Zhou Yanfu said a few more words, fearing that Li Ruiguang would lose his temper and cause trouble again.
Wan Ming's arm was twice as thick as Li Ruiguang's, and with a fierce punch, the soul-breaking wind enveloped a five-foot radius.
Li Ruiguang was obviously impatient. He stood still and punched out a large green circular emblem, vaguely in the shape of bird feathers.
"I haven't seen him in a year, but Li Ruiguang's Qinghui Boxing has improved by leaps and bounds." Xue Tong secretly praised.
Wan Ming shook violently, and the edge of the Soul-Splitting Fist was wiped out. Qing Hui rushed straight in front of him. He threw out his second punch quickly, and Fang barely defeated Qing Yuan Hui.
The moment the round emblem collapsed, countless bird feathers flew out, and Wan Ming's green robe was scratched with holes, but fortunately there were no cuts on the flesh.
"Do you still want to try?" Li Ruiguang said disdainfully. He was worried about hurting others. He was similar to Xu Shichao and only used 70% of his strength.
Moreover, he only punched once. If the second punch followed quickly, the outcome could be imagined.
Wan Ming's face was red and white, and he was unable to answer for a moment.
"Hey, that's it. It's just right. Junior Brother Wan, my strength is now completely clear." Zhou Yan Yuanchang said.
Just as Wan Ming was about to speak, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves coming from the mouth of the valley.
The man at the head of the six yellow steeds flew down and said in a loud voice: "Oh, Cangliu will secretly show off in Iron Sword Valley. There are too few people to see it. Isn't it a pity?"
Zhou Yan's expression changed and became clouded, "Wen Kangda, the leader of the Jingwu Regiment, what are you doing here?"
"Cangliu will pick three people out of six to seven hundred people and show them off in front of Junior Brother Wan. What kind of skill is that? Our Jingwu regiment will never do such a tasteless thing." Wen Kangda said sharply and sarcastically. .
"The Cangliu Society went to the appointment at the invitation of Junior Brother Wan, and they were aboveboard. The Jingwu Regiment showed up uninvited, and talked nonsense. This is a shameless behavior." Zhou Yan refused to be outdone and pushed back.
"The so-called Cangliu will be strong, it can only fool outsiders. The Jingwu Group can't stand it, so they come here to set the record straight. This is a truly aboveboard act." Wen Kangda said it clearly and with a righteous look.
"Oh, I hear what you mean, it seems that the Jingwu Group wants to have a little competition with Cangliu Club here?" Zhou Yan said.
"That's right," Wen Kangda said decisively, seemingly confident.
Wu Deyu appraised the appearance, laughed, and said: "The two gangs intend to discuss each other. We are lucky enough to watch it. It's very nice, but don't let the friendship be ruined for us."
"It's none of your business." Zhou Yan waved his hand.
He knew that although it was started by Wan Ming and others, it was no longer as simple as recruiting a few members, and was involved in the intensifying battle between the Cangliu Society and the Jingwu Group.
The battles among Yunxiao Sect disciples have been going on for a long time. After several debates among the senior officials, the opinions led by the Yanwu Hall prevailed. As long as it does not cause death or disability, moderate martial arts may be a good thing. It can improve practical skills and stimulate the enthusiasm for martial arts. In the final analysis, it can also promote the strength of the sect.
Zhou Yan was in a very unhappy mood. The Jingwu Group came unexpectedly and was well prepared. He was the person he was looking for to deal with Wan Ming, and he was not the strongest lineup of the Cangliu Association.
"Is there anyone better?" He thought, and the new talents of the Cangliu Society he knew emerged one by one in the sea of consciousness.
"What, are you scared?" Wen Kangda asked provocatively when Zhou Yan remained silent for a long time.
"How is it possible? But since it is a dispute between the Cangliu Society and the Jingwu Group, it is not appropriate to set it at this moment. Change the time and we will send people again." Zhou Yan said.
"Then you're just scared, get out!" Wen Kangda said arrogantly.
