C275 Han Xue's Talent
C275 Han Xue's Talent
"Hu... Hu... Twenty-fifth movement, so tiring!"
"Number, thirtieth movement, huff... I can't take it anymore, my body feels so hot!"
"Ye Yu, I feel like I'm on fire! Why is it so hot?"
"The thirty-fourth movement is about to be completed!"
Ye Yu looked at Han Xue's series of actions and was also stunned. But Han Xue was too terrifying! She was almost catching up to him!
Ye Yu even suspected that he had taught Han Xue fake broadcast gymnastics.
As expected, the woman he liked was not ordinary!
"Ah, I'm so tired! I'm finally done!"
Han Xue stood up straight and wiped her sweat. She asked Ye Yu, "Ye Yu, how did I do?"
Ye Yu nodded and praised, "Not bad, almost catching up to me!"
Han Xue was very happy when she heard that. Her small face was flushed. "Great! Looks like my talent in martial arts is not bad!"
Xing Meng and Yan Fengwu, who were standing at the side, rolled their eyes. Not bad? You are indeed not bad!
Drip!
A drop of rain fell onto the ground, shattering and splashing onto the ground.
Ye Yu looked up and saw that the dark clouds in the sky were getting heavier and heavier.
Drip!
Drip!
Raindrops fell one by one. First, they formed a string, and then they formed a line.
Hua!
The rain impatiently fell.
"Let's call it a day."
After Ye Yu finished speaking, he pulled Han Xue and ran out of Playground.
"Uncle Zhou, let's go!"
Han Xue patted her wet clothes and sat in the car. She said to Zhou Hao, who was sitting in the driver's seat.
Buzz!
Zhou Hao started the car and left the school in the rain.
Because there was a section that was on the way, Ye Yu drove the car and followed behind.
Sitting in the comfortable seat of the sports car and listening to the soft music, Ye Yu's brows gradually furrowed.
"Something is not right!"
Ye Yu had a feeling that someone was watching him.
"Wei Zhentian! Stop Han Xue and the others and stop them from moving forward! There's a problem!"
" Yes, Master! "
As soon as Wei Zhentian finished speaking, the sports car sped up and caught up with Zhou Hao, who was driving in front of them. The car turned around and stopped in front of them.
"Ye Yu, what's wrong?"
Han Xue rolled down the window and asked Ye Yu curiously.
Ye Yu looked at the dark night sky through the heavy rain and said softly, "A guest is here!"
Pata! Pata!
The wooden clogs stepped on the road, producing a clear sound.
A figure appeared in front of Ye Yu. His feet were stepping on the wooden clogs, and he wore a loose linen coat. A long saber was tied around his waist. The rain fell from the sky, but strangely, his clothes were not wet.
"Not bad! Your intuition surprised me!"
An aged voice sounded through the rain, carrying a proud tone.
"Who are you?"
Ye Yu got off the sports car and stared at the dangerous old man.
The man smiled and bowed slightly. "I, Uemura Tomoya, am here to ask you for something. "
"Upper village?" Ye Yu's eyes lit up. "Who is Uemura Yukio to you?"
Uemura Tomoya's eyes were cold, and his tone was cold, "He is my useless grandson!"
Ye Yu chuckled, "It seems like you are here for the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles as well?"
Bang! Bang!
Uemura Tomoya clapped his hands, and a dozen Martial Artists wrapped in black clothes surrounded him.
"You got it right. Unfortunately, this old man can't let you go!"
Swoosh! Swoosh!
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Black clothed warrior, who had surrounded them, drew out his long blade and reflected a piercing cold light in the rain.
Bang!
Han Xue suddenly opened the car door and stopped in front of Ye Yu, "You can't hurt Ye Yu!"
The driver, Zhou Hao, also pushed open the door and came down. He stared at Uemura Tomoya with a serious expression. "When water meets water, it will separate. The vital energy in your body is imperfect. You are a Class-six Core Embracing Stage Martial Artist!"