The breeze in the mountains is cool and comfortable. Ding Yi and Bai Jie are only five or six steps away. They sit on the stone beside the road, and their hair is gently floating, looking very comfortable.

In fact, Ding Yi's muscles were tight and he looked at Bai Jie with concentration. Every inch of his skin was filled with internal force. If he had a disagreement, he might have a fight and turned into a situation of life and death.

Bai Jie looked relaxed and comfortable. She seemed to feel Ding Yi's oppression and smiled and said, "The general has seen it? Actually, there is no need to care. I have no malice. I have practiced martial arts for a few days, but my martial arts are not about killing people but about saving people. I am good at saving lives and helping the wounded."

Her voice was cold and had a faint sense of alienation. She said it was an explanation, but it was more like talking to herself, as if she was just telling something very ordinary.

Ding Yi didn't believe that Bai Jie's kung fu was high or low, and he couldn't judge whether Bai Jie was high or low. Judging from the appearance, Bai Jie was no different from ordinary people, but if he did it, he was not sure at all. This was a problem. Ding Yi was confident that his martial arts and eyesight were top-notch, which made him unable to see clearly, which meant that his level was better than himself.

Bai Jie said calmly: "If I have malicious intentions towards General Ding, no one can stop me!"

This sentence was filled with strong confidence, leaving no room for anything, and his tone was even more arrogant.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Jie picked up a stone from the ground, spread her palms, and showed it to Ding Yi.

The stones as big as goose eggs are not regular and ugly, no different from other stones. There is a lot of soil on it, which is dirty. What is Bai Jie trying to see?

Just in Bai Jie's palm, without any warning, the stone rotated very slowly at first, but then it became faster. The soil on the stone turned into ashes and threw it out from the side of the palm, and the prototype of the stone was soon revealed. The prototype of the stone was not very good-looking, but it was still very ugly.

The stone turned faster and faster, and the stone on the stone began to turn into dust and flew up. Therefore, the stone became smaller and smaller. In just a few breaths, Bai Jie's palm was empty, and it was as white as jade again. The big stone just now seemed to have never existed.

In front of Bai Jie, countless white flying dust filled with ashes. Strangely, none of these flying dust fell on Bai Jie. Speaking of which, Bai Jie's body was spotless along the way, and she was really magical.

Bai Jie blew her lips and a gentle breeze blew. The wind was slightly stronger than the breeze in the mountains, and it was strange and inexplicable. It was obvious that Bai Jie was just blowing in one direction, but the wind dispersed to all directions, and the smoke and dust flew into the green trees and grass in the distance, disappearing, but five or six steps away, and it didn't touch Ding Yi's body.

This is by no means something that can be achieved by kung fu. Ding Yi can turn into ashes by holding a stone, but it can be turned freely with the palm of his hand, and the less it turns, which is a bit mysterious, let alone a breath, and the ashes will turn into vanish!

Ding Yiji suspected that he was dreaming and stared at Bai Jie even more: "Martial arts? Or illusion?"

Bai Jie: "Martial arts? Maybe! How could it be an illusion? If you don't believe it, have you seen that little bird?"

Bai Jie's finger bird was chirping and chirping in a tree more than twenty steps away, hiding among the leaves, and appeared and disappeared from time to time as the breeze blows. There were other birds combing their feathers near the bird and nodding.

Bai Jie didn't show any signs, she just stretched out her palm and looked at the bird. Then the bird stumbled every day and flew towards Bai Jie as if drunk.

The bird flapped its wings in panic, but it did not work at all, and slowly fell into Bai Jie's hands.

Bai Jie looked at Ding Yi's wide eyes and threw the bird over: "Let's see if it's true or not."

"Capture the Dragon and Control the Crane?" Ding Yi heard that Shaolin had a martial art called the Dragon and Control the Crane. He could release his internal force and capture the enemy. He practiced deep down and could achieve success even after a few steps. He saw that the bird came over without any regularity, but he fell to the ground. It didn't seem like he was captured. He had to know that the internal force was released and he had to restrain others. No matter how gentle it was, he could not achieve the possibility of giving the other party a certain degree of freedom. As soon as he finished speaking, he denied this idea.

"No!" Bai Jie smiled and said only two words, then stopped talking.

The bird had wings and was bound by some force. Its little pupils were filled with fear, but it could not move. Even the cry stopped. The bird drew a small parabola in the air and was connected by Ding Yi in the palm of his hand.

This is a little sparrow, whose small body is not as big as a palm. The numb feathers are very soft. They are held in their hands, and they are still hot. They are lying on the side as if they accept their fate. Their little feet are scratching Ding Yi's hand, but they have no strength to stand up. The two wings are pressed against their bodies, and they are not open. A pair of black eyes look at Ding Yi timidly, and from time to time, pecking Ding Yi's palm lightly with their little mouths, making him look particularly well-behaved and pitiful.

Ding Yi gently held it. There was no problem with the poor little guy's wings and claws. It was just imprisoned by some force?

The bird's internal strength was input, and after wandering around, there was no discovery. Where was Bai Jie's strength, I couldn't find out.

Bai Jie looked at Ding Yi with a smile and asked in an inquiring tone: "How can you gain something?"

There was no hostility in this tone, but it was a bit ridiculous, just like a joke between friends, but Ding Yi was even more alert. He held the sparrow in his left hand and pressed the knife at his waist with his right hand. It was really hard to make up his mind to meet this female soldier.

"General Ding, the little woman has no malice. She was trying to tell General Ding that Yeping was most convinced of the general. He was alone again. The little woman and Yeping were in love with him. The family was not here. I want the general to help the little woman protect a matchmaker as his brother. How about it?" While Bai Jie was speaking, the little sparrow was like an animal that woke up after hibernation. With strength, she stood up and took two steps. At first, she was a little unstable, and she supported her wings to find balance. After a while, she flew up and flew up. The sparrow was frightened. After flying up, it kept going up and flying higher and higher, then went away and never looked back.

"If it can be done, the young woman will be willing to do it with her brother!" Bai Jie's face was calm and her face was serious. This was not a joke, she was telling the truth.

Ding Yi let go of the knife and let go of the hostility. He felt a little confused: "What kind of virtue can you do? Can you win the favor of the girl? And who is the girl? How many relatives are there in the family? What kind of life do you do? I don't know anything, how can I protect the media?"

Bai Jie stood up and bowed concisely: "My younger sister is from Qingcheng Mountain, Chengdu, Yizhou. There are only two sisters in the family, and no other parents and relatives. She makes a living by traveling to doctors. Recently, she came to Erlong Mountain and met Yeping. She knew that her marriage was coming. My younger sister would like to settle in Erlong Mountain and help her brother with her own strength. I hope her brother will allow her to make an appointment!"
Chapter completed!