Chapter 17 Floating

Chapter 17 Floating and Immortal

Zhou Yisheng tried his best to find his flaws. His eyes flashed. The speed and strength of his hands were top, but it also exposed his flaws. His body was not coordinated. In the face of ordinary people or people at the same level, this may not be a flaw, but if you seize the opportunity to grasp the master, it is a fatal flaw, which is enough to find the right opportunity. , turn the table in an instant.

With one palm, the body is flexible to dodge. The speed of those hands was so fast that he didn't give him any chance at all. Zhou Yisheng's eyes were like electricity, and he saw it. His hand passed his feet, and he hesitated under his feet. The empty door must have a brief opening. His movements have been exposed before he moved. Zhou Yisheng lowered his body, and his palm just appeared in Song Ya's empty space. Song Ya was like a child who could not do martial arts, hitting his flaws and hitting Zhou Yisheng's palm.

Song Ya's punch and speed were extremely strong, but it hit the air, and his soft ribs hit Zhou Yisheng's palm, bang! Although the strength was small enough to lay the foundation for victory or defeat, Song Ya quickly retreated, and he lost this simple collision.

The people off the court didn't know what was going on at all. They only saw Zhou Yisheng take action in advance, but Song Ya hit the light palm, that's all.

"Oh! You poor scholar, if you don't study hard, what's wrong with you? You want to learn from our Jianghu people to recruit marriages. Do you think you have a long life and live impatiently? Unexpectedly, he arrogantly wanted to challenge the six of us. Did he think he had the ability to hurt Song Ya and dare to be presumptuous in front of his grandfathers?

"Now kneel down and beg for mercy, saying that you dare not be arrogant. Maybe we can still worry about not killing you."

"Book student! Grandpa's patience is limited. Now they can still save their lives by kneeling down and admit defeat!"

"Wow haha! Wow haha! ......”

For Zhou Yisheng's injury to Song Ya, it was just lucky in their eyes. Zhou Yisheng said wildly that he fought six people alone, which has angered them. Now Song Ya's action has suffered a setback, which makes them feel that their faces are lightless, and their mouths are naturally vicious.

Zhou Yisheng smiled and said lightly, "Grandchildren! Don't be complacent, wait for Grandpa to take good care of you.

"Look for death! Kill him."

"Kneeling him and begging for mercy."

The hearts of the five people have been confused, and Zhou Yisheng's faint smile is like a high god, looking down at them contemptuously. An ant-like guy actually uses such an expression. Isn't this ** naked sarcasm?

The five people sneered at Song Ya's incompetence and bumped into his palm, trying to use vicious words to get back face and comfort the vulnerable self-esteem. With both fists and feet, five people surrounded Zhou Yisheng, and all kinds of means emerged one after another.

He seemed to be able to predict their next step in advance, and every time he just dodged it, and his grasp of power was so clever. He also laughed at their viciousness with a low smile, and pierced the fragile self-esteem wrapped in force in these Jianghu people like a sword.

The more the five people were beaten, the more flustered they became, and their hearts were also disturbed by Zhou Yisheng's words.

After all, the five people are not ordinary people. They calm down quickly. They can be sure that this scholar does not even have the power of the yellow list. He is just dodging by luck, but he happens to dodge every time. It's really weird. However, all five people have such doubts, but their cooperation is too tacit. They just think that this is their own problem. The others are deliberately releasing water, retaining their strength, and waiting for the next fight with each other.

Together, the suspicion between the five people is more suspicious, their fists and feet are more messy, Zhou Yisheng is becoming more and more relaxed, and the five people suddenly feel powerless.

"Ha!"

Song Ya shouted loudly, and his palms seemed to be cast of steel, shining with cold light, gorgeous and devouring, with a breath of death. This is the magic hand outside the square, but it was pushed out by Song Ya. Without the evil of the devil's way, there is more strangeness of the devil's way.

With a slap, the gloomy wind roared fiercely, as if to bury all six people in the field. The hands of the steel casting were shrouded with a layer of cold light and pushed straight forward, full of murderous intent.

"Regress!" The five people who besieged Zhou Yisheng did not dare to delay, had an invincible fear, and flew back tacitly.

Looking at the ghost coming from the pavement, Zhou Yisheng smiled. When you entered the devil's way, you didn't know where to rub the mud!

What is the devil! The heart is free, lawless, arbitrary, and unrestrained. Only when the heart is released can the body be released. Only when there is no restraint can the power soar. Although this power without restraint is powerful, it can be used!

The magic hand must have let go of the constraints of those hands, destroyed its original laws, and become powerful, but can those hands still be human? In the first half of his life, it was Hua Jun who understood the magic way. A magic rain killed the whole city of Yun. After waking up, he couldn't bear it. That's why he has ordinary people's thoughts.

Song Ya's magic hand, everyone watched it with a cold attitude, no joy or sadness, at most, one more powerful competitor. However, for Zhou Yisheng, it may be a tragedy. He can persist for so long because of the distrust between these five people!

