Chapter 22 , each has a ghost

After that, Yang Feng, who bent into a ball, bounced up violently. While the windmill rotated like a ball, he bounced on the ground like a ball.

Soon, several times of squeezing forces are formed in the body to eliminate impurities in the body. The bones of his whole body are also crackling. If you listen carefully, you will hear a strange rhythm of the sound of the bone joints.

At the beginning of practicing this set of physical skills, the pain to endure is not much lighter than that of broken bones, and it is a continuous deepening pain. Yang Feng remembered that he almost gave up at first.

Now, his body has adapted to the whole set of movements and will not feel unbearable pain. After easily doing the complete action, he told Han Jing the essentials again. Originally, he wanted her to start practicing tomorrow, but he didn't expect this stubborn girl to insist on starting immediately.

Han Jing's body was more flexible than Yang Feng expected, but when he saw that she didn't even say a word from beginning to end, he felt ashamed and couldn't help asking, "Don't you feel pain?"

With a big white eye, Han Jing asked weakly, "Do you think it's possible? Master, did you take out this set of skills to fool people? No one has practiced it before, right?

"Well, conscienceless girl, this set of skills is also ranked in the Xuanqi Temple. It has not reached a certain level, and even the book cover is not allowed to be read. I taught it to you privately, and I was nagging again by those stubborn old people.

Looking at the sweat dripping down Han Jing's face, Yang Feng couldn't bear to count it again and said, "Go to sleep quickly."

She was too lazy to move, so Han Jing leaned against the old elm tree next to her, closed her eyes and said, "Master, I'll stay here for a while. Anyway, it's almost dawn."

Without answering the words, Yang Feng took out a light triangle tent and set it up on the ground. I went to see that Han Jing had fallen asleep. With a silent smile, he bent down and was ready to pick her up.

"Do not touch her!"

A knife light came, and Yang Feng quickly withdrew his hand, turned around, and saw Ye Guyun flying down.

"I sent her into the tent to sleep." Yang Feng said angrily and stopped looking at Ye Guyun. He raised his hand and threw out a purple flash, causing the airflow to roll up Han Jing and drag her into the tent.

She slept so hard that Han Jing was dragged into the tent and didn't wake up. I don't know what she dreamed of. She called in a low voice, whose name it was.

Yang Feng and Ye Guyun were suspicious of calling themselves. At the same time, they answered and looked at her still not wake up, but the expression on her face fluctuated in an instant, and a faint sadness and attachment enveloped her eyebrows. Suddenly, it flashed with a shy and pure luster. Let their moods also rise and fall.

Yang Feng and Ye Guyun stopped talking and sat cross-legged on the side of the tent.

When the morning light shines into the dense forest, the fog in the jungle shakes, and the layers of mountains seem to extend from the clouds.

Han Jing's head poked out of the tent and happened to look into Yang Feng.

After sleeping, she was in a good mood and smiled. She smiled so warmly, cheerfully and cleanly, and her eyes were as clear as the melting water of a thousand years of snow.

At that moment, Yang Feng, who was in the game, had a sense of self-embrage and did not dare to look directly.

"Master, the little rabbit ran away?" Han Jing suddenly shouted anxiously.

Is it for you to be a teacher? Yang Feng was a little ironic. Thinking about it again, it seemed that he was willing to coax this girl to worship her teacher with a ball rabbit. Twisting his lips, he said helplessly, "When you practiced yesterday, the teacher had already put the rabbit away for you. I'm really convinced that you tied the rabbit with a green vine. Please have some common sense. Even if it is a first-order mysterious beast, it is also a mysterious beast. How can an ordinary green vine hold it?

With beautiful eyes, Yang Feng grabbed the ball rabbit from the royal beast ring. Han Jing hugged the rabbit and did not hesitate to flatter: "Oh yeah! The master is still wise."

Yang Feng felt that his master had done a good job. He rubbed his nose, didn't say a breath, and put away the tent by himself.

Ye Guyun couldn't help laughing.

"Why did you come here early in the morning?" The loud voice of the cold river broke the peace of the forest in the morning light and made the birds noisy far and far.

"I don't want to hit you, so Jiang, don't ask." Touching the cooing stomach, Han Jing said with a bitter face, "Get some food quickly. I'm starving to death!"

Han Jiang asked stupidly, "You ate so much barbecue last night, where would you starve to death?"

The pupil shrank, and Ye Guyun asked incredulously, "Ajing, you won't break through again, will you?"

She narrowed her eyes and said with a proud smile, "Jie Su said that she didn't want to show off!"

Looking at each other, Hanjiang and Ye Guyun were depressed at the same time.

turned around with a tacit understanding, walked one side and ran to pick wild fruits.

As a master, Yang Feng felt that it was necessary to give some advice, cough twice, and clear his throat. He said, "Ajing, remember, don't practice your family's skills during this period, concentrate on practicing jade forging, and refine your body first."

