Chapter 113: I'm disturbed, where is the banquet hall? (Two in one)

Author: 100,000 Vegetables

Chapter 113: I'm disturbed, where is the banquet hall? (Two in one)

Unlike the domineering and fierce fist path of the Qingyi servant, Ji Ping'an's fist was out, and there was no sign of power.

Even because of the slightest labor, the bones are well-proportioned, the tender skin and flesh are neatly trimmed, and the left hand with neat and clean nails seems to be "unable to tie a chicken" like a scholar in study.

It is in sharp contrast with the martial artist who has practiced boxing for many years.

This loose fist can only be described as "flower fists and embroidered legs", but the servant in the blue-clothed dared not be careless and his eyes suddenly became alert.

Just now, the two sides have fought for hundreds of rounds, and he has built a basic impression of Ji Ping'an:

He has a low cultivation level, but his magic control is extremely fine, possesses a special body technique, and has a very profound understanding of martial arts.

Will he believe this kind of person suddenly say "I won't hide"?

But if he said how strong the other party's punch was, he didn't think it was.

He prefers some kind of tactics or pretexts, such as pretending to punch, but in fact he still does it just dodges... This is a judgment made by an experienced warrior.

"Good come!" However, as many thoughts turned, he still chose to deal with the situation of attacking the mountain head-on.

The twelve bronze fists take the intention of the strong Vajra fist, and there is advancement but not retreat. One punch is either dead or broken. In many practice systems, the path of "breaking the Dharma with force".

The blue-clothed servant exerted a sudden force, and with a bang, the blue bricks and spider webs at his feet shattered like.

It was like a strange bird rushing towards Ji Ping'an, vowing to smash the tricky young man into the soil with one punch.

Ji Ping'an did not hide or avoid, but just raised his fist to greet him.

One is slightly "weak and delicate", while the other is rough in the joints and has a clear contrast.

"Dong!"

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fists fiercely. The servant in the green clothes was stunned. Unexpectedly, the other party really did not dodge, and "don't hide" as he said.

Then he was ecstatic, with the rebelliousness of the martial artist, and his confidence that this punch was enough to destroy the opponent.

The star officer of the Wood System is good at healing, not good at attacking and defense, which is common sense that everyone knows.

However, the next second, the expected flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the screams retreated suddenly did not happen, and even the air waves were not even started when the two fists collided.

The ancient well has no waves.

wrong!

The blue-clothed servant rose from his heart and changed color in horror under Ji Ping'an's pity.

A sharp and sharp force tore open his right fist that is comparable to iron, poured into his arm meridians, and spread to his shoulders like a crumble.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the low burst sound, the skin of his bronze arm first shook like water waves, and then it was like bamboo pierced and split by an iron spear. The skin was cracked, the blood vessels were broken, and the bones appeared.

"This is not a wood-type..." The servant in blue was shocked.

Ji Ping'an seemed to see the thoughts in his heart and said lightly:

"Who said that the star officials in the Muyuan Academy cannot use the metal-based magic?"

His body is indeed a bit weak. In terms of martial arts foundation, it is pitiful, but the key to his punch is not strength, but Taibai Xingguang.

Among the seven stars, Taibai is the best at attacking, and the opponent's strength is not enough to restrain his "law".

How is that possible?!

The blue-clothed servant's pupils dilated. In the information he had, the other party was a "innate wood phase". Why did he use the metal magic?

The information is wrong!

The moment this thought arose, the crusty force hit the chest.

"Puff!" He squirted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body disappeared in an instant, rumbling.

If someone looks down from the sky, he will find that the garden floor here is torn a long straight line, and the servant in the blue-clothed clothes who was knocked back by a punch hit the rockery hard.

Finally stopped the momentum, but his legs were already deep on the ground.

Walk!

Without any hesitation, he twisted his body and wanted to escape, but immediately, he was shocked to find that the yellow mud under his feet softened and flowed, making it difficult to pull his feet.

