The Bamboo Garden.

In a forest by the lake.

The white sky, which had been sitting in a quiet place, suddenly burst out a terrible breath.

The breath, like substance, destroyed the bamboo around in an instant, and it was visible that the bamboo fell into countless fragments.

And within him, he was already barren, and he was destroyed in the soil.

The cat brother who drank tea in the distance suddenly bowed his body, and the hair on his back stood up, like a big enemy, shocked to see the direction in which Yan Qinghe was.

When it flew away and saw the destroyed bamboo forest, the cat's eyes could not help but stare.

There was an incredible look in the cat’s eyes.

In the middle of the ten feet, it seems to have been bombed by countless bombs...

At this time, the panda chewed the bamboo shoots while holding a bamboo shoots, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he also stared at his eyes.

Cat brother and panda look at me, I look at you.

...

At this time, the sky in the eyes of the sky is chaotic.

The old unknown years are gone, and the dead city of death is gone.

He and the other two looked at each other.

While he was about to see each other, he suddenly woke up and consciousness returned to the real world.

He opened his eyes and looked a little confused.

What is this?

Don’t you want to learn 13 punches?Why do you see so many things in the meantime?

Who is the dead man?

Who are the two people you meet in time?

And in that world, what happened...

His eyebrows wrinkled and found that the more he knew about the Evergreen Inn, the more inexplicable it would appear.

Is the inn really for the sake of giving life to the world?

At this time, he closed his eyes to think of that punch, which seemed to be the first punch in the "Thirteen Fist".

After the cat brother and the panda saw Yan Qingyue open their eyes, they closed their eyes again, slightly surprised, but did not bother.

Suddenly, a special breath of terror came from Yan Qinghe, instantly enveloped the whole bamboo forest, as if it came from ancient time and space, with a majestic breath that made the soul tremble.

The cat brother and the panda felt it and immediately trembled.

Moreover, they could not bear it at all, were crushed by the breath to lie on the ground and move, and their eyes had a look of fear.

The breath is getting more and more terrifying.

Blow up!

A sound of empty sound, the cat brother and the panda were pushed out by a strong to extreme wave, hit the bamboo outside.

When they were horrified, they struggled to get up and looked back, they saw a faint shadow that appeared behind Yan Qingqing.

The shadow is very tall, can not see the appearance and clothing, but can see the shadow of a person.

The shadow exudes a strong breath of eight deserts and six strong horizontal atmosphere, with a long and unique momentum, and it makes people's hearts tremble to produce a surrender.

At this time, Yan Qingyan suddenly opened his eyes, and the breath he emitted on his body seemed to make the wind rise, and the whole bamboo forest was covered by a breath of terror.

Oh, and huh-

The bamboo around him kept breaking open, and the bamboo leaves fell into powder.

The shadow behind him exuded the terror of swallowing eight deserts.

Then, the face of the sky was pounded, and the shadow behind it was also a fist.

The Rumble –

Suddenly, the whole bamboo forest exploded and everything was destroyed.

A strong wave to the extreme, with the center of the face of the sky to spread around, overturning a layer of mud, horror to the extreme.

The cat brother and the panda felt that they seemed to be torn apart by a force that was strong to the extreme, and their hearts could not produce a little resistance.

After they were turned over, they trembled on the ground.

A look at the ancient momentum, also raging the whole lake, into a piece of edge, cut around the willows or stones.

At this time, Yan Qinghua suddenly woke up and stared at his eyes, and he could not believe it.

Has the garden been bombed?

He looked at his fist, and he was just the first punch in the "Thirteen Fist".

This power is too terrible, this is simply a level of destruction.

He is inconceivable, just a punch, why would it cause dozens of squares to be bombarded with countless bombs?

He was stunned.

In the distance, the cat brother and the panda are equally stunned.

At this time, he fell down twice, as if the punch had just been pumped out all his strength.

The energy he stored was all consumed.

"These thirteen punches, the first punch is so terrible, the last punch, can't it destroy the world?"

He was shocked to think that his whole body was sore, and it seemed that the soul was affected.

Not right!

He remembered the terrible figure, as if the first punch could destroy the world.

Such a terrible boxing method, it has a "thirteen boxing" name?The choir doesn’t know what to say.

However, I don't know why, he suddenly felt something wrong, as if the "thirteen fist" appeared too fast, it seems to be a little hasty.

If according to the previous process, this will appear at least later in the recursive.

“When it was on the mountain...”

He looked at the twelve gray mist around him.

Is it your own identity, has been the owner of the black knife in his hand to know?Want to speed up his growth?

After all, the black needle flew straight from the illusory darkness to the present to shoot him.

But what is your identity?

What is your own identity?

Why don’t you know yourself?

At this time, several figures appeared not far away, and they stared around and were shocked by the scene in front of them.

“The war?”

After the horse returned to God, he was shocked to look at the airway.

Yan Qinghua heard the words and saw the Malay, white-speaking fools and white rain three people, slightly surprised.

“Mr. Yan, what happened?”After returning to God, I was very curious and asked, this is like being bombed by countless bombs.

"In practice, I can't hold it for a while."

Yan Qingyang tried to stand up, but the spirit was weak and holding up.

The Malays, the white-smellings and the white rain looked at each other, and their eyes were full of shock, and they believed what Mr. Yan said.

It’s just that power, it’s too scary.

One punch blows out, dozens of inches of grass are not born?This power, they have not seen, but it is a smell, after all, the magic of the long-life inn is far beyond the sight...

At this time, Yan Qingyang did not have any intention to chat with them, directly said that he needed to rest and send guests, and then returned to the Changsheng Inn to replenish energy.

That punch was too heavy to make his body eat.

“The bone seems to have broken...”

The sky feels pain, which is the price of that punch.

Moreover, he felt that he had not made any use of the real power of the first punch of the "Thirteen Fist"...

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