Idle game leads to another world

Yang Yiyi can help, but it is not good to help too directly.

After all, the present is different from the past. In the past, Yang Yiyi was a small shrimp, and it was fine. Now that she has a little fame, she has to be careful.

If she helps Taohuawu directly, outsiders will think that Yang Yiyi has some connection with Taohuawu, which is equivalent to being tied together.

It is unnecessary, really unnecessary, just doing a favor.

What's more, it is not good to be a substitute for others.

So it is okay to help, but you can't show up directly.

The clothes of Taohuawu disciples are very loose, and you can't see the body curve. Yang Yiyi has already made a crown commonly used by men. Next, she just needs to wrap the chest cloth, put on the mask, and add Li Chengxi's dubbing. Whoever sees her standing there will say that she looks like a man.

——Just a little smaller.

There are some mysterious masters in the martial arts world whose names cannot be called. Could they be the aliases of some big guys who don't want to show up? Seeing this, Xing Muqing whispered to Wu Shaoyi who squeezed through the crowd: "Miss Yang's fake voice is very good. I can't hear any flaws at all. It's like another person." Wu Shaoyi knew who was talking, that was another person, and quickly said something else to fool him. Sun Wei, who was holding tea and watching the show, also glanced over. He thought that he had heard this voice when he first met Yang Yiyi. For a long time, Sun Wei had always thought that Yang Yiyi was a double soul in one body, that is, schizophrenia. However, Li Chengxi never spoke in front of Sun Wei after that, which made Sun Wei very confused. No, I have to take a closer look. I don't know what others think, and this strong man named Zhang Hu has no time to know. When he saw Yang Yiyi's steps into the venue, he immediately realized that this person is not easy to deal with. Any martial arts is based on the stability of the lower body, so squatting is the basic skill. Most of the time, just by looking at a person's steps, you can more or less tell the strength of his basic skills, and most of the time it is reliable.

Those with unstable lower body are not necessarily awesome, but those with stable lower body are definitely awesome.

This can't be as funny as dealing with Chuanqiong just now. Zhang Hu's face is solemn, and he starts his boxing.

"Please teach me."

Yang Yiyi waved her hand, which meant to be polite, but Li Chengxi didn't say anything, which made Yang Yiyi's action look a bit provocative.

The most important thing is that Yang Yiyi still stood there, without any preparation, and didn't take Zhang Hu seriously.

With the sound of a bell, Zhang Hu almost stepped on the bell and pounced on him.

This man is tall and strong, with a sturdy figure. When he pounced with all his strength, it was really like a tiger pouncing on its prey, which looked particularly oppressive. In contrast, Yang Yiyi, who is less than 1.7 meters tall, seemed to be crushed at any time.

However, Zhang Hu only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then he pounced into nothing.

Turning his head, he saw Yang Yiyi, who was originally in front of him, appeared on the side at some point.

Zhang Hu refused to give up, raised his hand and swept it, and his strong arm swept nothing again.

He only saw Yang Yiyi lower her head to avoid him, and when he looked again, she disappeared. When he turned his head again, he found that Yang Yiyi had returned to her original position, as if she had not moved at all.

A chill rose from the bottom of Zhang Hu's heart, and he felt that he was fighting with a ball of air, like smoke and fog, and he couldn't touch the entity.

As the saying goes, those who are involved are confused. Zhang Hu didn't know how Yang Yiyi did it, but the bystanders saw it very clearly.

Yang Yiyi used extremely fast body movements, but she just shook slightly and switched back and forth between the two positions. This kind of light skill and footwork are definitely not ordinary.

Zhang Hu threw a few punches, and the force was so great that you could hear the wind of the fist breaking through the air from a long distance, but it was meaningless if he couldn't hit it, and all the punches were empty.

"You slippery fellow! If you dare, come and fight me head-on!"

Zhang Hu was amazed at Yang Yiyi's body movements at first, but after several misses, the chill in his heart instantly turned into anger.

But he was smart this time. While sweeping his right hand, he bounced his left leg and kicked the other side with a whip kick.

Doing this will make the body very unbalanced, but it obviously expands the attack range, leaving no place for people to hide.

Then there was a snap, and Zhang Hu clearly felt that his whip kick had hit someone, and he was happy in his heart, finally catching you.

But when he turned his head, he found that Yang Yiyi only used one hand to block Zhang Hu's whip kick, and her feet did not move at all.

This made Zhang Hu's joy turn into surprise. The power of his whip kick was enough to kill a cow or a sheep, but he just took it so lightly?

"You want to fight head-on? Well, let's fight head-on."

As soon as Li Chengxi said this, Yang Yiyi knew that she should change her fighting style.

She grabbed Zhang Hu's leg with one hand, and put her fingers together with the other hand, and at the same time, she stepped forward and slapped Zhang Hu's heart.

The latter felt the violent palm wind like a raging sea, and before the right palm reached him, he was blown by the palm wind and couldn't open his eyes.

The most terrible thing was that his legs were still in Yang Yiyi's hands, and no matter how hard he pulled, he didn't move at all, as if he was clamped tightly by a pair of iron clamps and couldn't get away at all.

At the critical moment, Zhang Hu closed his arms to protect his heart, and then there was a loud bang, and Zhang Hu's huge body flew backwards like a dirt plane, and fell heavily to the ground.

It looked miserable, but in fact Yang Yiyi didn't use a force that could kill people, but just pushed far away with clever strength.

After all, this is a competition, not a life-and-death fight like fighting the Tianlang Sect. Otherwise, Zhang Hu would at most lie back and would not fly far away, but his internal organs were basically shattered by the fierce internal force.

At the beginning, he only used the Yanbo River Art to show his master style. It is obvious that the first one to come up is definitely not the strongest. Since this is the case, let the other party understand what it means to retreat when faced with difficulties, and it will also make us look awesome.

Who knew that this man was a reckless man and refused to appreciate it. There is nothing we can do but let him suffer a little.

This Zhang Hu is just a bluff with his physique. In fact, his panel attributes are not as good as the wolf messenger, the lowest-level officer of the Tianlang Sect. In the previous battle, Yang Yiyi beat the wolf messenger like a game, and he was killed in one move.

Zhang Hu was sore all over after being thrown down, but he did not vomit blood or die on the spot. He just fell down and squatted.

Even Zhang Hu himself was surprised. After all, the palm wind was so strong just now that it would not be surprising to kill him with a slap.

Now he finally understood, and quickly got up and clasped his fists and said:

"Your martial arts are profound, I can't match you, thank you for your mercy, I will come to learn from you in the future."

Yang Yiyi also clasped her hands in response.

As for the scene, it's okay as long as it's acceptable.

"Master, I'm not good at martial arts, and I'm embarrassed for you."

"Don't blame you, that person is too strong."

As soon as Yang Yiyi came up, Xing Mukai knew that Zhang Hu was definitely not his opponent, he just wanted to see how much strength Zhang Hu could force out of him.

But now it seems that he didn't even use his strength...