Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 1217 Do you want to eat buns?

A sword can fly. This scene is indeed rare. Even Jiang Fengyue has never seen it.

However, he wasn't flying fast enough, so it was almost impossible to hit him.

He swayed slightly to avoid the bamboo flute sword. At this time, Yang Yiyi fell from above and Black Bear launched three push hands in succession.

The floor that had just broken under Jiang Fengyue's feet made explosive sounds, and clear hand prints could be vaguely seen.

The Black Bear Three Push Hands is a typical kung fu that uses internal force to exert external force, with great force and heaviness. Even if Yang Yiyi's total internal force is not high enough, the internal force of the Extreme Vajra Kung Fu is strong, and the instantaneous output is huge.

Normally, if someone was hit by a bullet, he would at least be injured, if not die on the spot. However, Jiang Fengyue did not move at all, as if the palm wind from Black Bear's three pushes was just a breeze on his face.

Moreover, Jiang Fengyue didn't fight back at all, she just stood there and let Yang Yiyi hit her.

You have to know that Yang Yiyi was in mid-air, with no foothold to gain leverage. If she was in the right position, she would be a target. Jiang Fengyue did not move, which was a pure contempt.

As if to say, hit me however you want.

As soon as Yang Yiyi's feet touched the ground, she immediately used the Tiger and Crane Double Form mixed with the Mantis Fist to attack continuously.

Jiang Fengyue used only one hand, with the other hand behind his back, and easily blocked each of Yang Yiyi's attacks on his neck.

"Yes, there are countless people who conceive boxing techniques based on animal forms, but such exquisite techniques are rare in the world. Did you comprehend this from the Book of the Sky?"

"Stop talking nonsense and look at your palm!"

Yang Yiyi seamlessly switched to the Autumn Wind Palm Technique, which made Jiang Fengyue frown.

He knew this palm technique, but it was meaningless.

At this moment, Jiang Fengyue suddenly turned his body, as if he had eyes on his back, and moved away from the bamboo flute sword that was coming back.

This little trick can't do anything to him.

Of course, Yang Yiyi knew that she was no match for her opponent. After all, Ning Xian'er and Shen Qingluo were already lying on the ground. The only reason she didn't lie down was because Jiang Fengyue was curious about her kung fu.

While the opponent was avoiding the bamboo flute sword, Yang Yiyi opened her mouth and bit her back teeth hard, making a clicking sound.

Jiang Fengyue looked confused at first, but then his expression changed slightly.

The clicking sound continued, and Jiang Fengyue clearly felt that there was a slight disorder in his internal strength.

"It turned out to be Jiufeng's ghost car sound, but it's a pity that I haven't practiced it to the fullest."

Then Jiang Fengyue's internal strength surged, and Yang Yiyi felt as if she had hit a wind wall head-on and almost bit her tongue.

"If the Nine Phoenix was here ten years ago, I would have given it some face. But today, even if the Nine Phoenix descends, there is no way you can escape."

Before Jiang Fengyue finished speaking, he thrust his palm towards Yang Yiyi's chest.

It looked like an old gangster was attacking her chest, but in fact Jiang Fengyue knew that the Book of the Sky must be in Yang Yiyi's arms.

But at this moment, a blue light suddenly lit up and blocked Jiang Fengyue's palm.

Yang Yiyi took the opportunity to gather all her strength and struck forward with a palm.

In terms of internal strength, Yang Yiyi was no match at all. When he was hit with the Fiery Sun Palm, it was Yang Yiyi herself who was bounced back and fell backwards to the ground.

When Jiang Fengyue withdrew his hand, he looked at it with confusion.

Under the effect of the soft piercing technique, Jiang Fengyue felt severe pain in his fingers, but there were no wounds on them.

"Little girl, you have quite a few tricks up your sleeve. How about this, if you join me, I guarantee you will have endless magical skills to learn."

In Jiang Fengyue's opinion, Yang Yiyi's qualifications were not particularly outstanding. In comparison, Ning Xianer was truly rare in the world.

But Yang Yiyi's kung fu was special, which made Jiang Fengyue interested in her.

Yang Yiyi’s answer is:

"Pooh!"

"What a pity. I'll take it myself then."

Jiang Fengyue stretched out his hand to hit Yang Yiyi who was lying on the ground. The bamboo flute sword flew towards him again, but Jiang Fengyue didn't even look at it this time. He just hit the bamboo flute sword's hilt, causing it to spin and fly out and stick into the wall. At this time, a blue light flashed again, blocking Jiang Fengyue's palm.

Most people would be shocked to see this situation, but Jiang Fengyue knew that it must be the Qingtian Book that was protecting Yang Yiyi.

But it can only be guaranteed for a while, not for a lifetime.

Yang Yiyi was about to stand up when Jiang Fengyue's palm, which was blocked by the blue light, suddenly burst out with powerful internal force, and the whirring palm wind pushed Yang Yiyi back to the ground.

At this moment, the blue light suddenly burst. This was the first time in Yang Yiyi's memory.

Li Chengxi reached out to help Yang Yiyi, which consumed his true energy.

This true qi value is linked to Yang Yiyi's internal strength and has nothing to do with the faith value.

This situation will indeed occur as long as the true energy is exhausted, but it has never happened before that it would break directly after blocking twice.

Jiang Fengyue’s strength is really too high.

At this moment, Qin Yan, who was around him, should have been unconscious after hitting the stone pillar. Wu Shaoyi's sound power had no effect on Jiang Fengyue. The palm that Shen Qingluo had just counterattacked with was already the last one. Ning Xianer was now unable to move at all.

Jiang Fengyue was right in front of Yang Yiyi. He could kill Yang Yiyi with just a stretch of his hand.

But when everything seemed certain, Jiang Fengyue suddenly stopped. He maintained the posture of leaning over and reaching out, as stiff as a statue.

Yang Yiyi didn't know what happened, but she clearly saw that cold sweat was obviously seeping out from under Jiang Fengyue's white hairline.

At the same time, a familiar voice sounded from behind Jiang Fengyue:

"You old man are quite happy. Do you think it's fun to bully our Yiyi?"

It was Li Chengxi's voice, and the voice did not come from the jade sceptre in Yang Yiyi's arms as usual.

There were soft footsteps and someone came over.

"Since you are so old, I don't ask for anything else. Just die. This way, it will be easier for everyone."

Jiang Fengyue seemed to be electrocuted, turned into a gust of black evil wind, and flew back to the platform in a flash.

Li Chengxi just watched and didn't do anything else.

"Brother Li? Is that you?"

Yang Yiyi asked tentatively.

"Who else can I have?"

Li Chengxi rolled his eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction with the girl's overly reckless behavior.

But Li Chengxi still doted on Yang Yiyi. He raised his other hand to her and shook the plastic bag in his hand:

"Would you like to eat the buns I just bought?"

"..."

Not to mention Yang Yiyi, everyone who was still awake at the scene was Spartan.

Who is this person?

Where did it come from!

Yang Yiyi and her team started the action in the middle of the night. Even now, it is not yet dawn, and it is only morning for Li Chengxi.

He had been watching all the way and hadn't had breakfast yet, so he ordered some takeout.

Just when Jiang Fengyue was talking big, the takeaway food arrived.

Because he was afraid of dying suddenly while picking up the takeaway, Li Chengxi asked the delivery guy to put the food at the door, and then he used his divine power to bring the food in from outside, and then the saint descended.

That’s why he looks like this now, carrying a box of buns.

(End of this chapter)