Chapter 1078 You explain to her

Yang Yiyi lacks experience in the world of martial arts. To put it bluntly, she is actually short-sighted.

There is no way, people are too straight like this.

When she saw the bandit leader kneeling down and begging for mercy, she didn't even think about guarding against a sneak attack.

Reluctantly taking two steps back, the numbness on her face had spread quickly, and Yang Yiyi felt that her fingers were becoming a little unruly.

"Hahaha! The little baby is still too young!"

The bandit leader coughed twice, laughed and stood up.

"The poison I made specially tastes unpleasant. It's okay to eat it, but it will seal your throat when it's bloody. It's worth it that I hide it under my tongue day and night, just to deal with fools like you who claim to be gentlemen! "

Yang Yiyi felt her vision begin to spin. Even though she had eaten Snow Haad Pill and was resistant to toxins. Coupled with the Ultimate Vajra Kung Fu and her super strong physique, most poisons had no obvious effect on her.

But the poison specially prepared by the bandit leader seemed a bit too strong.

In fact, this means that Yang Yiyi can withstand it only if she has resistance. If it were Wu Shaoyi, he would be a dead person now.

The super strong physique and the Snow Haad Pill made the toxin spread much slower, and the extremely fast effect became a relatively slow release. But this slowness was really relative, and Yang Yiyi felt that her whole body was starting to feel numb.

The bandit leader looked around, picked up the steel mace that he had thrown away before, and waved it.

This thing is much heavier than the Yanling knife, but it is enough for temporary use.

Yang Yiyi was slowly paralyzed by the poison. The bandit leader was hit by Yang Yiyi's Fiery Sun Palm and did not die suddenly on the spot. It can only be said that his internal strength was not weak, but he could not raise his internal strength now.

Seeing that Yang Yiyi did not die on the spot, the bandit leader was also very surprised, but he must not keep this child. If he kept her alive and chased him in the future, it would be very bad.

That's why the bandit leader picked up Yang Yiyi's mace and planned to come up and hit him.

"It's just your fault for being so self-righteous!"

After exerting enough strength, he smashed down the two steel maces. Even without any internal force, it was enough to make a person's head explode.

But is Yang Yiyi someone who gives up so easily?

She saw the right moment and used all her strength to push forward.

Although Yang Yiyi has learned many magical skills, the one she uses best is the Tietou Kung Fu she first learned.

The steel mace hit her head, just like hitting a solid metal block. Instead, it made the bandit leader's hands sore and numb, and Yang Yiyi's forehead moved towards the bandit unabated. The leader's heart was pressed.

But after all, the influence of the toxin was too great, and Yang Yiyi's movements were slower. The bandit leader was not as naive as Yang Yiyi.

Before Yang Yiyi's head even touched the person, she was sideways dodged, and finally she hit a wall not far behind with a powerful blow, making a muffled thud.

"I've long heard that tigress Yang Yiyi has an iron head skill, and today I saw it and it is indeed well-deserved, but I don't believe that your neck can be as hard as your head!"

The bandit leader held the mace tightly, and the numbness in his hand was much relieved. He turned over and used the mace as a gun, and stabbed Yang Yiyi's neck with one end.

The heavy steel mace was enough to cause a heavy blow to the trachea, even enough to break the neck bone. Yang Yiyi had used up her last strength and could not stand firmly now.

However, just before it was about to hit, a blue light stopped the mace with a snap.

This scene shocked the bandit leader and he quickly took two steps back.

Immediately afterwards, there was a man's voice on Yang Yiyi:

"I just went to eat grilled fish. Why are you so virtuous when I come back?"

"Who! Dare to act like a ghost here!"

The bandit leader thought there was a master lurking nearby and spoke through a thousand-mile sound transmission.

But Li Chengqi ignored him at all:

"Drink this"

Yang Yiyi suddenly had a small bottle in hand, which was a potion for delaying the onset of poison.

But now Yang Yiyi had almost lost the strength to pull out the cork. Li Chengqi had no choice but to reach in and pick up the potion bottle, pull out the cork and pour it into Yang Yiyi's mouth.

In the eyes of the bandit leader, this scene was like a small bottle suddenly flying into the air. He pulled out the stopper and poured the potion into Yang Yiyi's mouth, which made his scalp numb.

If there really was an expert lurking nearby, his ability to pick up objects from the air would probably be as good as that of a god.

No, I have to get out of the way quickly!

The bandit leader didn't care about finishing the last hit, and without saying a word, he quickly used his last bit of internal energy to activate Qinggong, and jumped to escape.

However, as soon as he jumped up, he saw a blue light appear above his head, like a slap, and slammed him back to the ground.

"You dare to bully our Yiyi and want to leave now? You are thinking too beautifully."

The bandit leader was horrified, but he rolled his eyes, clasped his fists around and said:

"Since your Excellency is hiding from the side, you should have seen the before and after of this incident. I originally wanted to make it as good as possible, but this little kid... this Miss Yang refused to allow it. She only fought like this with her fists and kicks blindly. Senior, please be careful. ”

He seemed to regard Li Chengqi as a great master. The bandit leader would never have imagined that Li Chengqi was already preparing for the coming of the saint. The icons were all clicked and he just had to click OK.

This is better than any great master.

Li Chengqi rarely spoke in front of outsiders, especially people he didn't know or familiar with. On the other hand, most of the time, anyone who heard Li Chengqi speak was either Yang Yiyi's friend or a dead person.

If you don't die now, you will die soon.

However, Li Chengxi did not click on it, and said to the microphone:

"Mingcha? No, no, no, it's useless for you to explain to me, so explain it to another person."

Another person?

The bandit leader was stunned when he heard this, and then he saw a figure flashing past him like a ghost.

The body movements used by normal people to flash past in front of him are all traceable, but this person is just like a ghost, even moving horizontally in front of him.

The bandit leader thought that Li Chengxi had taken action, and he was sweating profusely on the spot. He turned around to look at the figure that flashed past, but he only saw the shadow instantly submerged in the wind and sand.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead. The strong sense of crisis made the bandit leader feel like a frog being stared at by a snake. This cold chill made all the hairs on his neck stand up.

"Who is it! Who is there!"

The bandit leader could not catch the figure at all. It was really like a ghost. You can see the outline but not the person.

Perhaps it was fear or the last desire to survive, the bandit leader roared and smashed the steel mace towards the place where the figure disappeared.

At this moment, the wind and sand broke through in an instant, and a pair of white palms came through the wind and sand, hitting the bandit leader's hands holding the steel mace.

The crisp sound of fractures sounded almost at the same time, and the bandit leader's fingers burst like fried sausages, and his arms turned into a folded style, as if they were as fragile as two toothpicks that could be easily broken.

The bandit leader was quite knowledgeable, and he exclaimed in pain:

"Mayfly Magic?! You are the cold-faced King of Hell!"

This is why Li Chengxi didn't let the saint descend, after all, Ning Xian'er had come, so the matter was over.