Arad's crooked savior

drink!

Bang!

Ye Lin, who had just opened the curtain of the infield door, twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw Aisha, and his eyes went from excitement to surprise to finally disbelief.

Her orange hair is tied up in a single ponytail with a bow tied behind her head. She wears a red and white tight-fitting shorts paired with denim hot pants, showing off her extremely proud figure. Her white legs and slender waist are uncovered, and her righteous plumpness is ready to show off.

She has a beautiful face, full of youth and vitality, and there is a trace of undetectable sweat on her smooth forehead. Aisha is focusing on punching the sandbag.

The super energetic beauty who would be praised by anyone who saw her was shaking the sandbag hanging on the beam violently.

The sandbag, which is nearly two meters tall and can barely be hugged by one person, is filled with real sand, not those soft fillings!

Even a Bantu warrior of average weight may not be able to move very far. In Aisha's hands, it is as easy as playing badminton.

Her arms and thighs are clearly slender and clean, but they don't seem to have any strong muscles. How did she get such strength?

Feng Zhen's younger sister Feng Ling was sitting on the mat practicing beside him. She was wearing a red high-slit cheongsam and Mo Mei's same safety pants. She had a glass of juice in her mouth. She nodded as a greeting when she saw him coming.

Because he often drills here, the two of them are familiar and not strangers.

drink!

Aisha kicked it, and the sandbag almost rose into the air. When it fell heavily, she pushed it with both hands, easily releasing the force.

Yelin had an inexplicable intuition that if she was given a few more minutes, Aisha could break the beam.

"your friend?"

Aisha picked up a white towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead, took a sip of her own juice, and asked about the wind chime.

"Oh, he is the adventurer my brother mentioned. The sword spirit who wants to learn everything. He can be regarded as a friend." Feng Ling nodded and replied.

Ye Lin looked dissatisfied, shook his finger, and said confidently: "Correct me, it's not the sword spirit, it's the sword master!"

Aisha blinked hard with her big talking eyes, almost as surprised as Feng Zhen. Feng Zhen said he was a professional before, but now he has awakened?

"Come on, let's fight."

After putting down her drink, Aisha waved her hand to give him a try. When she came here, Feng Zhen told her that there was a talented sword soul who was very interested in fighting skills.

Not only that, this man can also tinker with robots and firearms, and he also knows a thing or two about magic.

She initially thought it was too complex to be accomplished.

But she never expected that the opponent had already become a sword master, which seemed to have overturned her suspicion, so she thought of trying to make a difference.

"This... is okay too."

Ye Lin nodded and took out the Liu Guang Tai Sword. It was understandable that the master wanted to test the apprentice's skills and teach him in accordance with his aptitude.

"Exerting blows is not a serious fight, otherwise the two of us would tear down the martial arts gym just to get nagging from that uncle."

Aisha felt a little funny when she put her hands on her hips, but it made her beautiful and slender waist even more obvious.

Although Feng Zhen is a good old man, when he gets angry, his face looks uglier than that of a goblin.

Following Aisha's swift side kick, the attack began.

Although Ye Lin calls himself a genius and worked hard to deal with Kelly, he is obviously not a level up compared to the fighting champion Aisha.

Not many rounds later, Aisha caught the flaw and threw her to the ground. She turned around and locked her neck with her right arm, which made him stick out his tongue and roll his eyes.

"It's still just okay." Aisha gave a very good evaluation: "Because your profession is not a fighting one after all, and you don't have mysteries, the power of those skills has been reduced by more than half."

"Yeah, what Master taught me is..."

Ye Lin was in pain and happiness now. Aisha's unconscious forceful chokehold almost made him breathless, but the extreme softness on the left side of his face made him feel full of happiness.

He recognized this mentor!

Aisha herself seemed to be unconscious. After letting go, she continued to drink her share of juice, pursed her lips and said, "That guy Feng Zhen has become useless recently. Feng Ling and I are temporarily taking over the martial arts field. You can come to me anytime when you are free. "

"What happened to him? When I came, he was half drunk."

Ye Lin jumped up and asked, also full of doubts. This was not like Feng Zhen's usual style.

"King Xuzu has passed away. My brother respects King Xian very much. The two of them had some friendship."

