After the holiday, life was relatively calm for the whole month. Except for Liu Lianyue who would nag and ask people anxiously when they would come here every day, there were only small episodes of being teased by Liang Wuxuan at school.

And for some reason, Liang Wuxuan likes to do some strange things to Yang Xiaoyou secretly when Liu Lianyue is also present. Every time she seems to be quite excited.

It made Yang Xiaoyou feel a little painful and happy.

The Kui, who was born in Zhao Chen, also clearly felt a sense of depression and gloom during this period. It had actually affected his usual disguise. It is conceivable that the pressure he was under at this time.

There is no doubt that under the pressure of external forces, his passive improvement speed is quite fast, and he already has a bit of the style in memory. Sometimes some layouts and arrangements make Yang Xiaoyou feel quite moved. People like them do not have their own hardware equipment, but they can suppress themselves to a certain extent. It is really unacceptable. If there is no special variation in their thinking mode, they will indeed be a few streets behind them.

However, no matter how strong Zhao Chen's wrist is, facing the straightforward special battle with a strong man of insufficient level, he is exhausted from dealing with it. Now he can barely maintain the status quo, but he uses his own control ability to forcibly mobilize the most grassroots mass warriors to form a deterrent.

They forced their headquarters not to force it too much, but in the face of the use of boiling frogs in warm water, they were constantly being consumed. It is obvious that the style of the party headquarters in the same hall has undergone great changes recently. There is an extremely outstanding leader behind the scenes making arrangements and layouts. Although their ideas are not as innovative as young people like Zhao Chen and dare to take strange routes, they are experienced enough, just like the difference between Mo Wenfu and Feiya.

In this case, coupled with the advantage of strength, our headquarters' erosion is getting faster and faster...

At the same time, due to the stimulation of the dream butterfly, Yang Xiaoyou's own cellular characteristics can ensure that he will not decline due to reduced exercise, so his current focus is also very large on the mental aspect.

I want to make my own state match the physical body, rather than the previous ones I want to make my physical body reach its limit and then temper my spirit.

I made the helpless choice in the past because I am unclear about the prospect of exercising my spirit alone. After all, the strongest thing in my memory is that I am as powerful as a human figure.

In Fengji's words, is this the solution?

Even if I was at the peak of my memory, I simply used ** to nurture my spiritual realm and my spiritual realm was still inferior to the Dream Butterfly Master's personality, which has not yet grown to the strongest posture, let alone the completely unpredictable personality.

Since that's the case, he is naturally ready to bloom in multiple aspects now.

This is exactly in line with the life he needs to rest in, and it is completely complementary, so as to avoid not stepping on the bugs on the road like before, and helping the old lady cross the road every day.

With the skills of stealing mentors when taking care of Mengdie during the summer vacation, it is only enough for him to digest for a long time...

But some of the negative effects of this are that when I go to the Monsoon Shrine to practice every day, I feel dissatisfied with this little girl Feng Lin.

As for why this feeling is...

Yang Xiaoyou only remembered that when Feng Lin used the first weekend of school to use the skills taught by Mengdie with the help of the environment, he just said lightly, "Is it she taught you?"

Although her tone was very plain, she didn't say who she was. She didn't say anything else after that, but Yang Xiaoyou obviously felt that she had been staring at her for more time.

And the occasional competition in daily life has become more serious...

Next to a clear stream, the greenness of midsummer makes the surroundings full of vitality, and the tinging sound of the stream brings a wonderful melody.

It was in this area that there were two figures interspersing at high speed.

His eyes were indifferent, and his whole body emitted a breath like the god of death. The figure that seemed to have mastered the lives of all things around him and ruled everything here was Yang Xiaoyou!

At this time, the aura emitted from his body was obviously the aura after the fusion of momentum, just like the god king ruled by the gods, looking down at all things in the world!

But at this moment, there was an incompatible figure in front of him, like a reef in the sea that was blown by the wind and waves, but the sword was still in a steadily figure, windy...

