Chapter 327 Prisoner

It's a second-turn player again! The crowd around him exclaimed. If it is added to this seemingly weak little girl, there are already three two-turn players in the Zhuyi Dynasty! Such strength is still unique in Zhongzhou City! At least on the surface.

Yang Zhiyun's eyes condensed, looked at the tenderness and said, "Are you going to fight with me?"

Compassion said in a weak voice that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, "It's not a duel, it's a lesson."

Yang Zhiyun cracked the corners of his mouth and sneered, "Is that going to ** me? I like it, but, little sister, I don't want to ** without a whip. Yang Zhiyun couldn't help laughing at the appearance of a teenager and a serious illness.

Most of the people around were male compatriots. When they heard Yang Zhiyun say such explicit words to a little girl, they immediately laughed and coaxed, "Yes! It's not ** without a whip. It's better to light a candle or something. Little sister, do you have it?"

In the face of the teas and tenderness of a large group of obscene men around him, he said lightly, "It's not **, it's a lesson." Hey, the little girl is quite stubborn.

Yang Zhiyun was about to say something with a smile on his face. Suddenly, a huge force pressed Yang Zhiyun's neck down heavily. Then his hands seemed to be bound by something invisible, and they were abruptly lifted in front of his chest, and then a huge stone shackle appeared on the top of Yang Zhiyun's head out of thin air. Yang Zhiyun couldn't move for a moment. The stone shackles fell and clamped Yang Zhiyun's hands and head in it, just like the kind of torture tool brought by ancient prisoners!

"What is this!" Before Yang Zhiyun's words were said, the weight of the stone shackles was far beyond Yang Zhiyun's imagination. It was pressed on his neck like a mountain. Yang Zhiyun stood unsteadily and fell straight on the ground. The huge stone shackles hit the ground heavily with Yang Zhiyun. The unique stone brick floor of Zhongzhou City was immediately smashed out. Small pit! Dozens of gravel, accompanied by this impact, hit several blood openings directly on Yang Zhiyun's face!

"Whey!" There was a sudden uproar around! Everyone was shocked. What is this? Her eyes turned to tenderness. She clenched the staff with both hands and raised it to her chest. She closed her eyes and muttered, "Betters · Stone Shackles."

Before everyone reacted, they turned the staff in their hands. Yang Zhiyun, who was pressed by the boulder that appeared out of thin air, and said again, "Penalty · Three Thousand."

As soon as the voice fell, thousands of thick wooden stakes suddenly appeared above Yang Zhiyun and hit Yang Zhiyun below!

"Bang bang bang bang!" The wooden stakes seemed to be hit down hard in their hands. The ground immediately made a rumbling sound, and the dust flew. When the dust dissipated, a big hole appeared in the place where Yang Zhiyun was originally located, and then these dense wooden piles were all inserted into the stone bricks in various directions, just like a tree formed by a stick on the ground. But Yang Zhiyun disappeared.

It was quiet around, and time seemed to stop. For a long time, a female voice came and stammered, "No, no, no, it won't be pressed into a meat pie."

After the sound broke the silence, the scene immediately became noisy: "Oh, my God! The killing storm won't be killed in seconds!"

"Did it flash aside?" This is true in many TVs and novels. Countless people look around, but there is no Yang Zhiyun on the road or the roof.

"It's really made into a meat pie!!!!!"

"What kind of martial arts is this! Like comics, there is a shackle to lock others out of thin air, and then so many sticks out of thin air to beat people to death! What kind of ability is this!"

"It's amazing! The people of the Zhu Yi Dynasty are more powerful than the other! It's a bunker!" A male player said enthusiastically.

"Is the prison criminal officer combined with the prison officer and the criminal officer? One is the prison director in ancient Europe, and the other is the official position in charge of punishment in ancient China. They are all the role of torture the prisoners with punishment. So it is, so it is!" A learned-looking male player with glasses said.

At this moment, a ball of wooden sticks suddenly fell down and hit the ground, leaving a crisp sound. All the people around immediately fell silent, and the scene fell into silence again.

