Zhang Yi left the Time Club and went to the training ground to take a look.

After arriving at the training ground, I happened to see Qian Wu and the others running around the spacious grassland.

They were all shirtless, their muscles were full of explosiveness, giving people a strange visual impact.

Tong Xiaoyao sat on a chair and looked extremely lazy, and yawned a few times from time to time.

"I'll go! This little girl really knows how to enjoy it?"

Zhang Yi was so surprised that he almost fell to the ground.

There was also a table next to her, with not only drinks, but also grapes on it.

While eating grapes, the little Loli stared at Qian Wu and the others running on the field.

Zhang Yi felt a little annoyed and walked over quietly.

Tong Xiaoyao had sharp eyes and soon noticed his arrival, and jumped up from the chair in shock.

"Brother Yi, why are you here?"

Tong Xiaoyao laughed, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Zhang Yi didn't say anything, and looked at Qian Wu and the others running on the field.

"Brother Yi, I have taught them martial arts according to your requirements. They are progressing very quickly. I believe that within half a month, they will become independent masters!"

Tong Xiaoyao sat down again, holding his cute face and looking at Zhang Yi's back.

Zhang Yi turned around and said to her, "It's very good. It seems that their progress is really rapid!"

"Brother Yi, the breathing you taught me is also very good!"

Tong Xiaoyao danced his little hands happily and said with a smile: "In time, my internal strength will definitely be deeper. Then I will no longer be afraid of that stinky girl!"

Zhang Yi pulled the corner of his mouth, which hurt a little. He really didn't know if his decision was correct.

But it’s a pity that even if you give Tong Xiaoyao a few more years of practice, it’s probably difficult to defeat Mo Shuining.

The little ancestor Mo Shuining has a hundred years of skills and rarely uses all his strength. Once he uses all his strength, he doesn't know how terrifying the power is! "Brother Yi, I'm very bored recently. Can you let me play a few times

Oh my God?"

Tong Xiaoyao looked at him pitifully.

If it weren't for the sake of Taoist internal strength, she wouldn't want to stay in this bad place.

"Not yet. What you promised me at the beginning is that you can leave as long as you teach them for half a month!"

Zhang Yi had a straight face.

When Tong Xiaoyao heard this, he pouted his mouth and looked reluctant.

"Brother Yi, you are here!"

At this moment, Qian Wu came over with the bodyguards.

"Did I let you stop?"

Tong Xiaoyao glared at them with his eyes, raised his little pink fist and threatened: "Run fifty laps for me. If I can't finish running, I will practice with you!"

Qian Wu and the others were so scared that they shrank their necks and continued running with miserable faces.

"Hehe, do you think I have that kind of majesty?"

Tong Xiaoyao smiled.

Zhang Yi pulled the corner of his mouth and took a faint breath of cigarette.

Looking at Qian Wu and the others' depressed look, they must have been trained a lot during this period.

Rather than practicing, it is better to say that this little loli is treated as a sandbag... Zhang Yi stayed in the training ground for another hour, and during this time he taught Qian Wu to practice the Dragon-Starting Sword Technique.

Now that time is tight, Qian Wu's cultivation must be improved in these two days! Qian Wu's progress is also very fast, especially with the Duanfeng Sword, the sword technique he used is quite powerful.

"Brother Yi, where did you come from your Duanfeng Sword?"

Tong Xiaoyao asked curiously.

As far as she knows, this Duanfeng Sword is a mountain-stopping sword of the Tianshan Sect. It is extremely sharp and cuts iron like mud.

But why is the Tianshan Sect’s mountain-storming sword in Brother Yi’s hands?

"This is my loot!"

Zhang Yi smiled mysteriously and said nothing, leaving the training ground directly.

Last time, the Tianshan Sect not only lost a Duanfeng Sword, but even their great elders died. It seems that the Tianshan Sect will not give up.

Zhang Yi wandered on the street, sighing deeply.

Now he has established too many enemies, and I don’t know when they will jump out to cause trouble for him.

A handsome person is easy to provoke enemies.

Zhang Yi comforted himself narcissisticly.

But at this moment, two vans whizzed past him.

The car body threw a perfect flowing flow and stopped in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen cold-faced young men emerged from the van one after another.

These young men were holding weapons such as iron sticks and came up with a arrogant look on their faces.

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that these young people came from were not kind.

These young men are just gangsters nearby and they will not pose any threat to him at all.

"Boy, are you Zhang Yi?"

The young man dispersed, and an arrogant man with a cigarette in his mouth walked out.

The man's face was gloomy and had a hideous scar on his face, and he looked fierce and evil.

If a child sees the scary face of this young man, he will definitely be scared and screamed at his mother.

Zhang Yi sprayed a mouthful of smoke from his mouth and asked indifferently: "Who are you?

Who sent you here?"

"It's right that you are. Brothers, come on me and break his legs!"

Scar young man waved his hand.

The young men could no longer hold back and waved the iron rod in their hands and rushed forward with a scream.

Zhang Yi's eyes turned cold, he sideways and avoided one of the young men's iron sticks, and said coldly: "Who sent you?"

"Boy, don't ask so much, you should take care of yourself!"

The scarred young man hugged his arms and looked at him indifferently.

Huh! Suddenly, several iron rods waved towards his legs.

Before the iron rod arrived, the wind brought by the force had already hit.

Zhang Yi was instantly angry, and he didn't hide or avoid, allowing the iron rod to hit his legs.

Dangdang... The iron rod hit his legs, splashing a few sporadic sparks.

Damn! What legs are these?

Is the iron legs not enough?

Will sparks splash?

Seeing this scene, the young gangsters retreated one after another and gave up their plans to beat him.

The scarred young man was so shocked that his cigarette almost fell to the ground, and his face became dull.

All the young men looked at me, and I looked at you, and they didn't dare to step forward without authorization.

"Aren't you going to waste my legs?

Come on, I'll stand here and not fight back."

A joke appeared on the corner of Zhang Yi's mouth.

"Big...Big Brother, what should I do?"

One of the young men asked tremblingly.

They all saw the previous scene.

What kind of monster is this man?

It's okay to hit his leg with an iron rod?

The scarred young man gradually came to his senses, pulled out an iron rod from his waist, and threw away the cigarette: "Get out of the way! Let me do it!"

While talking, the scarred young man rushed to Zhang Yi.

He raised the iron rod in his hand and waved it mercilessly... Zhang Yi still looked at them jokingly, standing still motionless.

Dang! The iron rod hit Zhang Yi's leg, splashing sparks.

Damn! The scarred young man's pupils shrank, and his hands holding the iron stick were numb.

Mom! These are just pairs of iron legs! But soon, the scarred young man was a little unbelievable and continued to raise the iron stick and hit it.

Dangdangdangdang... The scarred young man fought in a constant stream and sweated heavily.

Soon, the scarred youth was exhausted and panting and no longer energetic.

"Fight, keep fighting!"

Zhang Yi looked at the scar young man jokingly.

The scar young man was instantly angry. Since your legs are so hard, I don’t believe that your head is just as hard as it is?
Chapter completed!