Therefore, Yang Yi did not stop and immediately began to flush the acupuncture points for the second or more times.

"the second time!"

"boom!"

"the third time!"

"Fourth time, fifth time"

Yang Yi impacted seven times in a row, but unfortunately, he still couldn't open the fourth acupuncture point.

With each repeated acupoint flushing, more vitality will be consumed, and the pressure on Yang Yi will be greater, so after these seven impacts, Yang Yi was already sweating profusely.

, beads of sweat the size of soybeans were dripping from his forehead.

Yang Ji was already accustomed to such scenes. He sat on a chair on the side and quietly watched Yang Yi's movements.

Yang Ji was already used to such scenes, and every time Yang Yi's concentrated attack failed, he would silently record it in his heart.

"One last time. The second young master probably won't be able to hit the acupuncture points again today, because this is already his limit."

Yang Ji secretly thought, he guessed that this eighth time should be Yang Yi's final limit.

If there is no way to break away this time, Yang Yi will only fall down. He can only wait until tomorrow to try again, because the vitality in the body is lost every time it is used. As for the recovery of vitality, it also takes a certain amount of time.

time.

However, although Yang Ji knew this truth well, he was still frightened by Yang Yi's talent.

Because Yang Yi's talent is very strong, stronger than anyone he has ever seen.

If one compares vitality to money, ordinary people will think about using money rationally and using it wisely, in order to obtain higher benefits and strive to reduce their own expenses.

But Yang Yi is different. Yang Yi's way of doing things is really arrogant. He just planned to use enough money to break open an iron gate and didn't care about the passage of money. As long as the result reaches people's expectations, that is the best.

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Chapter completed!