"It means that the skill is so abnormal that it hurts so much!" Looking at Yang Feng's eyes, Han Jing stuck out her tongue and said with a smile, "It seems to have some effect. Today, I feel much lighter."

Let the playful appearance make his lower abdomen hot. Yang Feng bit the tip of his tongue, cut off the impure thoughts in his heart, and laughed: "You just practiced once. What effect can it have? Can you coax the ghost!"

With a grimace, Han Jing smiled and said with a naughty smile, "If Master thinks he is a ghost, then Jing will admit that he is coaxing ghosts."

"Dead girl, how dare you be rude to your teacher and beat her!" Yang Feng curved his fingers and a purple thunderbolt like an earthworm flashed out.

With an exclamation, Han Jing suddenly picked up her left knee and came to a golden chicken independent posture. Just as he wanted to lose his temper, he saw Yang Feng shaking the silver bracelet on his wrist. He couldn't help suppressing his anger and asked depressedly, "Master, don't do anything!"

"It seems that appropriate corporal punishment for stubborn disciples is a very effective way of education. It has nothing to do with whether you are a gentleman or not. Yang Feng said seriously, but his heart laughed. Well, this girl's pretty appearance is really amazing! Thinking of this, he was a little annoyed for no reason.

The situation is better than people. Forget it, I put up with it. When I get the royal beast ring, I will settle accounts with you! Han Jing endured her anger and said in a rather bad tone, "The fat man should be ready. Call them to go quickly."

Yang Feng kindly reminded: "A Yun and A Jiang haven't come back yet. Wait for them."

"Who said we didn't come back? Jing is a little familiar with us. You don't need to look at it to know that we are back." The sound of Hanjiang floated from the forest on the left, and Ye Guyun silently ran out of the forest on the right before him.

"That's, the three of us still have such a tacit understanding." Han Jing smiled happily, as if this was also a small counterattack against Yang Feng, and her eyes were also a little provocative.

Mo Fatty came over with a smile and said, "Oh, I got up so early. Can I go, Instructor Yang?"

"Anytime." Yang Feng smiled, but his eyebrows frowned invisibly.

Ye Guyun was very careful. He not only washed the wild fruits he picked. He also made a bamboo tube with green bamboo and put water to let Han Jing wash.

After losing her mother, Han Jing, who likes to do big and small things by herself, smiled embarrassedly and said, "A Yun, I'll just wash it myself. I'm just practicing and hungry, not sick."

Hanjiang has a bird's nest, and seven or eight kinds of bird eggs are full. He said carelessly, "Ajing save some water and leave half a tube of water for you to boil eggs."

Han Jing stared and said, "Such a big nest of bird eggs are all for me?"

"Of course not, I will definitely eat it. You and me one by one, I envy them to death. Hanjiang's words were simply said to Yang Feng. As for Ye Guyun, it was brought with him. Of course, he inevitably was kicked by Ye Guyun.

"Ha ha, let's bake it for you. You can bake it while walking." Fatty Mo is very enthusiastic about advice.

I saw the treasure map taken out by Yang Feng last night. Mo Fatty, who came from tomb robbery, saw at a glance that the material of the picture was different, and I felt that this picture might be true. In his opinion, Ye Guyun is already a cooked duck and can't fly. He postponed the scheduled action plan and decided to wait until the treasure hunt.

In order to save time, Mo Fatty, who has the attribute of fire, did not hesitate to bake bamboo tubes directly with fire mysterious power. The oily bamboo skin came out, the water in the bamboo tube was bulging, and the small bird eggs were cooked in a short time.

"Brother Xie Pang." The cold river happily took over the bamboo tube. He was bought by Fatty Mo and decided that the fat man was a good person and more trustworthy than the scheme Yang Feng.

Influenced by Hanjiang, Han Jing and Ye Guyun also shouted "fat brother" one by one. Yang Feng was snold by them, and only Han Jing occasionally chatted with him.

Yang Yu's people were scattered around and looked casual, but Yang Feng noticed that they were actually fan-shaped and were preparing for three small escapes.

What are the six bandits who spend so much energy on dealing with three fledgeling young people?

According to reason, now there is a strong influence of the poor family. No matter what they want, they can directly arrest three people, but they just don't do anything. Fatty Mo also tried his best to please the three people. It seems that the things he planned are of considerable value, so that this fat man dares not take it lightly!

Ye Guyun, well, is this name quite familiar? Yang Feng touched it, and there was some inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

"By the way, Jing, I'm really not biased. You, the master who ran out halfway, is really not a good bird. Look at his current expression, like a sinister wolf staring at a lamb." I'm not afraid that Yang Feng will hear that the voice of Hanjiang is very loud.

Lazy to care about this little boy, Yang Feng didn't hear it and only turned his eyes to Ye Guyun's face, thinking about it.