Practice from the game

Hei Lang stepped forward vigilantly, took the exercise from Han Yaozu, and after a while, turned to Yang Xiu and said, "It's true."

A smile appeared on Yang Xiu's face, and the black wolf returned the exercises to Han Yaozu and returned to Yang Xiu's side.

"I'll let Han Yu walk over, and you throw the exercises over." Yang Xiu said.

"No problem." Han Yaozu agreed.

Yang Xiu picked up Han Yu who was sitting on the ground and hadn't figured out the situation, and said to her, "Get up, go back!"

Han Yu took two steps in a daze, then turned around suddenly, and asked in tears, "Would you rather have the exercises than me?"

"Come back!" Han Yaozu shouted.

Yang Xiu didn't respond to her, just stared at the exercises in Han Yaozu's hands without turning his eyes. Seeing his appearance, Han Yu wiped away his tears, turned into a big painted face, turned around and walked towards Han Yaozu weeping.

"Throw it over!" Yang Xiu shouted when Han Yu was almost halfway there.

Han Yaozu threw out the exercises in his hands, and in an instant, both sides shot.

Yang Xiu rushed forward to grab the skill, the black wolf threw the dagger in his hand towards Han Yu, forcing Steward Zhang to change his target to protect Han Yu, Han Yaozu rushed directly to Yang Xiu, and the seriously injured Han Sanye also rushed to Yang Xiu , and the rest of the offerings rushed towards the black wolf.

boom

Yang Xiu and Han Yaozu touched each other's palms, and the intense aura caused an explosion. Yang Xiu took the opportunity to slam on the ground and grab the kung fu in mid-air.Han Yaozu was even more ruthless, he threw a medicine bottle casually, and knocked the kung fu away from the cliff.

Sanye Han stalked Yang Xiu, his eyes burst out with anger, he didn't care about Yang Xiu's attack at all, and wanted to exchange injuries with Yang Xiu.

Two consecutive flaming palms hit Yang Xiu's chest. Yang Xiu's figure stopped for a moment but he was fine, but Han Sanye was directly sent flying by Yang Xiu, and fell down the mountain to die.

After the Han family's guard uniform on Yang Xiu's body was burned through, the dark green soft armor underneath was exposed, and the soft armor was still shining with aura.

"Lingjia?" Han Yaozu was a little surprised, and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

Chapter 37: The Disappearing Little Tail

Yang Xiu ignored Han Yaozu's question, and jumped off the cliff to chase the exercises.After the black wolf was besieged, he immediately jumped off the cliff.

"Chasing!" Han Yaozu took the lead and jumped off the cliff, using his strength on the protrusions and trees on the cliff, he chased after Yang Xiu and the black wolf.

The others followed closely behind, leaving only Butler Zhang and Han Yu on the top of the mountain, and a third master Han who was lying on the mountainside.

Yang Xiu watched the Gongfa fall into the woods, and when he reached the place where the Gongfa fell, he found nothing.

"What about the exercises? What about the exercises?" Yang Xiu searched desperately around.

Hei Lang suddenly appeared and shouted, "The exercises are over there!"

Then it disappeared immediately, and then saw Han Yaozu chasing and killing with a group of priests, and Yang Xiu rushed in the direction pointed by the black wolf.

Seeing Yang Xiu's figure, Han Yaozu split into two groups, chasing towards Hei Lang and Yang Xiu.

A group of people ran while beating, Yang Xiu relied on the spiritual armor on his body, and he did not know how many fatal injuries he had blocked. After running for dozens of miles, he realized that he had been deceived by the black wolf.

He took another big turn and returned to the place where he met Hei Lang. The spiritual armor on his body was already damaged. If he still couldn't get the exercises, he would really run away.

Yang Xiu chased in the direction where the black wolf was escaping. Han Yaozu, who had been chasing him from behind, had an uneasy expression on his face. Yang Xiu was wearing a tortoise shell, so he could almost ignore their attacks.

Han Yaozu chased him for a long time, but he still hasn't smashed the tortoise shell on his body.

Not long after Yang Xiu ran in the direction where the black wolf was escaping, he saw the black wolf covered in blood and running towards him with a kung fu in his hand.

Hei Lang is vomiting blood depressedly now. He almost escaped from the pursuit just now, but he saw the flying exercises on the way.

That was a skill that even Yang Xiu wanted to obtain, Hei Lang didn't even think about it, he chased the skill and was caught up by several priests.

Hei Lang, who had lost his weapon, was unable to exert his full strength and rushed out of the crowd desperately injured. He did not expect to run into Yang Xiu who had returned to look for him.

Seeing the exercise in Hei Lang's hands, Yang Xiu narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Give it to me!"

Seeing the pursuers behind Yang Xiu, the black wolf gritted his teeth and threw the exercises at Yang Xiu. Unexpectedly, Yang Xiu didn't accept the exercises, and directly stamped his palm on the black wolf's chest.

The fire-attribute aura attached to Zizilie Fire Palm burned the flesh and blood of the black wolf.

The black wolf spat out a big mouthful of blood. He didn't expect Yang Xiu to attack him, and he was severely injured immediately. The corner of his mouth was bleeding, and the black wolf that smelled of burning looked at Yang Xiu and asked, "Why did you kill me?"

There is no sound, Yang Xiu read the meaning from the shape of his mouth.

Yang Xiu sneered, "It's not why, it's because you tricked me just now."

Suddenly, Yang Xiu felt an extremely dangerous feeling, a large puff of yellow smoke suddenly appeared from the black wolf, he hurriedly backed away, but the puff of yellow smoke spread too fast, Yang Xiu still inhaled a little.

Yang Xiu saw the black wolf's mouth curled up in the yellow smoke, as if he was laughing at himself.

"Cough cough" Yang Xiu spat out a few mouthfuls of bloody spittle, "Damn it, you'll fuck me until you die!"

Walking to the place where the exercises were dropped, he suddenly found that the exercises had disappeared again, and Yang Xiu felt like he was about to collapse.

More importantly, he still couldn't feel the breath of the exercises, which drove him the most crazy.

Lu Yu, who got under the dead leaves, glanced at the exercises in his backpack.

The exercises had already been put into his backpack, so Yang Xiu couldn't find anything, and couldn't feel it.

Before, when Hei Lang saw the kung fu flying out suddenly, it was also Lu Yu who deliberately threw it out when he saw that he was about to get rid of the pursuit.

It was also a coincidence that Lu Yu was able to obtain the exercises. When Han Yaozu and others appeared on the top of the mountain, Lu Yu ran to the bottom of the cliff to look for Xiaowei's body.

He didn't find the body, but his head was almost smashed by the exercises.

Yang Xiu searched his surroundings, but he still didn't feel the unique aura fluctuations in the exercises. In desperation, he had no choice but to flee in one direction before being surrounded.

Watching Yang Xiu run away, Lu Yu had the urge to throw the exercises out to attract his attention, but he restrained his urge.

Because of the yellow smoke from the black wolf's death, Han Yaozu and the priests couldn't pass through. Now there are only Lu Yu and Yang Xiu here.

If Lu Yu dared to show his face, he would surely die.

Lu Yu lay quietly under the dead leaves, releasing a faint tiger power to drive away the poisonous insects in the dead leaves. This is the magical effect he discovered after he practiced the tiger boxing to the peak.

Ordinary poisonous insects did not dare to stay nearby when Lu Yu imitated the might of a demon tiger.

Suddenly, Yang Xiu, who had left, reappeared. After looking around, he found nothing unusual, showing disappointment.

The yellow smoke was about to disperse, so he really had no choice but to run away.

"Cough cough..." Yang Xiu coughed a few times, and suddenly spit out a big mouthful of blood. He shook a few times and fell to the ground.

Lu Yu lowered his head and counted the number of dead leaves in front of him, without looking at Yang Xiu.