Zhou Yan looked embarrassed. He didn't want to leave, nor did he accept the challenge rashly. He was not qualified to lead the team against the Jingwu Group, and he really couldn't explain the loss.
Xue Tong rolled his eyes and suddenly interjected: "Since the Jingwu Group is here, let's compete in the last game. Anyway, the gang war will win three out of five games. How about we compete on another day for the remaining four games?"
"It's a bit interesting," Wen Kangda twisted his beard and said with a smile. He took the trouble to bring people here, and it was certainly not fun to leave after cursing a few words.
Zhou Yan's face relaxed. Xue Tong's idea sounded good. It could save face without making things too bad.
Moreover, even if Cangliu regroups, Xue Tong will most likely be eligible to play.
"Junior Brother Xue's idea is good, it's settled." Zhou Yan said happily.
Xue Tong observed the five people brought by Wen Kangda. The two youngest ones were slightly older than himself in their early stages of martial arts. There was no reason to be timid. He decided to take the initiative. Firstly, he would solve the siege of Zhou Yan and repay the favors he owed. Secondly,... ..
He immediately added: "There must be some luck in a martial arts fight, otherwise the fight will be boring after a long time."
"Haha, kids are getting more and more interesting. With the added bonus, I'm afraid our people won't be able to hold back. Just you can bear it." Wen Kangda laughed.
According to Yunxiao Sect's martial arts rules, if the competition is successful, the degree of injury allowed will also be expanded.
"Junior brother Xue, represent the Cangliu Society. If you win, you will be rewarded with three hundred spiritual stones, which is quite a lot." Zhou Yan advised Xue Tong that there is no need to continue to make it big.
"Humph, then add another three hundred!" Wen Kangda took the opportunity to raise the price.
He was eager to increase the bounty and encourage the people below to fight fiercely. He was extremely confident in winning this round. As the most outstanding early-stage martial artist of the new generation of Jingwu Regiment, Feng Qiyuan was only half a step away from the mid-term stage.
"All right."
At this point, Zhou Yan nodded helplessly.
The atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense. Wan Ming and others turned pale and silently stepped back two feet. Even the listless Li Ruiguang's eyes widened.
Feng Qiyuan shouted loudly and took the lead in taking action.
"Xuanming Golden Seal plus the third-level Soul-Splitting Fist!" Zhou Yan saw that Feng Yuan's martial arts and martial arts complemented each other, and both had a demonic aura. The edge of the Soul-Splitting Fist brought out a faint black energy.
Wan Ming narrowed his eyes and could hardly believe that Feng Qiyuan's early martial arts disciple's punch was actually more powerful than his!
It wasn't until this moment that he truly felt the terrifying power of the two gangs.
Xue Tong opened his stance, mana surged into his arm, and he punched hard.
"Three Yuan Jue plus full level Bailie Fist!"
"Hundred Fire Fist? What are you doing, you dare to use such crude martial arts?!" Zhou Yan was startled and almost shouted.
The full-level Bailie Fist is less than 80% of the power of the third-level Soul-Splitting Fist.
But his expression changed again in the blink of an eye.
The Bai Lie Fist stirred up a faint white light mass, accompanied by a roaring sound. He could tell by listening to the sound that the strength was far from what he initially imagined.
"Could it be that Xue Tong's magic power is more explosive? It's more pure? It contains more brute force?"
A series of questions flew through Zhou Yan’s sea of consciousness.
The purity of mana that Zhou Yan refers to is easy to understand, and the explosiveness refers to the mana detonated at the moment when a martial arts skill is released or a spell is completed. The higher the explosiveness, the greater the amount of mana used, and the power of the skill and spell is naturally more powerful. big.
"boom!"
Xue Tong remained motionless, but Feng Qiyuan wavered.
Bailie's fist light continued to squeeze violently. Feng Qiyue kicked hard and flew backwards. After removing most of the force, he swung his palm and shot out a golden spear.
The fists are not strong enough, so they use magic to fight.
