Fist of Imagination

Liang De retreated immediately, and the Ren and Du engines were in explosive combustion mode instantly. The internal energy used for rapid propulsion gushed out from the Tanzhong point on his chest, and he and his soul retreated several hundred meters, leaving a straight gully on the ground.

He scanned with his spiritual sense and found that Sun Xunqiao was running no slower than him, and he had already found the courtyard wall as a cover. He was worthy of being the inheritor of the ancient boxing of the East with abundant martial virtues.

The three people confronted each other in the air, forming an obtuse triangle. Mu Yigui was at the top of the obtuse angle, and Liang De and Sun Xunqiao were separated on both sides, which was convenient for siege and running away separately.

Sun Xunqiao was scared by Mu Yigui's crazy state before, so his tactical choice was more conservative.

Mr. Liang's principle is not to fight a battle without benefits.

Fighting with Mu Yigui here, regardless of winning or losing, whose physical consumables will be? If the school property is destroyed, you may have to pay money, which is really boring.

Liang De thought of this, raised his right hand and pointed three fingers to the sky, and said loudly:

"Brother Gui, I swear to heaven, I still know nothing!"

"Do you think I will believe it!"

Mu Yigui folded his hands and sat cross-legged, muttering something, and heard the sound of Sanskrit chanting from the sky, solemn and grand, with the power to intimidate the outsiders and the art of confusing the soul.

For a moment, the sky was full of flowers, the ground was full of golden lotus, and there was a sea of ​​clouds and red sandalwood mist pouring out one after another, the sky was dark, and the north and south were indistinguishable.

Sun Xunqiao hid behind the courtyard wall and shouted loudly:

"Junior brother! Don't talk nonsense with him. If you seek peace by compromise, peace will die. If you seek peace by struggle, peace will survive. You go first, and I will cover you with the five grains palm power from behind!"

"Brother, I have to know why I am fighting first. What bad luck has Brother Gui had!"

In the sandalwood smoke, Liang De quietly escaped from his soul, leaving only a lively body in the original place as bait.

He hid his soul fluctuations and flew to Sun Xunqiao's shoulder.

There was a sound of wooden fish from the depths of the clouds and mist, and his standard body that remained in place was instantly stained by the faint smell of sandalwood. He fell to the ground after a few jumps and fell asleep like a pool of merit water with brilliant light.

Oh, I lost myself.

Liang De said sadly: "What a cruel method, senior brother, it's already like this, what's the point of hiding it from me."

"No, I promised Lao Mu that I can't tell others."

"Senior brother, this is a different time.

You are loyal and keep your promises, but Brother Gui doesn't believe you. What kind of Jianghu morality can we talk about with such an evil demon who lacks male virtue? It's better to tell it out and compile it into nine versions and send it to the alumni group to let him know the consequences of casually doubting his brothers!"

When Liang De said this, Sun Xunqiao was immediately shaken, Yuan The divine message said:

"Let's fight first. Look at his posture. It's obvious that he is playing super-limit superposition. This scene is at least four times the Sleeping Arhat Fist. If it lasts for a long time, it will be bad for the martial arts soul.

We should calm him down as soon as possible, help him calm his mind and regulate his purple palace. It won't be too late for me to tell you then."

As soon as Sun Xunqiao passed the message, he heard his soul message being converted into sound and played in the clouds. A crooked light blue Phantom Conch stood in the middle of the courtyard, and the loud noise shook the sky.

And Liang De's soul, who was standing on his shoulder just now, had disappeared.

After this message was circulated three times, Liang De's righteous voice rang out from the Phantom Conch.

"Brother Gui, you heard it! My senior brother is unreliable. He is a scumbag who is worried about several girls. He is no longer our brother!

Instead of letting Sun Gou exaggerate, you might as well tell me yourself!"

In the mist of sleep, Mu Yigui sighed, waved the jade hammer in his hand, and hit the copper chime shaped like a round bowl heavily.

The clear sound of the copper chime spread around like water waves, the clouds and fog disappeared, and the Buddhist chanting was silent.

Mu Yigui threw the jade hammer and kicked the copper chime over. The spirit and energy in his chest that was born from anger fell again, and the whole person fell backwards, like a roast chicken with bones removed, and rolled limply on the ground.

Liang De blew away the remaining smoke with a strong wind, walked to Mu Yigui and sat down, handing him a cigarette.

"Brother Gui, we are not others. What can't be said openly?

As the saying goes, one person's shortcomings are better than two people's. If there are any difficulties, tell them and we can think of a solution together."

Mu Yigui was lying on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth, only breathing in but not out. The mint popping bead cigarette made him feel cold in his heart.

"One person is an iron door, two people are wooden doors, and three people are paper doors.

I knew I shouldn't tell Sun Gou."

"Get down here, I'm not begging you to tell me."

Sun Xunqiao came over with a curse and sat next to Mu Yigui, with Liang De on the left and right.

"Brother, you smoke."

"No, it affects your taste. Bring me a box of fried chicken, the kind you gave to Uncle Shisheng."

"Okay."

Liang De took out a "Handmade Chance", opened the paper box and handed the chicken leg to Mu Yigui.

"Brother Gui, the microphone is for you."

Mu Yigui looked at him for a long time before making up his mind and said:

"I'll tell you, you're not allowed to laugh at me."

"Brother Gui, don't worry, I'm a professional martial artist who has received rigorous training, my mind and body are in perfect harmony, and I'm proficient in the ancient judo Golden Snake Wrapping Hand, and I can freely manipulate every muscle on my face.

No matter how funny it is, I won't laugh."

In order to prove his words, Liang De put on dozens of incredibly difficult facial expressions on the spot, showing Mu Yigui that he could trust him completely.

Mu Yigui covered his face with both hands, and a weak voice came out from between his fingers.

"I can't get it up."

"Sizzle, sizzle!" Two old-fashioned pressure cookers released gas at the same time.

"What are you laughing at!"

"Sorry, Brother Gui, I suddenly remembered something happy."

Liang De reached out and wiped his nose twice, and instantly regained his serious expression.

"What happy thing?" Mu Yigui didn't believe it at all.

Liang De said seriously: "Someone told me that the Snipe Hunter might be released in advance, and then I can get a lot of money. When I think of this, I can't help but be happy."

"Sun Gou, what are you laughing at again!"

"Isn't it okay for me to be happy for my junior brother!" Sun Xunqiao said righteously.

"Damn it, I'm going to explode my soul and kill you two bastards now!"

Liang De and Sun Xunqiao quickly worked together to hold down Mu Yigui, and paid the price of two wings and a side rib to persuade him.

"Brother Gui, impotence is actually a very serious matter. You can speak out openly. Besides, the medical technology on both sides of the sky and the sea is so advanced. As far as I know..."

"What are you doing with your phone! Do you want to send it to the group?"

"No, no, no, it doesn't exist."

Liang De immediately showed the screen of his phone and let Mu Yigui see what he had just searched.

"I just want to check which hospitals are strong in this area. Since this has happened, we can't hide our illness and avoid medical treatment.

Brother, don't you think so?"

"Alas, it can't be cured."

Mu Yigui closed his eyes dejectedly, his hands fell weakly, and the fried chicken in his mouth fell to the ground.

"Ade, have you heard of Nan De?"

1. Woo woo woo, because of my slow hand speed, the update time of the year-end summary of "Fist of Imagination" will be postponed to 5 working days later. 2. My friends, I have basically mastered the core technology of daily update, and the risk of lameness has been greatly reduced! 3. Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow!