Repugnant Gateway

Ye Qidao took a book and a pen from the messenger bag he was carrying, and said very seriously: "Don't hit it first, wait for me to be ready. My brother must tell you what his name is, otherwise you will fight. He will not do his best. He said, you ca n’t beat him, he does n’t bother to fight you, and has already left you behind for thousands of miles. "

He smiled harmless to humans and animals: "So Brother Anzheng let me come, he said that you fight me with reluctance, you can practice for me."

When the reclining Buddha heard this sentence, his face was white. He was looked down upon by An Zheng, and now he just casually emerged and looked down upon him so much, which caused his self-esteem as a man to be completely hurt. Too.

But he is a reclining Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even if he has been completely irritated, he will not start first.

"kill him."

Reclining Buddha looked at Warrior II: "Our position has been exposed, and if we don't kill this guy, we can't leave anyone."

The warrior erh uttered. Although he had the awakening of his own thought, his wisdom was still worse than that of the reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he wouldn't be moved by the reclining Buddha in a few words before. His awakening in thought is far worse than that of Nie Qing. Nie Qing has completely got rid of the warrior's control, and he just had this idea.

The iron braze in the second hand of the warrior pierced straight into Ye Qidao's heart, and Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, watching the iron braze pierce his heart. But ... the iron solder came out through the body, but he looked as if nothing happened. A small hole appeared in his chest, and the iron rod passed through the hole, and there was no trace of blood on the small hole.

"Forgot to tell you."

The corner of Ye Qidao's mouth rose slightly.

"My name is Ye Qidao, why is it called Qi Dao? Because I am not in the Six Dao, and you are all people in the Six Dao. But the power within the Six Dao is meaningless to me ..."

He picked up the pen and swept it quickly on the book. The ink on the brush did not know where the ink came from. After sweeping this, the ink on the book was like the water spilled out. The thick part of the pen is the main body of water, and the ink splashing around is the water droplets sprayed out.

"I really still don't have the talent to paint."

He pointed to the book and explained: "I want to draw the scene of Wan Jian Qi Fei, can you see it?"

He also raised his notebook and showed it to Warrior II. His serious expression was not like a joke at all. And he is indeed not a joke, he is really asking how Warrior II painted himself. However, what he painted is really not very good.

Warrior II didn't think he was serious and asked how he painted. A golden light broke out in his palm, and a sharp breath rushed directly into Ye Qidao's heart along the iron brazing. With a muffled noise, the violent force exploded in Ye Qidao's body.

"That won't work."

Ye Qidao had a sincere look on his face, and he tapped on the iron solder: "This kind of thing is okay, the materialized thing, whether it is metal or wood or something, as long as it is real, it is better, At least you can touch me ... your strength is useless. "

That power exploded, but it didn't hurt Ye Qidao at all. The force was violent, and it seemed to have no meaning for Ye Qidao's body. The force exploded from behind Ye Qidao to the distance. The courtyard door and wall behind Ye Qidao were instantly shaken into powder.

"Change me."

Ye Qidao's finger wiped the place where he painted on the book, and then pointed to the second fighter.

"go with."

As he whispered, the ink on the book instantly turned into thousands of black flying swords and shot toward Warrior II. The distance between the two is too close, not even half a meter. At this distance, Warrior II has no way to dodge even if the response is enough.

Thousands of black flying swords hit the chest of Warrior II, dozens of flying swords arrived at almost the same time, and then it was endless. The endless Jianyu beat the body of Warrior II back, and he could not control his body. And his flesh was gradually separated in the air, the sword was cut one by one, and the upper body was gone when the man flew out three meters. After five meters, the whole person was gone.

It's as if Warrior II has never existed in the world. The scary thing is that there is no trace of blood, no fragments of corpses, and nothing.

After the flying sword exploded, people disappeared.

Ye Qidao looked at the book, and the ink disappeared.

No surprises, when the reclining Buddha saw this scene and turned and ran. He stretched out his hand and tore open the space and rushed in. This was his best thing. In the time of the Daxi era, few people were stronger than him in the perception of space power. And Anzheng ’s grasp of the power of space, part of the perception comes from his battle with the reclining Buddha.

The reclining Buddha turned and ran, never dragging mud. Even if he is mad, even if he wants to tear this small harmless human-animal hybrid into pieces, he can still perfectly restrain his feelings and never fight unnecessary when he needs to escape.

The moment he turned to tear the space, he heard a faint sigh behind him.

"You really have to run, I thought Brother Anzheng would guess wrong."

Ye Qidao's hand, holding the brush, drew quickly, and a straight line of ink appeared on the book, and then the ink trace disappeared. As the reclining Buddha tears open the space, the disappearing ink mark appears in front of the reclining Buddha, blocking the torn space. When the reclining Buddha rushed forward, he hit the ink mark with one head. When he heard the sound, his head hit the iron door and was bounced back. A big bag suddenly appeared on the head.