Xue Tong closed his fist, opened his five fingers, and punched out the palm of his lightning strike. A blue and white arc of lightning struck the tip of the spear. A cloud of fire and black smoke appeared. The tip of the spear melted and the spear body fell down.
"Both are fourth-level primary spells. It seems that Xue Tong's magic power burst or purity is much higher than that of Feng Qiyuan. The Three-Yuan Jue is on par with the Xuanming Golden Chapter, and Xue Tong's practice time is short, which shows that his refining speed is super fast. It is extremely efficient and can achieve such performance through repeated purification and refinement, coupled with powerful explosions.”
Zhou Yan was laughing and overjoyed, while Wen Kangda was as if he had fallen into an ice cave, with a frown on his face.
Green smoke rose from the ground, and Feng Qi started a quick attack when the wind blew at the base of his excursion. His figures were so densely packed that it was difficult to see what was real and what was real; his output of magic power was extremely smooth, without any hesitation or stagnation. When mana is insufficient, using speed and chaos to win is a common strategy.
Xue Tong turned around and disappeared in an instant. He used the Kite Shadow Technique that he had practiced hard and gave up a set of boxing techniques to maximize.
Two cyan shadows intertwined.
Zhou Yan and Wen Kangda were nice, Li Ruiguang was reluctant, and the others couldn't tell who was Xue Tong and who was Feng Qiyuan.
Xue Tong's eyes flashed, blooming with a very shallow light golden pupil. In the past six months, the gray dots had absorbed the mental energy and had grown in size. Be able to distinguish between false and true as soon as you develop it.
Xue Tong dodged six or seven of Feng Qiyuan's punches one after another, and only threw two random punches, which Feng Qiyuan easily avoided.
Xue Tong had no intention of winning too quickly, otherwise it would be too arrogant.
Wen Kangda's heart felt warm and a glimmer of hope rekindled; Zhou Yan's originally soothing mood began to turn to irritability and anxiety.
The atmosphere on the field became tense again. Wu Deyu gently pulled Wan Ming's sleeves several times, but Wan Ming threw it away and stared at the battle on the field.
"Hey, who do you think will win?" Wu Deyu couldn't help but ask Xie Chi beside him.
"Xue Tong, Xue is too fierce in the first two rounds and will definitely win."
"I don't think so. Good explosiveness does not mean good durability. Feng Qiyuan's pace is fast and steady, and he throws many punches. Xue can't hold on any longer." Wu Deyu failed in the challenge and wished Xue Tong would lose.
"Fast and stable? I can't see clearly. Can you see clearly? Apart from punching more, you're just talking nonsense." Xie Chi said with a chuckle.
"What, you don't believe it? Do you want to take a gamble?"
Seeing two more soul-splitting fists rushing out from the battle group, Wu Deyu hurriedly suggested.
"Uh..." Seeing that the battle situation was unfavorable, Xie Chi was unwilling to place a bet.
"Hurry up, you and I are two. If you lose ten yuan, if you win, you will earn twenty yuan. How about that?" Wu Deyu urged.
"Okay, I don't believe it either!" Xie Chi gritted his teeth and agreed.
After half a stick of incense.
Boom!
A moderate muffled sound erupted from the figure, and Feng Qiyuan stumbled and fell out.
Xue Tong saw the right opportunity and punched Feng Qiyuan's path first. Feng Qiyuan failed to change direction quickly and was hit by the punch on his right shoulder.
In the chaotic fight, the punches were very fast and the magic power naturally weakened. Xue Tong deliberately reduced it by another 50%. Feng Qiyuan's shoulder was greatly swollen, but his muscles and bones were not injured.
…
"Haha, Junior Brother Xue has made a great contribution!"
Zhou Yan smiled brightly and handed over three hundred spiritual stones. He comforted Li Ruiguang and Xu Shichao and said, "You two have worked equally hard. I will report it to the peak and reward each of you with one hundred spiritual stones."
Wen Kangda's face turned pale, he threw down a small bag of spirit stones and said solemnly: "See you here in ten days. It's still early to win or lose. Don't be too happy too early!"
