Chapter 1382 The Attack Rebounds, Residents of Tianjie

"All the attacks bounced back on me, and I can't attack others at all..."

Yang Qingxuan spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood, his face was full of horror, and he couldn't believe it, but he had to believe everything in front of him.

The other eight people were also dumbfounded, all standing on the street, a little at a loss.

Yang Qingxuan suppressed his internal injury, clasped his fists to the old man selling candied haws and said, "Big... old man, what is this place, what happened just now?"

He originally wanted to call him a lord, but the old man in front of him really didn't have any fluctuations in the force, he was just an ordinary mortal, he checked it with his piercing eyes, and it was absolutely true, so the word "my lord" came to him again. Swallowed it down and changed it to "old man".

"I don't even know where this place is, how did you get in here?" the yellow-haired boy said in a childish voice.

Yang Qingxuan pointed to the sky above, the huge phantom of the wormhole was still dormant in the sky, looming.

Butcher Zhang looked up and said, "Piaomiao Xinggong is the only one who can create such a huge space wormhole leading to this place. Are you all disciples of Xinggong?"

Yang Wuxin was the first to say: "I am disciples of Xinggong, we are the top ten masters of martial arts in the sky, and we were sent here to rest."

"A discussion of martial arts in the sky?"

Several people around have strange expressions.

The people in some nearby shops also poked their heads out when they heard the words "Kung Qiong Lun Wu", but they only glanced at it, then retracted their heads to go about their own business.

The old man selling candied haws murmured, "Putting the resting place in Tianjie, is the emperor out of his mind? Has he considered our feelings?" Obviously extremely dissatisfied.

Several other people also muttered and complained.

Yang Wuxin was furious when he heard the words, and said: "Heavenly Street was built by the first generation of Human Emperors. Speaking of which, it has been passed down from the same line as the Star Palace. Isn't it normal to use this place as a resting place for martial arts? Besides, the Human Emperor is my father. He is also the master of this star field in the sky, so he can let it go wherever he wants!"

"Fuck, you're still the master of the sky star field. Even if your father is the emperor, you are not the emperor. Why are you hanging? The emperor has a son like you, which shows that he is not very good." The old man who sold candied haws With an angry snort, he picked up the stick in his hand and hit it.

Yang Wuxin sneered, and with a slap of his hands, he was about to send the old man flying.

He also saw it clearly, the old man didn't have any fluctuations in his true energy, so he could be sure that he was a mortal.

But as soon as Yang Wuxin's palm hit the air, he flipped onto his body with a "bang", and spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?!"

Yang Wuxin went crazy.

But seeing the old man's stick falling down in a daze, it hit his head with a "bang", and then hit him several more times with a "bang, bang, bang".

Although the knock was not heavy, but with Yang Wuxin's identity and character, it was like hitting him in the face, how could he bear this kind of insult, he roared and punched him again.

It's just that this time he was more careful, and didn't use much force on his fist, and sure enough, there was another "bang", the fist returned to him, and he was blown away.

Yang Wuxin got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was uglier than a pig's liver, and roared angrily: "What the hell is going on in this place?!"

No one answered him, and others wanted to know too.

At this point, everyone knows that if you shoot at the opponent in this Tianjie, it will definitely bounce back and hit you intact.

Zhong Jie suddenly frowned and said, "If you hit someone else, it will bounce back on yourself. What if you hit yourself?"

The old man selling candied haws said: "You are really talented if you can think of this. You can try it."

Zhong Jie swung his palm, and hit his chest with a "bang", and hit his chest firmly with his palm, which made him breathless and coughed again and again.

"Haha." Zhong Jie's behavior immediately caused the residents to laugh together.

Zhong Jie's expression turned ugly.

No wonder the people from Xinggong sent them here with such peace of mind, they were not worried about them fighting each other at all, it turned out that this was the case in Tianjie.

But the nine people soon discovered the problem, why didn't the old man get back when he beat Yang Wuxin? But to fight down in a down-to-earth manner?

Yang Qingxuan clasped his fists and said, "My lord, what is going on with this 'Sky Street'? I hope you can tell me a thing or two."

The old man who sells candied haws looked at Yang Qingxuan a few times, and said in a hey voice: "You are not bad, but I am not interested in talking about it, old man, let's go."

As he spoke, he carried the stick with candied haws on his shoulders, and walked away humming.

"Hey, there's nothing to look at. They're all ugly men. They're gone." The prostitute waved a handkerchief, twisted her waist, and walked away.

All ten people lowered their faces, and they had the same thoughts in their hearts, "Ugly woman, you still call me ugly? Blind woman, brainless, ugly people do more tricks!"

At this moment, Butcher Zhang's wife walked around Lan Ningxu a few times, frowning deeply, and said, "You are...you are...wrong..."

Lan Ningxu smiled lightly, but didn't speak.

Butcher Zhang was full of anger. He grabbed his wife's arm and pulled it into the store, cursing angrily: "You shameless, you actually look around the little boy!"

"How can I look at the little boy, you let go, let go!"

Zhang Butcher's wife resisted desperately, and the two tugged and wrestled, and entered the shop, their voices getting smaller and smaller.

The young man carrying the birdcage, the old woman selling chestnuts, and others all left too.

Soon, the street became deserted, there were only ten people left, and the yellow-haired toddler also skipped and walked away.

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly chased after him and said, "Don't go, kid, talk to uncle." After catching up, he grabbed the young boy.

"I don't want to talk!" The yellow-haired boy struggled desperately.

Yang Qingxuan took out some small objects, and said seductively, "Be good, kid, talk to uncle, these toys are yours."

The yellow-haired boy said: "I don't play with toys, I want to eat delicious food."

Yang Qingxuan said: "Delicious? Candy? Uncle doesn't have candy on him."

The young boy pointed at him and said: "I don't eat candy, I want to eat Dao Wen Dan. I smell Dao Wen Dan on your body, and it is a perfect Dao Wen Dan. I really want to eat it."

As he said that, the child's halazi flowed down, his face full of longing.

Yang Qingxuan was startled, with black lines on his face, and said: "I can't give you that thing, it's too precious, and uncle doesn't have many of them."

The young boy snorted, turned around and left, muttering: "If you don't give Daowen Dan, you still want to give up information for nothing. It's easy to deceive me when I'm a three-year-old child, right?"

Said, bouncing around, and soon disappeared in front of the street.

Yang Qingxuan: "..."

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