After the first wooden stick fell down, the dense wooden stick that was originally inserted on the ground was like a loose tree, and then slowly bulged. Without the fixation of the ground, a large number of wooden sticks fell to the ground one after another and kept making a banging sound.

A figure slowly stood up from the ground. It was Yang Zhiyun! The new clothes he had just put on on his body are now a piece of rag, revealing the black and white skin inside, and the boulder shackles on his neck have disappeared. I don't know whether Yang Zhiyun broke away or was broken by the pile of wooden sticks just now.

Yang Zhiyun patted the gravel on his head and smiled, "It doesn't hurt at all, little sister, you can only be happy if you work harder."

"Wow! There is nothing wrong with hitting him like this! It's really worthy of being a murderous storm!"

"That's right, I thought I was killed." The onlookers next to him were talking about it.

With compassion, he closed his eyes and said softly, "I know, so I didn't use all my strength. I'm not here to kill you, I'm just to teach you a lesson."

Yang Zhiyun raised his eyebrows. He said it was a matter of face that he said it didn't hurt. Can it hurt if so many sticks were knocked down and even the slate was pierced? If it weren't for the body of the demon god, I'm afraid I can't even see the body, and wouldn't this little girl say so? Is she really out of her strength? Or is it just talking? Who knows?

Yang Zhiyun snorted coldly, "Well, if you gave me such a big gift, do I also want to give you back?"

The people around immediately raised their ears, and the killing storm was about to take action! The show has just begun!

The tenderness wand knocked on the ground and said slowly, "Wait for you at any time."

The atmosphere of the scene immediately became solemn. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to blink their eyes for fear of missing the war. Many people were envious and jealous after watching the videos of Yang Zhiyun and other second-turn players. Today, they can actually watch the two second-turn players do it with their own eyes. How can they feast their eyes! However, if it weren't for the system update tomorrow, I'm afraid these two-turn players will have to hide it.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Yang Zhiyun suddenly laughed and said, "Okay! The people of the Zhuyi Dynasty are really powerful! Then I'll give you a big gift! But..." Yang Zhiyun's tone turned around, and the people around him pricked up their ears to listen to what Yang Zhiyun was going to say.

"However, it's time for me to play, and I have to go offline." Yang Zhiyun said embarrassedly that he had just received a prompt from the system, and there was not enough game time to urge him to find a place to go offline.

"Boom!" A louder voice than the bar smashing the floor just spread, and all the onlookers of the two parties fainted one after another, and several of them fell off the roof and almost died. The scene was chaotic, and the players shouted and scolded one after another. This is, if you want to go offline, say it early! Isn't it terrible to come to such a big turning point? Bastard!

Compassion is still expressionless and said, "In this case, I will wait for the arrival of the killing storm at the residence of the Zhuyi Dynasty another day."

Yang Zhiyun said with a thick smile, "Then remember to change the iron lock next time. The stone is too emotionless."

The tenderness of compassion did not turn around and leave. Perhaps only when she faced Zhiyu Changxin would she show a trace of expression change. Yang Zhiyun looked at the figure who left with compassion and smiled, "It's a cold beauty." Then choose to go offline and disappear in place, leaving a group of noisy players.

"Damn it! Storm, you bastard! It almost stabbed me!" Brother Huihuang, not Huihuang, stood in a corner with a long silver needle in his hand and patted off the dirt on his body and said. He just stood here to play with the silver needle. Yang Zhiyun put him down directly with a big turn, and the silver needle almost didn't pierced himself.

Brilliant put away the silver needle and said depressedly, "I also want to see a good show. Forget it. Go back to bed." Just then, a strange man with a very big hat appeared in front of him.

Some book friends react that they want to apply for a job but can't figure it out. It doesn't matter. They don't force them to practice real skills. Even if they are comics, as long as they don't have a European and American style, they can do it. They can think of Naruto, One Piece and so on. If you haven't read many comics, you can also refer to the heroes of DOTA, such as Windman, Void Mask, Captain, all of these