"What the **** is this!"

The reclining Buddha couldn't help but scolded.

Ye Qidao scratched her hair embarrassedly: "Wood ... I want to draw a piece of wood stuck there to block you, isn't it very similar?"

"Why don't you **** die!"

The reclining Buddha climbed up and rushed out to the other side. While rushing, his hands were pulled outwards, and a space crack appeared again in front of him. When one of his feet had stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web suddenly appeared on the crack, and he put it on his head, the spider web had better elasticity, and directly bounced his body. It hit the ground backwards, yes ... it was n’t a fall, it was lighter, it was a fall.

His head bounced back after hitting the spider's web. His head hit the ground, and the solid blue stone floor was smashed.

"It looks more like this time."

Ye Qidao laughed, and the beautiful little tiger teeth made him feel so simple.

However, in the view of Reclining Buddha, this little hybrid has been abhorrent to a certain extent, and it is even more abhorrent than **** the beast named Anzheng.

"I drew a net."

Ye Qidao stretched out his hand and pulled back, and the spider web that sealed the crack in the space flew down and fell on the reclining Buddha, and then tightened instantly. Although this screen painting is messy, it is really strong. After being trapped by the practice of the reclining Buddha, it makes no sense to struggle no matter how hard it is. The more you struggle with the net, the tighter it will become, and then the nets will be pulled into the flesh one by one.

Then the previous thing that Ye Qidao called the wooden stick flew over and knocked on the reclining Buddha's ass.

The muffled sound, utterly humiliating.

"Can you **** don't spank me, this is a battle between practitioners, can you not insult me ​​like this!"

"Oh, no spanking."

Ye Qidao beckoned, the wood floating in the air moved forward a bit, and then tapped on the back of the reclining Buddha. If the sound of hitting the **** before was puff-puff-puff-puff ... then doing it on the back of the head is Dangdang Dangdang ...

After this, the back of the head soon became a big bag.

"Brother Anzheng said he couldn't kill you, but he must teach you. He said it's useful to keep you. You know the secrets that others don't know. For example ... Where is Chen Wunuo now?"

Xiao Qidao drew it again in this book. This time he was very careful in drawing the pen. It seems that he intentionally drew the line very thin, but he really did not hold the pen lightly. Although the line is much thinner than the wooden stick , But still as thick as the thumb.

"just so-so."

He stretched his finger, and the ink line about one foot thick with his thumb flew out and spurted on the **** of the reclining Buddha.

"what!"

The Reclining Buddha wailed with pain: "What the **** is that!"

"Needle."

Ye Qidao scratched her hair: "Sorry, the painting is a little heavier. Brother An Zheng said, if I don't answer your question, just pierce you with a needle. Don't blame me, you have a debt and a debt ... "

"I **** you two uncles!"

"The two of us are not one uncle."

Xiao Qidao's fingers dropped down in the air: "You can't talk, you can't talk, you can't talk ..."

The so-called needle with thick thumb, punctured on the reclining Buddha's buttocks, it is impossible to maintain the same trajectory perfectly when the finger moves up and down, so of course, when the needle falls, it is not in a position. If you pierce a place, it may have been broken.

puff!

Seems to have penetrated into something that should not be penetrated.

Ye Qidao froze for a moment, then suddenly embarrassed: "Brother Anzheng gave me a lot of means to force confessions, but I really can't learn it. You also know that Brother Anzheng is the first of the Ming Fa Division, and many of the penalties of the Ming Fa Division He invented it. But I ’m stupid. He taught me for a while and I did n’t learn it. He said he would use a needle. "

Ye Qidao apologized sincerely, but he did not stop with his finger down, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster.

"Ah ... oh! Ah ... oh oh ... ah!"

I do n’t know why. Since the needle first pierced into the place where it should n’t be pierced, when the fingers of the small seven backs move up and down, the track is perfect, there is no slight deviation ...

"I ... kill ... you ..."

The reclining Buddha was lying there, and it seemed that the whole person was bad.

"Just say it."

Ye Qidao nodded his finger up and down: "I'm so tired."

Reclining Buddha: "If I have the opportunity, I will unload you and Anzheng ..."

At this moment, someone stepped on the cracked brick and walked in. The sole of the shoe stepped on the rubble and the sound was very harsh. An Zheng walked in with a real wooden stick in his hand, probably as thick as his fist.

"Come on, your needle is too thin."

An Zheng walked over with the stick, poked the stick on the ground, and then rolled up the cuff.

"It's better to direct it, to make you torture to confess, but not to make you play."

An Zheng glanced at the reclining Buddha and pulled up the wooden stick: "Where is it uncomfortable? My stick is amazing ... to cure all diseases."