Chapter 482: Please give me a face

Chapter 482
Hearing Ye You's words, Hei Zhen grinned and squeezed his fists and stepped out in the church hall.
Yanfeng Qili tightened her muscles at this moment, and her cruelly tempered body can precisely control every muscle without letting her strength be wasted in excess.
The white-haired woman came with a frantic aura, causing Yanfeng Qili's pupils to shrink.
Who is that?
magician?
No, not at all.
As a first-rate surrogate for the church, Yanfeng Qili has handled more than a dozen "heretical" magicians, and they believe that they know something about magicians.
This woman exudes a completely different taste from the magician.
Paranoid, arrogant, like a blazing fire.
Just taking a step forward gave Yanfeng Qili a great sense of oppression, as if she would be burnt to ashes as long as she approached.
Yanfeng Qili stepped back subconsciously, with both hands in a defensive posture of Baji collapse.
"You attacked the clergy in the sanctuary of the Templar Church. You want to be with the whole..."
"Ha—isn’t that better?"
Hei Zhen laughed and dashed forward. Like a wandering black lightning, she broke through the defenses of Yanfeng Qili's hands, rushed into the priest's open chest, and then stayed on her waist. The charged right fist flew into the air like a black dragon, and slammed it towards Yanfeng Qili's chin.
"Hao You-Root!"
Hei Zhen yelled cheerfully.
Yanfeng Qili leaned back and flew up.
At the moment he hasn't landed, Hei Zhen's body is facing backwards, pressing all of his weight on the receding right leg, like a cheetah ready to go, arching his body, the soles of his feet violently rotate and bring his body spiral. Jumped up, stretched out the slender thighs, spinning like a top,
"—Gaga Brugen!"
Bang, bang, bang, like a child accidentally poking his hand into a running electric fan, Yanfeng Qili's face was kicked violently by Heizhen's heel.
Standing at the door, Ye You couldn't help smiling when he saw Hei Zhen's familiar moves.
"It seems that even if Gabriel's aperture has caused an unpredictable change in Heizhen's spiritual foundation, she still has an innate aversion to churches and the like."
Speaking of it, the temple churches in Xingyue World do not believe in Christ.
But this has nothing to do with Ye You.
Heizhen sets ten consecutive times, and Yanfeng Qili has no strength to fight back.
With the last side kick, with a bang, Yanfeng Qili flew out, smashing the entire arrangement of benches in the church along the way.
"Ah, it's comfortable."
Whether it was being pressed by that white guy or the gloom that Street Fighter could not win last night, it was released.
The movement of the church hall shocked Yan Feng Lizheng. When he came out of the living room, he saw his son being hung and beaten and his eyes widened.
The old priest knew that his son was the kind of man who would constantly seek trials to strengthen his confidence. The deeper the suffering, the more he can play his true value. Therefore, when he was selected as a surrogate by the Templar Church, he carried out an ascetic inhuman training, and he also obtained matching abilities.
For someone who can defeat Qili so easily, the old priest can only think of the twenty-seventh ancestor at the apex of the dead and the monsters in the burial institution.
But even in the face of such an unknown and powerful enemy, Yan Feng Lizheng did not show timidity, but put on a majestic posture and asked harshly:
"Who are you guys, why are you messing around here!"
Ye You blinked innocent eyes, looked at the aged gray-haired old man innocently, shrugged, and said:
"Ah, what's the matter? Just seeing your son's face makes me feel the urge to go up and give a punch."
Such a manifestation of naked hostility, Yan Fengli narrowed his eyes, "Are you heretics?"
As the priest of the eighth secret meeting of the church, he is also a monk who has gained insight through asceticism. His son Yanfeng Qili's Bajiquan was also introduced by him, but Yanfeng Lizheng did not practice martial arts for the purpose of fighting and killing. Therefore, his son was even more fierce in the contest with "heresy".
But in fact, Yanfeng Lizheng's Bajiquan is even better than Yanfeng Qili's. To say how far it is, you only need to look at his burly size.
But the skill is high, and I am afraid of pistols.
If someone shoots him from behind, he can easily kill him.
Ye You motioned Hei Zhen to stop beating, then looked at the old priest,
"Even if you say infidels... what do you define as infidels?"
Yan Fenglizheng obviously did not expect that Ye You would suddenly ask this question, but she still put her hands behind her back, and said in a deep voice, "Use mysterious skills to pollute gods, kill humans, disrupt the world, and distort the laws of the world's operation-- God’s truth. This is a heresy and should be extinguished."
"Oh, that's it, that's it, the Templar Church is really an amazing existence."
Ye You applauded, the old was unmoved, he frowned, and from the corner of his eyes he glanced at Yanfeng Qili, who was slowly rising from the ground, and buzzed: "Now, you can tell me where you are. ?"
"—Hahahaha."
Hei Zhen suddenly covered her belly and laughed, "God's truth? Hahaha, it's really funny, it's really funny! Where are you come from? If there is a in this world, why not call it out A samba dance to save the world?"
Ye You stepped forward and poked Hei Zhen, and cautiously said, "That...this world does have a god."
"Gah."
Heizhen who was laughing suddenly bit her tongue.
She glared at Ye You with anger in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised high, "Do you want to experience a barbecue family bucket? Very good, just poke it in from your [BEEP] flower, pierce it out of your mouth, and put it on the fire. Let's grill it."
Wow.
Ye You looked at Hei Zhen in horror: "Why do you have such a heavy taste?"
This is not the Heizhen I know, it must be the fault of the waste angel.
"--enough!"
Yan Fengli shouted loudly.
Some people in the sacred church, in front of the priest, wantonly mocking and insulting the gods, this is something he absolutely cannot tolerate.
Heizhen Amber's pupils glanced over, "How can you speak here?"
Seeing Hei Zhen's posture, Ye You hurriedly stepped forward to hold the black saint, and settled the court like a peacemaker, "You all calm down, don't hurt your peace. Please give me a face and stop arguing."
Hei Zhen was dragged by Ye You, but Yan Feng Lizheng, who was insulted and believed in, rushed towards her with a burst of blue veins on her forehead and a strange step, causing strong winds.
A pair of iron fists fell like a mighty force on the heads of Ye You and Hei Zhen.
Ye You suddenly glared with the ice-blue light on the iris, and everything around it seemed to be stagnant. He stretched out his palm and slapped it down sharply. First, he shot Yan Fengli into the ground, and the whole church floor thundered. Long trembled.
"Please give me a face... Gan! This line is too sand-sculpted, and will be deleted from the'Hundred Golden Sentences' in the future."
Ye You covered his face.