.An Yuchen looked at Chen Xue and whispered: "What if the result is not as good as expected?"

Chen Xue said: "I believe it will definitely succeed!"

An Yuchen held Chen Xue's hand and said, "Chen Xue, I beg you to promise me something."

Chen Xue looked at her quietly.

An Yuchen said: "If I really can't escape this disaster, can you help me take care of this child and watch him grow up?" Her request was a bit abrupt. After all, there was no deep friendship between her and Chen Xue, not to mention that Chen Xue is just an unmarried girl. Such a commitment is too heavy for Chen Xue. But Chen Xue did not hesitate at all. She nodded slowly and said: "I promise you!"

Zhang Yang lay flat on the surface of Sangzhu Lake, his body spread out in a large shape on the lake surface. With the evening breeze gently rippling on the lake surface, the moonlight shrouded on him. Looking down from the sky, he was like a fish floating in the middle of the lake, a silver fish.

The temperature of the lake water in autumn was already very low, and the cold temperature helped him calm down quickly. On this cold lake surface and between this quiet and ethereal world, Zhang Yang temporarily forgot his past and present life, temporarily forgot his grudges, love and hatred. He must seize every time to achieve another breakthrough in the Mahayana Technique.

His body sank into the water bit by bit. He had already lost the special breathing method that mastered the Mahayana Technique. As Zhang Yang's understanding of the Mahayana Technique deepened, he found that this special breathing method was better than the Turtle Breath Technique and Mingheng Yoga. Even in the water, he could still breathe freely.

The inner breath flowed in Changyang's body, and the lake water rotated around his body, gradually forming an increasingly larger vortex. Part of his body was exposed to the air again, and the process of gathering energy was obviously much faster than where he practiced. Each practice process was a washing process of his own meridians. Every time he experienced a washing, his body would feel a transformation.

The feeling of banshee became more and more sensitive. He could feel the majesty of the lake, the fish passing under the water, and even the whispers of autumn insects, and the sound of wind blowing grass and trees.

In the natural world, everything has certain rules and rhythms. The rhythm of the water waves suddenly became a little chaotic at this time. Zhang Yang suddenly opened his eyes, but saw a black phantom on the distant lake, like a meteor, facing his position as quickly as he was facing the water.

With the stars, Zhang Yang had already identified that the person was Wen Ling. He couldn't help but be stunned. Unexpectedly, his actions were finally exposed.

Wenling came on the waves, as if she was walking on the flat ground, but from her terrifying lightness, she had made progress in martial arts during this period. The reason why Wenling was able to make such progress was related to her cutting off her former love. After Du Tianye hurt her because of Su Yuanyuan, Wenling was discouraged and had no concern in her heart. In this state, people often stimulated their own potential and made incredible progress.

Compared with Wen Ling, Zhang Yang could not be as focused as Wen Ling. His mind not only cared about the things in the officialdom but also countless loves. It was just his understanding of the Mahayana Art. He was far from profound in terms of cultivation. Seeing Wen Ling walking on the waves, Zhang Daguanren did not dare to continue to lie down and practice. He retreated to the lakeside in the shortest time, quickly put on his own clothes and put on his coat.

Wen Ling stood about ten meters opposite him, with her hands behind her, looking at him coldly, without any intention of rushing to take action.

Zhang Daguanren grinned and said, "Sister Ling, what wind has blown you to Tibet? This world is so small. I didn't expect to meet you in such a remote place."

Wen Ling said: "Are you practicing?"

Of course, Zhang Yang would not tell the story of practicing Mahayana Dharma. He smiled and said with a smile: "Backstroke!"

"It's so interesting. It's so cold, run to the lake to swim!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "A person has never had a long world in his life. He can do whatever he wants. There are so many concerns."

The night wind blew Wen Ling's long black hair, which reflected her snow-like pale face, making her look even more weird. Wen Ling said: "Why did you come to Tibet all the way to come?"

Zhang Yang said: "Do nothing, just play!"

Wen Ling sneered: "Take it serious?"

Zhang Yang said: "Sister Ling, we have known each other for so long. When did I deceive you?"

Wen Ling said: "Only you know it in your heart!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "It's so late, don't Sister Ling feel scared when she is alone in this wilderness?"

Wen Ling said calmly: "Why are you afraid with me?"

Zhang Yang said: "Sister Ling, do you want to find a place to have a good rest?"

Wen Ling said: "No!"

Zhang Yang yawned and said, "I'm a little sleepy. Since you don't want to rest, I'll leave first!"

Wen Ling said coldly: "Please give me a try!"

Zhang Yang smiled at her, his heart full of vigilance. He knew that Wen Ling's perverse temperament was very good. He knew that she was moody and would attack at some time. He took two steps back and opened the distance between him and Wen Ling, and then turned around and walked towards the wooden house.