The power of the magic hand outside the square is shocking, and the sudden surge of the divine light stains it with a layer of mystery. They all feel sad for Zhou Yisheng, which is the price of atrodity.

"He is dead." Nie Qiao closed his eyes and couldn't bear to watch Zhou Yisheng fall under the magic hand.

The silver fox fainted again and screamed, "My silver!"

This moment! Everyone believes in the power of the magic hand, and Zhou Yisheng will die in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Heihe was different from the previous anxiety. He sat with a big thorn, looked at Zhou Yisheng's fight with great interest, and drank a little wine. He was not worried at all.

Zhou Yisheng also pointed to the sword. His temperament was magnified countless times in an instant, and he was as elegant as a fairy. He was no longer an ordinary scholar running for life, hunting in his clothes. Although the gray robe was still tattered, his temperament was completely different.

A sword gently points out, indescribably chic, this is an unrestrained travel, different from the shape. The road was tolerated and the truth was intertwined. The finger was just right on the wrist.

Song Yaru was struck by lightning, and his hands were instantly numb without any feeling. It was like steel casting. Under his pair of meat fingers, it seemed to be tofu or the kind of watering. Song Ya covered the pointed hand and screamed, like thousands of ants biting his bones. The cold iron hands quickly swelled up and became bigger and bigger. The last finger was as thick as a baby's arm before it stopped.

Zhou Yisheng shook his finger, seemed to be a little painful, and said disdainfully, "What's not easy to learn! If you want to learn from the side door, what kind of magic hand is not as strong as my fingers.

Looking at Zhou Yisheng's current appearance, there is no floating fairy just now. He is a wanderer who will be brilliant as soon as he gets a little color. However, this coincides with a poor scholar who fights for fame and fortune.

How fast the reversal is? Is this the divine power of the magic hand outside the square? Why is it so vulnerable, and the gap between before and after is even more unbelievable.

Although Zhou Yisheng's attractive temperament was only a short moment, the impact on Mr. Hua was not ordinary. Countless ideas flashed in his mind, and he still denied it with doubt. His domineering, his fierceness, he will die, but more importantly, he has already given up kendo, and Zhou Yisheng looks like a ignorant upstart who suddenly got a fortune.

Zhou Yisheng glanced at the person sitting outside the venue, and the oblique light suddenly stood up. The corners of his eyes jumped quickly. The secret road was not good. Did he be exposed? Is there going to be another disaster? Soon I found that she was just suspicious. Fortunately, she and the past had changed too much. I don't even know myself until now.

Zhou Yisheng looked at Dugu Wan'er stupidly, showing a little shyness and looking forward to it for several stages.

Dugu Wan'er squeezed her lips and smiled, and her green jade fingers gently touched Zhou Yisheng's back, indicating that there were still five people on the field! She recognized Zhou Yisheng.

Ah! Zhou Yisheng immediately woke up and said to the five people, "Come together!" I will solve you early, and I will pray early."

They dare not underestimate Zhou Yisheng's arrogant language now. Although Zhou Yisheng only has the power of Huang Bang, his grasp of strength and timing is as incredible as a ghost. These five people thought of the scene just now. They didn't expect that Zhou Yisheng was not lucky at all, but he had this ability. This is ironic! Now that I know, his indifferent smile really mocked them for their ability. Suddenly, he woke up and didn't dare to disobey the yang and yin.

Zhou Yisheng pointed to the sword and put on the fairy posture again. He seemed to fall in love with being handsome, but he had already lost the temperament just now. Now looking at him in a tattered scholarly robe, he was a little self-defeating, but he didn't know that he was still not good at it.

Suddenly, Zhou Yisheng stopped moving, looked at Song Ya with a helpless face, and said impatiently, "Don't howl. If you don't know, you think I've done something to you. I'll treat you when I deal with them later. You'd better pray that I can deal with them quickly now, and you can suffer less!" Since Zhou Yisheng recovered his memory, his personality has changed a lot, and he is no longer rigid and obeditive. Such a change is not even clear to himself.

Everyone sweated coldly, and this scholar now looks like a normal person! But now what he has done is not linked to normal at all. He is like a demon in a beautiful coat, which makes people angry to death!

Song Ya's right hand is now swollen into a pig's trotter, more like a braised pig's trotter that has just come out of the pot. After listening to Zhou Yisheng's words, he did not relax and became more vigilant. The strength of being able to cultivate the mysterious list at such a young age is even more amazing. How amazing is the talent and perseverance. If it is just ordinary pain, he may still grit his teeth and stick to it, but the pain in his hand is beyond his imagination. For example, the bone is bitten by ten thousand ants, he really wants to cut off his hand, but now the feeling of biting is vine. It extends to his whole body, and he dares not give up his hand easily, so he will not have a place in the world in the future.

After all, Song Ya still dared not stand the result of lack of status. He nodded compromise, gritted his teeth and resisted, but a big drop of sweat on his forehead flowed down, revealing his predicament at this time.