19 The Eight Immortals Drunk (")

The entire Helib College square was very lively, with the sound of fighting spirits and magical roars, and noisy cheers from time to time, but the corner of Xia Yang was particularly quiet.

Baili is recovering her fighting spirit, Chen Siyu and Ricci are also recovering her magic and fighting spirit, while Xia Yang is closing her eyes to rest, but there is a lazy smile on her face, as if she doesn't care about the next fighting spirit.

After spending half an hour quietly, Beili finally opened her eyes and her fighting spirit surged. Even if she was not at her peak, it was almost the same. Beili felt proud. Now she could teach this little guy who always called her aunt a lesson. But when she saw Xia Yang's lazy smile and seemed to have signs of falling asleep, a trace of anger flashed across Ruhua's face.

"Hey, little lazy pig, get up, don't sleep!" Beili shouted at Xia Yang, causing the crowd around to look at him. No matter how hard the sound sounded, it looked like the little wife's coquettishness of her husband asking her to wake up.

Beili seemed to realize the grammatical problem in her words, and her face was rarely covered with two blushings, and then shouted: "Xia Yang, you guy, wake up quickly, the battle between us will begin soon!"

Xia Yang still opened his eyes lazily and smiled, "Auntie Beli, you are so impatient, you are not a master's demeanor!"

"Hmph, I'll tell you that you are a slut, and I won't beat you up and make you look for teeth all over the floor!" Beili snorted lightly.

Xia Yang shrugged indifferently, stood up and smiled, "Come on, my cute Aunt Beli!"

"Hmph!" Beili snorted coldly, without giving Xia Yang a chance to prepare. She kicked her feet off the ground, rushed towards Xia Yang like an arrow, and punched Xia Yang in the face.

"Haha, is it close-range attack? It seems that this girl really wants to beat herself up!" Xia Yang smiled slightly at Beili's fierce attack, his feet immediately staggered, and his body seemed to twist inadvertently, allowing Beili to attack her directly.

Seeing that Xia Yang was easily avoiding her offensive, Beili didn't care. After all, Xia Yang's profession was a fighter. If she couldn't avoid this attack, there was no need for Xia Yang to stand here. Beili turned her body and her right fist instantly hit Xia Yang's face again.

"This girl is too cruel. Don't you know if she's going to hit someone in the face?" The two consecutive attacks made Xia Yang extremely depressed. "It seems that if she doesn't teach her a lesson, she always feels that she's easy to bully. Hehe, then you're not polite." A hint of joke flashed in Xia Yang's eyes. He was originally facing Beili's figure, but he accelerated in an instant, but after sprinting for two steps, he suddenly turned around and turned his back to Beili! However, the sprinting figure did not stop, but quickly leaned towards Beili with his tilted back!

The change between these only happened in the blink of an eye. It was so fast that Lian Beili didn't react, and felt a powerful force reaching her arms. When she lowered her head and found that Xia Yang's head was smiling on her chest, Beili was embarrassed and angry, and she quickly wanted to pull back the attacking right hand to attack again. However, at this moment, a slender and white palm attacked from Beli's right hand, and grabbed Beli's right wrist with lightning speed, making Beli unable to move at all.

After capturing Beili's right wrist, Xia Yang followed the direction and sent forward with his right hand. Beili's entire right arm was driven forward. In this way, Beili's chest, which had been shaken by the recoil force, hit Xia Yang's head again. And this time, because Xia Yang's right hand was captured, it could not be opened at all. Her soft chest was tightly pressed against Xia Yang's head!

From inverted ankle strike to grasping the wrist and hitting the chest, Xia Yang used the ancient Chinese martial arts of the Eight Immortals. The first attack was the fifth style of the Eight Immortals, "Han Zhongli, Drunken Stepping and Holding the Altar to the Heart". It was just that Xia Yang used his head as a wine jar. The second attack was the seventh style of the Eight Immortals, "Han Xiangzi, Grasping the Wrist and Hitting the Chest and Drinking the Flute", but Xia Yang still shamelessly replaced the role of the Jade Flute hitting the chest with his head.

Feeling the squeeze brought by Beli's chest, Xia Yang couldn't help feeling relieved. Looking at Beli who was about to be crazy, he added another fire, rubbed his head against Beli's chest, and teased: "Auntie Beli, your arms are really fragrant."

"Ah! You damn hooligan, I'll kill you!" Beli's roar resounded throughout the square, making everyone in the square look here, and seeing such an ambiguous posture made Beli's face flushed.

Beili didn't expect that Xia Yang would be so shameless! He actually dared to eat his own tofu during a fight! Xia Yang saw that Beili had always been very popular and should have a very open personality, so he started a joke. How could he know that Beili would be so angry! But since the joke has been made, it is useless to regret it, let alone Xia Yang would regret it?
Chapter completed!