"No need to be so troublesome." Yi Hui took out a pair of iron guards from under his robe and put them on. "It will end soon."

There is no doubt that this pair of dark blue iron guards is Yichui's unique weapon, the Green Demon Hand.

"That's right, it will indeed end soon." Li Xiang nodded in agreement. "I'm recently studying a new percussion instrument... I'm wrong. I mean I'm recently studying a set of stick techniques, and I just don't have a personal experience to verify the power."

“Haha~”

Yi cried and sneered repeatedly, "Take out your stick."

This is what he said... Li Xiang shook his head, walked outside the tea shed to find a tree, broke down branches, removed the leaves and branches, waved it in his hand a few times and turned around and looked at Yi and cried, "It's time for you to go on the road."

Yi Hui looked at the wooden stick in Li Xiang's hand that was only about a foot long, and his face looked extremely ugly. "Do you look down on me? Such a short wooden stick is useless."

"A stick of more than one foot is already very long. No girl can stand it... I mean it's enough to deal with you."

Yi cried and clenched his fists, and the Green Demon hand also rattled, "It's too much to deceive others."

Li Xiang didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, so he only asked him the last sentence, "Where is Lin Xian'er?"

Yi cried suddenly and said, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Understood."

Li Xiang nodded, suddenly his figure flashed and appeared in front of Yi Hui.

He used a ghost step and almost teleportation to get close to the ground.

Yi cried in shock, subconsciously retreated, and raised her hands and grabbed Li Xiang's shoulders.

At the same time, Li Xiang also raised the wooden stick in his hand.

The Tianji Stick Technique is far from as complicated as imagined. The so-called Tianji Stick is actually the cigarette rod in the hands of the old man Tianji.

The biggest feature of his martial arts is that he condenses his extremely powerful skills on the stick and directly crushes it with a majestic momentum.

Although it is only one foot long, if you have accumulated decades of skill, no one can withstand a single stick.

Li Xiang got the stick technique, but he did not get the skills of the old man Tianji for decades.

He knocked on Yi's crying forehead with a stick, and the wooden stick immediately broke into two pieces.

Ignoring Yihui's iron gloves that were grabbing his shoulders, Li Xiang shook his head and threw away half of the wooden stick, "It's useless."

Yi cried and laughed proudly, "My green demon hands are tempered with the most poison in the world, you are dead."

"poison?"
Chapter completed!