When Ye Jingxuan saw Jiang Xiaolang fall to the ground, his heart pounded, and he quickly stepped forward and asked, "Xiao Lang, how are you?"

Jiang Xiaolang waved his hand: "I'm fine!"

He stared at Zhang Yun, his little mouth curled up with a hint of evil. This was the first time he had fought with someone after gaining internal strength a few months ago.

Fortunately, this opponent is very strong, so he can practice his skills. His fathers are not here, so this opportunity is rare!

Therefore, he took a breath, jumped up again, and rushed towards Zhang Yun.

This time, instead of using his head, he kicked Zhang Yun hard on the chest with both feet.

Zhang Yun didn't dare to underestimate this naughty kid anymore, but he still used one hand to block Jiang Xiaolang's feet.

Only the afterimages of his palms and Jiang Xiaolang's feet were seen mixed together.

Bang bang bang...

The hand speed and foot speed were so fast that it was dazzling, leaving Ye Jingxuan and Zhang Yun's men dumbfounded.

Only then did they realize that they had a deep misunderstanding of Jiang Xiaolang!

Isn't this kid a martial arts master? Zhang Yun's team members thought.

Ye Jingxuan is relatively calm. After all, Jiang Xiaolang always surprises him, so he is somewhat used to it.

Only Qiao Tianyu's face was tense, paying attention to the movements of the two people, always preparing for rescue.

At this moment, Zhang Yun grabbed one of Jiang Xiaolang's ankles and threw him out.

Jiang Xiaolang shouted in mid-air: "Auntie!"

"Yes!" Qiao Tianyu agreed, ran two steps, stood in front of Jiang Xiaolang, and stretched out a hand.

Jiang Xiaolang held up Qiao Tianyu's hand in mid-air, and drew a circle around Qiao Tianyu with his small body, slowing down his forward momentum, turning around and rushing towards Zhang Yun again.

His movements were done in one go, flowing smoothly, and even Zhang Yun was stunned.

He felt that if it were him, he wouldn't be able to move as smoothly as he did.

Jiang Xiaolang still used his feet to kick Zhang Yun's chest.

Just when Zhang Yun reached out to block, Qiao Tianyu suddenly came to his side and shouted: "Zhang Yun! Look at me!"

Zhang Yun was startled, not knowing what this beautiful girl was going to do.

He still looked at her out of the corner of his eye, but the next second, he felt as if his gaze was stuck on something and he couldn't move it back.

It was his moment of daze that allowed Jiang Xiaolang to seize the opportunity.

He kicked Zhang Yun's hand away, jumped forward, put one hand on Zhang Yun's shoulder, and flew up and down with the other hand. After a moment, he turned over and jumped back, like a flying leaf, steady and steady.

Standing steadily one or two meters in front of Zhang Yun.

He was panting violently, his small chest was heaving violently, his delicate little face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Although he is not afraid of Zhang Yun, it is impossible to really defeat him. Moreover, he is still a child after all and lacks strength. Therefore, he can only opportunistically.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

The team members looked at Zhang Yun in surprise, seeing him standing on the ground blankly, squinting at Qiao Tianyu, unable to turn his neck back, and his other hand was still making striking movements.

Zhang Yun was also a little confused. He didn't even know why he couldn't move.

But the mouth can still move.

He was shocked again and asked Jiang Xiaolang: "What did you do to me? How could I do this?"

He just felt a little tingling in his neck and head, and then his whole body became stiff.

If his men could examine carefully, they would find that there were silver needles inserted into his head, neck and shoulders, sealing his acupuncture points. As a result, Zhang Yun was like a wooden stake, with a pestle

There.


Chapter completed!