Ji Ping'an's left fist handed out from a distance was scratched by his five fingers.

The flames that had burst and scattered on the ground floated up, and in the blink of an eye it pierced through his internal organs.

"The earth-based...the fire-based..." The servant in the green clothes was so heartbroken that he couldn't understand it.

But he no longer had the chance to think and ask. The luster in his eyes went out, his head was soft and hanging on his chest, and he was still standing leaning against the rockery.

Ji Ping'an, who had mobilized Zhenxing and the power of Yinghuo Xingchen, was also a little tired. He slowly breathed, walked closer, looked at the corpse, and frowned.

I noticed something was wrong.

"Is this dead?"

If others hear this sentence and want to curse Versailles, you should know that only this seemingly simple method is enough to say "Invincible in the Qi-nourishing Realm".

But Ji Ping'an's focus is not here.

This killer is indeed stronger than the boatman in Baidi that day, but he is not much better than the assassin in the teahouse.

Although it is logically inferred that the "female" assassin of the demon clan that day was enough to kill him, but he was not lucky and hit the ruler, but...

"It's still a little weak, but this kind of strength is not enough to make me feel dangerous two days in advance."

Ji Ping'an fell into thinking.

"In addition, although the other party tried his best to suppress the movement, the sound of the moment was already quite loud. Logically, even if it was a little far apart, the rest should have discovered it. Not to say that they would arrive immediately, but why didn't even have a starlight rise?"

Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows and looked at the slightly dark starry sky above his head.

The surrounding gardens were extremely quiet, and there was not even a single cry of insects.

As his thoughts turned, he raised his hand to take out the astrological chart and made a brief deduction. He was surprised to find that the direction of the Zhoutian starry drifted.

An experienced Ji Ping'an thought:

"Unless someone set up a formation similar to a barrier to block this area."

"But if there are still people lying in the dark, why don't you take action?"

"Unless... this ambush is not entirely directed at me, or I am not the key."

As the thoughts turned, Ji Ping'an suddenly sucked the starlight in his eyes, and the star map in his pupils was outlined.

In an instant, the world in his eyes changed.

There was a thin, dark gray and nearly black mist floating in the quiet garden, and an invisible net was covered by a dirty starry sky above our heads.

And the position you are in is the edge of the "net", and the real center is still deeper.

He exhaled slightly and his eyes returned to normal.

He stuffed the ruler into his inner bag and grabbed his five fingers.

Not far away, a bamboo broke itself, and the branches seemed to be cut by a knife, leaving only a straight bamboo stick, jumping and sending itself into the boy's hands.

Who can refuse a straight stick?

This thought arose in his mind, Ji Ping'an smiled and held a bamboo stick toward the corpse.

The fine starlight shook off, urging the vitality left in the corpse, and the wounds moved and healed.

This is done to cover up the person's "how to die", or to erase the traces of his wounds, and prevent anyone from inferring his abilities based on his injuries.

Immediately, Ji Ping'an closed his eyes, raised the bamboo stick at the base and fell down again, hitting the path made of bluestone.

It made a "stern" sound.

With the bamboo stick as the center, circles of light yellow halos slowly spread out, like ripples in the lake, layer by layer, spreading quietly to all directions.

Ji Ping'an turned his head, closed his eyes and looked at a certain direction, and information elements emerged in his mind, pieced together to form a completely new world.

"I found you."

Ji Ping'an's mouth raised and walked with a bamboo stick.

...

...

In another garden far away from the crowd's lights, two figures, one big and one small, were walking silently.

"How far is it?" Zhao Yuanyang suddenly asked.

The servant in front said, "It's not far away, it's right in front."

Zhao Yuanyang stopped, the little girl with a stern face was stern, and her eyes showed suspicion. Although she was young, she was not stupid.

At first I didn't feel anything, but I felt something was wrong as I walked.
To be continued...