, rushed out with a gust of wind.

If the former Yi Jing hadn't had the slightest amount of fireworks, then he was like a tiger going down the mountain to eat.

The terrifying aura surprised everyone.

Boom!

Everyone only felt a flash of light and shadow in front of them, and then they saw a figure fluttering out, and then with a bang, deforming a small car.

His, too ferocious!

Everyone looked at Yi Jing with different eyes.

"Who else!"

Yi Jing stood with his back, scanning everyone.

"Aoba Takeshi!"

A bald young man came out: "Yi Jing, you have done too much. You are just learning from each other. You are so fierce..."

"Play as you want, so much nonsense!"

Yi Jing sneered, her figure flashed, and jumped up, interrupting Wu Ying directly.

His fists are white, but they are as heavy as a mountain, and Wu Ying has no backhand to press.

"I admit it."

In less than five rounds, Wu Ying couldn't help but admit defeat. It's just that Yi Jing's fist has fallen on his chest before the words are spoken.

Puff!

Wu Ying vomited blood and flew upside down, holding back when he gave up.

"Damn, who said Yi Jing is trash, so ferocious, if he is trash, then Lao Tzu is not as good as trash!"

A middle-aged man who was about to slap Yi Jing secretly cursed, then quietly withdrew from the crowd, turned around and disappeared.

"Brother!"

As soon as Wu Ying landed, two disciples from Qingye Martial Arts Hall rushed to catch Wu Ying. Another person came out with a sharp sword in his hand and stared at Yi Jing indignantly: "Yi Jing , You are so cruel, my junior is already about to surrender!"

Yi Jing looked at him: "You also want to try my jinliang?"

"Huh!"

The disciple of Aoba Martial Arts Hall coldly snorted, without speaking, he drew his sword and rushed forward.

Jianguang is fierce, and extremely tricky. But Yi Jing did not move like a mountain, no matter how quick and tricky the sharp sword was, it could always block it just right, and his fist was strong, and every time he crossed with the sharp sword, the shaking arm of the Qingye Wuguan disciple was numb.

Among the crowd, a disciple of Aoba Martial Arts School suddenly changed his complexion and his figure threw out: "Be merciful!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. His voice just fell, and with a click, the sharp sword in the hands of the Qingye Wuguan disciple was smashed and opened by Yi Jing's fist. Then the fist swept away, and a figure vomited blood and flew out.

"What a strong body, he has already become the first extreme state, right?"

Many people are shocked. Anyone with a little eye can see that the long sword in the hands of the disciple of the Aoba Martial Arts Hall is a refined soldier, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary foundation-building martial artists to break it with a flesh fist.

Yi Jing doesn't have a snare at all. What does this mean?

However, some people don't think so, thinking that Yi Jing should have practiced a martial arts similar to that of Iron Sand Palm.

"Now Aoba Martial Arts kicked to the iron plate, and injured two disciples in a row. Both of them are about to open up the Qihai Dantian. They are a bit better than Gu Heng!"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and Yi Jing lost the three in a row in full view, and no one dared to put waste in his mouth again.

On the opposite restaurant, the white-clothed youth looked at Yi Jing below, with a solemn look in his eyes: "Brother Jiang, I'm afraid that Yi Jing, like you, has developed two extreme states by himself, otherwise it would be impossible. Shatter the weapon with a meat fist!"