When Zhang Yang turned around, he saw Chen Xue's weak figure in the distance. Chen Xue was obviously coming to find him.

When Wen Ling saw Chen Xue, her pupils suddenly contracted. Suddenly, her toes lightly tapped and flew towards Chen Xue.

Zhang Yang kept keeping a guard against her. While Wen Ling started, he also started, blocking Wen Ling's way out with one step.

Wen Ling sneered: "Do you think you can stop me?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Sister Ling, just tell me clearly if you have anything to do. Why do you have to get nervous every time you meet?"

Wen Ling said, "Okay, tell me the purpose of coming to Tibet, or I will kill her!" While speaking, a palm had already swung to Zhang Yang. The temperature suddenly dropped in the space within three meters of radius, and her Yinsha Shura Palm had already become perfect.

Zhang Yang greeted him with an Wulong Zhenjiang. This was the most defensive move in Shenglong Fist. Because he had a full understanding of Wen Ling's martial arts, Zhang Yang was extremely cautious at the beginning of his attack. Moreover, he did not dare to use the breathing method of Mahayana techniques to avoid being seen through by Wen Ling and causing unnecessary trouble.

Wen Ling's pale and bloodless palm hit Zhang Yang's fist, and she was swollen! With a loud noise, Zhang Yang's body couldn't help but shake, and a cold air penetrated from his fist. Wen Ling's martial arts were indeed domineering, but the cold air came quickly and dissipated faster. Before it reached his wrist, it had already scattered from his pores. This was purely unconscious behavior. Zhang Yang immediately knew that he could dissipate the cold air so quickly and restore normality was all the work of the Mahayana Technique.

Of course, Wen Ling didn't know that Zhang Yang had undergone a complete transformation at this time. She thought that the cold air invaded Zhang Yang's meridians could at least make his arm lose its combat power in a short period of time, but Zhang Yang's recovery speed was extraordinary, and he almost did not make any pauses. He ran out of the world with one blow. Zhang Daguan never dared to retain a trace of strength when facing Wen Ling, gathered the internal force of his body into this punch, and the cold air surrounding his body moved with Zhang Yang's move, transforming into a cloud of milky white air surrounding Zhang Yang's arms around him. From a distance, he looked like a rushing and roaring dragon, and counterattacked towards Wen Ling with an unparalleled momentum.

Wen Ling's eyes lit up, and she also saw that Zhang Yang's martial arts had made great progress during this period. She secretly praised her, and her slender palm turned into a fist, facing Zhang Yang's fist, and she actually had to fight with Zhang Yang head-on.

In the eyes of Zhang Daguanren, this sister Wen Ling's martial arts are more insidious and weird, but not powerful enough. She really competes with her inner strength, so it is difficult for her to occupy Shangfeng. It is not wise to adopt such a head-on confrontation.

However, when their fists collided, Zhang Yang felt the strangeness of Wen Ling's moves. Although Zhang Daguanren's internal force was surging and domineering, the direction of the force was rushing towards Wen Ling. Wen Ling's punch seemed to be coming straight, but her internal force was spiraling, forming a spiral vortex of force field around her fist.

Zhang Daguanren's domineering fist power encountered Wen Ling's spiral force, like a stone sinking into the sea, being disturbed, and his power naturally faded rapidly.

Wen Ling was extremely fast, and in a flash, she had moved to Zhang Yang's right side, and punched her again like lightning. Zhang Yang roared, and he also hit back with one punch. Since comprehending the breathing method of Mahayana Legal, Zhang Yang was used for actual combat for the first time. He was surprised to find that the greatest help to him was that no matter how much power he swung his punch, his physical strength could always be restored in the shortest time. Zhang Yang's defense was as solid as a rock, but Wen Ling used her strange body to launch wave after wave of attacks around Zhang Yang. Her punch was quite strange. Every time she punched, it was like a spiral vortex, rotating counterclockwise around Zhang Yang, and also formed an invisible vortex with a radius of about one meter.

Zhang Yang was in the whirlpool. Although he kept his physical strength from being exhausted with the special breathing square of the Mahayana Sect, it was not that easy to rush out of the whirlpool created by Wen Ling. He had fought with Wen Ling more than once in the past. Wen Ling had never used such a strange martial arts. The bigger the Zhang Yang, the more scared he was. If he had not understood the breathing square of the Mahayana Sect in time, he would definitely be defeated when he fought with Wen Ling. No matter how powerful he was, attacking Wen Ling would always be like a stone sinking into the sea.

Chen Xue stood not far away, watching the two of them fighting fiercely, Wen Ling's figure completely surrounded Zhang Yang, like a black lightning bolt, spinning rapidly around Zhang Yang.

Chen Xue said in surprise: "Reversal of the world!"

When Zhang Daren heard Chen Xue's voice, he was shocked. Could it be that the husband Wen Ling is taking away from them now?
Chapter completed!