Idle game leads to another world

Yang Yiyi is not stupid, but she is too straightforward, especially when fighting, she will not think at all and will just go straight in.

"Show mercy, Captain Zhang will have to arrest him and interrogate the reason behind it."

Wu Shaoyi reminded him again, but I don't know if Yang Yiyi took it to heart.

On one side there were swords and on the other side there were sticks, fighting in the dark, in this situation, Yang Yiyi flew down with the wheelchair, not only standing out from the crowd, but also more than that.

She immediately became the most beautiful kid in the audience, even for the many weird people in the martial arts world, this way of appearance is extremely rare.

After landing, Yang Yiyi first took a look at the approximate position of the enemy and me, and then used her strength to throw Wu Shaoyi and the wheelchair out together.

Such a large hidden weapon is even rarer. A man in black quickly dodged when he saw it, but Wu Shaoyi's wheelchair could actually draw an arc and turn three and a half times. The iron-clad wheels hit his face. The latter didn't even make a sound and fell into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

Yang Yiyi's brute force was used to throw it out, and Wu Shaoyi's internal force was used to turn it. Her wheelchair could be used as a weapon.

Then Wu Shaoyi pulled out the small table on the wheelchair and started playing the piano with both hands.

With the melodious piano music as the BGM accompaniment, Yang Yiyi rushed to another direction.

There was a man in black who was besieged by five servants holding sticks, but he was still not at a disadvantage. His moves were also very fierce. The blade was either towards the neck or the eyes, so that the people besieging him did not dare to get too close.

This one looked like a martial artist. It felt that the threat to friendly forces was relatively large, so Yang Yiyi rushed over first.

The other party was dancing with swords, and suddenly saw a figure rushing over in the dark, with a strong evil wind. He was frightened at the time and immediately held his sword in front of him.

Then, Yang Yiyi attacked with a scorching sun palm.

The sword blade is usually soft and elastic, and the sword blade should bend down after a palm strike.

But Yang Yiyi's strong internal force was not even enough for the four kings of the Tianlang Sect, let alone an ordinary long sword.

There was a loud bang, and the sword blade cracked inch by inch. The person holding the sword could even feel the surging heat wave coming at him. If he hit someone, one move would be enough to burn his internal organs clean.

The latter was horrified and hurriedly withdrew his sword and retreated, pulling out a short knife and waving it left and right, trying to force Yang Yiyi back.

It was too much to force her back with a small short knife. Yang Yiyi didn't go up and send the person away with a combo immediately because Wu Shaoyi said that he had to catch him alive.

This was more difficult for Yang Yiyi than beating someone to death. She had to know how capable the man in front of her was before she could decide how hard to hit him.

At this time, Li Chengxi said:

"Yes, this grandson is from the Liu family, but I don't know why he would cause trouble in Nanshan City."

Yang Yiyi didn't listen carefully to the latter part of the sentence, but she heard it very clearly in the first half of the sentence, that he was from the Liu family.

Yang Yiyi was very scared of the elders of the Liu family. The psychological shadow she had in the Liu family dungeon was too great, but Yang Yiyi's straightforward mind was actually a benefit.

She didn't dare to go up to the Liu family from a distance, but she wouldn't think so much when she fought face to face.

So when she heard Li Chengxi say that he was from the Liu family, Yang Yiyi's eyes almost turned red on the spot, and she had long forgotten Wu Shaoyi's instructions. She folded her hands, ignored the short knife waving by the other party, and smashed it directly with the Jingtao Palm.

Even a sword couldn't stop Yang Yiyi, let alone a short knife.

The tip of the knife pierced Yang Yiyi's palm, making a crisp sound of iron and stone colliding, and then the short knife broke into pieces on the ground, and the terrifying palm wind of the Jingtao Palm hit the man's wrist without reservation.

The latter's arm immediately zipped up with the sound of fractures, and all folded together.

As soon as the scream came out, Yang Yiyi grabbed the wrist of his other hand and swung it up.

Even though Li Chengxi no longer gave Yang Yiyi the muscle and bone attributes, Yang Yiyi's brute force was still outstanding, with a kind of beauty of a girl next door who had grown up and was as strong as a mountain and as powerful as the world.

A man in black who was obviously taller than Yang Yiyi was swung up on the spot, and then he swung his arm and smashed it hard on the ground.

This move was obviously learned from Li Chengxi, three hits to the left and three hits to the right.

However, Yang Yiyi only hit it once, and immediately another man in black came out from the shadows, forcing Yang Yiyi to let go.

This person's swordsmanship is smooth and has a bit of a kingly meaning. He must be a good swordsman.

But a good swordsman can't do anything against Yang Yiyi. She is now only one step away from being a real first-class master.

If it were in the past, Yang Yiyi would first observe how this person uses the sword, but after seeing too many duels between fast swords and masters, this is very not enough.

The sword just forced Yang Yiyi back, and then Yang Yiyi turned over and killed him, and pulled out the steel mace on her back.

At this time, Li Chengxi let out a light exclamation, but Yang Yiyi didn't notice it and immediately used the steel mace to perform Liuyun Luanjian.

This person's swordsmanship is indeed good. Although it was embarrassing, he did take Liuyun Luanjian. However, after Yang Yiyi finished a set of combos, when the man stood with his sword horizontally, he realized that the steel sword in his hand was almost damaged, and it might break if it was touched a few times.

Yang Yiyi was about to press on and smash the opponent's head with a steel mace, when she heard Li Chengxi suddenly say:

"Show mercy!"

The steel mace stopped abruptly, less than an inch above the man's head. This was obviously not a very comfortable expression, and he could clearly feel a chill on his scalp.

"This guy is not from the Liu family, but from the Plum Blossom Guard."

At this time, the dark clouds dispersed a little, and the cold moonlight made the vision clearer.

The man who had just fought with Yang Yiyi saw Yang Yiyi's face clearly and immediately pulled off his face scarf:

"Yang, Miss Yang?"

"Uh... do you know me?"

"Don't you remember? I once went to the dyeing workshop in Fengcheng with you."

Outsiders couldn't understand what he said.

The dyeing workshop in Fengcheng was where Princess Rousi was once imprisoned. This man was one of the plum blossom guards who went into the dyeing workshop warehouse to rescue people.

No wonder he knew Yang Yiyi.

However, Yang Yiyi didn't have any impression of him, but Li Chengxi said that this man was a plum blossom guard, so it must be correct.

Yang Yiyi put away the steel mace:

"What's going on?"

The man pointed to the Liu family on the ground and said:

"I was ordered to ambush here to capture the court's wanted criminals. Who knew that a group of people suddenly ran out. I thought..."

It's bad, it's a misunderstanding!

At this time, the voice of Captain Zhang came from the street corner:

"Stop! Stop! You misunderstood, we are beating our own people!"

Captain Zhang and the detectives arrived a little late. Those who were at the scene just now were sent by local tyrants and gentry. They wanted to perform well in front of the government, so they beat them very hard.

Yang Yiyi stretched her head and took a look, and found that there were not only detectives, but also a group of guys who looked like flying fish suits next to the detectives.

The leader was an acquaintance, Sun Wei.