It is completely different from the previous exchanges. This time, Feng Lin's long sword has already left the sheath. The seemingly simple blade, when a fallen leaf falls, easily divided it into two pieces by relying on the power of the fallen leaf.

What is rare is that at this time, Feng Lin's eyes rarely appeared solemnity, and he seemed to feel pressured.

Because of a scratch on Yang Xiaoyou's sleeve and a crack on the ground under Feng Lin's feet, the two of them had obviously had a fight for a round, and they separated without taking much advantage of each other.

"Hmph~" The scratches on the clothes on the shoulder seemed to make Yang Xiaoyou feel a serious provocation at this time. He snorted coldly and then took a step forward.

In the process of accelerating forward in this instant, his figure burned like black flames and dissipated in the direction of his progress.

Just as his figure dissipated!

The air in the entire space seemed to solidify!

A heavy sense of oppression appeared, and the nearby vegetation floated without wind and seemed to be under great pressure!

The aura that was like the gods of heaven, ruled all things in the world and dominated everything, instantly increased by a factor of magnitude, countless times stronger than the pressure he showed up!

It seems that because of the provocation of the reefs in the sea, a tsunami was condensed to smooth it out!

Faced with the sudden pressure, Feng Lin did not hesitate at all, and his steps turned lightly. His beautiful dance steps brought out a gorgeous and dreamy sword, locking in the empty space and slashing past.

The sword seemed to drain the air around it, and produced a huge suction force. Under the guidance of a certain force, there was a will to cut off life and death and penetrate the cycle of reincarnation.

It was under this sword that the originally empty direction was condensed from the illusion flame that appeared out of thin air, and then gently tapped the side of the sword blade and fired it.

‘Ding～’

The ethereal sound seemed to have been forbidden for a moment, and all the vegetation subsided!

The time of stillness seems to be just a moment, and it seems to be eternal.

After using the power of this attack, Yang Xiaoyou's figure, which appeared with the illusion flame, flipped upside down from above and bypassed the sword that cut off life and death.

However, the moment he soared into the air, his body seemed to have a stiff pause, as if he suddenly became weak, and seemed extremely synaptic.

Then a faster black shadow crashed into his arms in a "swish" and knocked him away like a slim fluffy.

Then Feng Lin grabbed the end of the black shadow with his backhand, turned it lightly and unloaded the force into the ground, and pulled it back. It was her own sword sheath.

With a 'choking' sound, the blade was inserted into the sheath when the force was rotated and removed. The whole movement looked extremely natural in one go, and there was a sense of aesthetics in the painting environment.

The ground seemed to be slumped downwards as if it were collapsed due to the powerful force of interaction, and cracks like spider webs appeared around the edge!

The power contained in the dull finger mixed with the dominant will is so terrifying!

"Puff~, vomit~, cough cough~ me, my breakfast, gum~..." Yang Xiaoyou, who covered her stomach and half-kneeled on the ground, seemed to want to vomit, closed her mouth and raised her hand to cover her eyes. Her eyes were almost protruding. After a long time, she seemed to feel uncomfortable in her suffocation. After a while, she swallowed it back, and then she coughed a lot.

At this time, the starting aura on his body had completely subsided, and it seemed to have become what he usually looks like.

Looking from the fingers that were lifting up and covering their hands, you could see the fingers that were pressing the sword blade while raising their hands, and several blood marks appeared on the fingers themselves due to external pressure.

It was his special pair of wrist guards who seemed to use special force techniques to share the pressure.

Feng Lin, who was retracting the sheath, also walked over at this time, and said lightly in his mouth, "Eleven Seconds."

Although her tone was very calm, judging from the fluctuations in her eyes, it also means that she was not calm inside. When Yang Xiaoyou emitted that fusion aura, even she felt a lot of pressure. If it hadn't seemed that the time had been spent, it would be hard to say whether the last blow could be effective...

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Wiping tears, I finally came out. I wish you all a happy New Year and all the best.
Chapter completed!