Feng Chime also had a sad look on his face. The King Xian was a good king, but he died of illness in his prime, which really made the people of Xu Zu extremely sad.

"Then the current king is..."

Although he already knew the answer in his heart, he still followed the words.

"The eldest princess, Sunan Askar." said the wind chime.

Sure enough, Ye Lin nodded silently. After Aska succeeded to the throne, Xu Ancestor was about to usher in a period of great turmoil. It wouldn't be long before Xu Ancestor, who had been secluded for hundreds of years, would open the country and hold a martial arts competition to everyone's shock.

The first outsider to step into Xuzu should be Seaman Stella (Godzilla). This girl has a restless temper and her ability to wander around is better than Lily.

A man went to the red jungle to find Xu Zu, and then got lost and was rescued by Nuo Yu.

After a short rest, Aisha gave full play to her seriousness as a fighting champion and taught him the fighting skills meticulously.

Every time she punched or kicked, even if it was slightly irregular, such as her turning posture, Aisha would reach out and correct it little by little, and then practice again.

Sometimes the wind chime onlookers becomes interested and teases him.

Although Aisha had made a lot of money because of her excessive enthusiasm, she was still really tired after an afternoon, her arms were numb and her legs were shaking and weak.

"Master, you have won the championship in the fighting competition. Can you say that you have no rivals in terms of fighting skills?"

Ye Lin was panting and took a drink while gulping it down. Aisha's last training was a very basic but difficult movement, the zama step!

The wind chime on the side was gloating and snickering. It was rare to see this person being tired like this.

As a previous champion, Elsa's catchphrase is "Where is my opponent? Hasn't he been born yet?"

Her unabashed self-confidence may even seem extremely arrogant to others, but seriously speaking, she also has this qualification.

"The opponent..."

Aisha threw him a white towel while recalling, her tone was regretful, her ponytail swayed slightly, and she said: "There is one person I have never fought against. I really want to compete with her, but this person is missing."

"Who is it? Zale?"

The wind chime also aroused some curiosity.

"Rising Dragon God of War, Ouli."

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment when he heard the name. It took him a while to realize who this person was. He was known as one of the most talented Sanda practitioners. He used the Shenglong Fist with great proficiency and could be called the Transformation Realm.

But Shenglong Martial God has disappeared in the mainland for some time, and some people even speculated whether she died accidentally somewhere.

Ye Lin was also a little surprised. He thought that the person Taylor wanted to challenge was the old and former Triple Crown Fighting Champion Sal Maya, but little did he know that it was actually the Martial God Ori who was training in the Tower of Despair.

"Although I don't care about being compared with others in terms of body and appearance, fighting ability is the honor and pride that I care about most. And there are always people comparing my strength with hers. It's very annoying. The key is that I don't know whether this guy is dead or alive. .”

Aisha was extremely annoyed by this, and punched the sandbag next to her hard, and then kicked her again without letting go.

The farthest distance between people is not the ends of the world, but the fact that I don’t even know whether you are dead or alive.

Bang!

The last move was a straight punch, and the whole sandbag flew high. Just when Aisha wanted to slow down the momentum like before, the whole sandbag actually exploded in the air.

Aisha and Feng Chime both turned pale when they saw this. There were solid wood floors, soft mats and equipment and tools everywhere. Sand was the most troublesome thing to disturb.

If that guy Feng Zhen knew that they had gotten into trouble, he would keep nagging them again.

However, the expected scene of explosions scattered all over the ground did not appear. All the sand seemed to flow backwards in time, regrouping into a pile, wrapped in a new sandbag, and hung on the beams.

"Superpowers? Or magic?"

Aisha's little face showed deep surprise. She didn't know how strong Yelin's magic ability was. She simply felt that this kind of meticulous operation was more like the telepathy of the most powerful superpower "Masser".

Moreover, this person practiced swordsmanship, magic and fighting skills at the same time, and he was pretty good in every aspect. This broke her concept of "more than master", which was very surprising.

"Magic, master, don't be angry, you'll get wrinkles. Maybe, I can help you find Ouli, the God of War."

"Really? Where is she?"

Aisha was stunned for a moment, with a touch of joy and urgency on her face. There was news about the rising Dragon God of War!

He told Aisha about the Tower of Despair, paused and said, "Oli probably isn't in it anymore, so you must not go to the Canyon of the Dead."