Mu Yun was thinking about how to disrupt the situation, but then he heard Xiao Lei's domineering voice: "...Anyway, this is just strong words! What's more, with your nephew Pang's three-legged cat skills, how can he be worthy of us? Xiaoying'er? Unless he defeats the young master first, there is no need to talk about anything else!"
Yu Miaohe was obviously annoyed by this little guy at this time. She frowned slightly and said: "There should be a limit to the recklessness. We are not competing for marriage this time. Even if we really rely on our abilities, In competition, little brother, how can you defeat Master Nephew Pang?"
Xiao Lei caught on to what he was talking about, and immediately followed the instructions on the stick: "Well said! Since you, the fish beauty, also agree that everyone competes based on their own abilities, then I really need to meet you Master Pang for a while today. I’m a nephew, I wonder if he, the illusory Tanhua Lang, dares to come out to challenge?"
Pang Zijianquan didn't expect that a good thing would be turned into something inappropriate by this little guy. Just now, his face was livid with anger. When he heard this, he couldn't help but shouted: "You little bastard, you don't know how to live or die! Pang is still afraid of you." Can’t do it?!”
When the sound of "little bastard" came into his ears, Xiao Lei's face suddenly darkened, his eyes almost bursting with fire, his body trembled slightly as he gritted his teeth and said: "You! Who are you calling a bastard?! I... I can’t spare you today!”
Pang Zijian jumped into the arena, folded his arms and said coldly: "It seems that I know who the bastard is. The most ridiculous thing is that I am a bastard, but I still want to jump up and down to look ugly. That's terrible It’s even more disgusting.”
Normally, this flower hunter could be considered gentle and gentle, but at this time, after all, he was so angry that his words naturally became extremely harsh. Even Tong Shangzhi and Yu Miaohe frowned secretly and wanted to drink several times. However, he still hesitated to speak.
Xiaolei's eyes became even redder with anger, and he didn't say anything at the moment. He gave a sharp scolding and pounced on him.
In less than a blink of an eye, silver light flashed in his palms, and two swallow steel darts shot out, flying straight towards Pang Zijian's eyes.
Pang Zijian sneered, and without moving, he reached out to catch the two steel darts.
Unexpectedly, the two steel darts were able to reach close to him, but they suddenly collided with each other, and with a pleasant sound, they slid away from both sides of him.
Pang Zijian was startled, but Xiao Lei had already jumped forward to attack. He saw his left hand making a sword gesture, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he struck hard at Pang Zijian's side. Looking at his movements, he looks like a divine bird approaching the sky, and his body is thin but does not conceal his extraordinary appearance. This is exactly the "Immortal Rainbow and Neon Feather" move in the Penglai Royal Immortal Sword.
When Mu Yun saw this, he couldn't help but secretly cheer. He realized that this little guy was really extraordinary. It goes without saying that this move was exquisite, but he could still be so upright and rigorous when he was angry. With his free-spirited youthful mind It is even more rare, which shows that you must have worked hard when practicing your art.
But as far as this move is concerned, the sword technique in his left hand is only a supplementary one, and there is no sharp weapon in his right hand. In addition, at his young age, he has no deep internal strength. Therefore, even if this punch hits Pang Zi's fitness, the effect will probably be very limited, and the opponent may even take advantage of the opportunity to counterattack.
When Mu Yun thought of this, he suddenly felt worried, but at the same time he felt strange. I obviously have no friendship with this little guy, and I even have to deal with his fight tonight, so why do I subconsciously care about his safety? Is this "the same hatred of the enemy" or "sympathy for each other"?
Pang Zijian naturally also noticed that Xiao Lei's move was similar to that of a cricket shaking a tree. He secretly made a move with his hand, and at the same time raised his feet, ready to go. He wanted to take advantage of Xiao Lei's unsteady stance to kick him hard. Let him remember today's lesson well.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he saw a flash of cold light in Xiao Lei's palm, and an extremely thin and extremely sharp blade suddenly poked out, stabbing at him with a sinister sword intent.
Pang Zijian was caught off guard, and in his busy schedule, Feng Geli turned to release his energy. Gang Qi condensed in his sleeves, and he could faintly see the momentum of agitation.
He was very quick to adapt to the situation, and he was indeed quite smart. Especially when he was in a hurry, he could still gather his strength to move his sleeves. This internal skill was considered outstanding among the younger generation. Tong Shangzhi and Yu Miaohe also nodded secretly, feeling very pleased to have such a young talent in their sect.
In the flash of lightning, the thin sword in Xiao Lei's palm had pierced Pang Zijian's sleeve. Immediately, like a fire knife melting snow, it broke through the obstruction of Gangqi effortlessly, and hit Pang Zijian's wrist with a hiss.
Pang Zijian felt a sharp pain in his left wrist that hit his heart. It was "anger rising from the heart, evil coming from the side of the guts." He ignored the injury at the moment and quickly used his ten power with his right hand to slap Xiaolei's left temple.
If this blow were to hit hard, Xiaolei's brain would burst and he would die unexpectedly on the spot. Fortunately, Xiao Lei didn't rush forward, and he immediately retracted the blow from his sword. At this moment, he made a sideways move, and missed Pang Zijian's palm by just a hair.
However, Pang Zijian is not easy to deal with. The palm just now was actually intended to intimidate. The real killing move was the kick that had been prepared for a long time. Seeing Xiaolei avoid the danger, he wanted to chase after him and kick him while he was grinning. A somersault.
But at this moment, Pang Zijian suddenly felt a wind blowing from the back of his head, and it was actually the two swallow steel darts that hit back. In his shock, he didn't care to pursue Xiao Lei anymore. He quickly turned around and stretched out his hands, grabbing the two swallow steel darts in his hands.
Xiao Lei had already made a plan in his mind. Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, his thin body suddenly burrowed under Pang Zijian's arm.
Pang Zijian immediately felt his hands and feet tied up, and then there was a stabbing pain in his lower back. Xiao Lei was holding him tightly with his thin sword.
Only then did they see a line of blood slowly flowing down Pang Zijian's wrist. Everyone watched as a thin boy subdued the famous Tanhualang with three moves. For a moment, they didn't even care that the Kongtong sect was also the leader of hundreds of people in Western Xinjiang. The famous sect of the year burst into cheers like spring thunder on the spot.
Mu Yun in the crowd was even more happy and cheered loudly. His praise was definitely not fake.
However, Xiao Lei just rolled his eyes at him, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and then said harshly while adjusting his breath: "What a fish, your nephew Pang is not only full of filthy words, but his skills are even more loose. Like this How can the pustule be worthy of our little Ying'er? I think you should give up your delusions as soon as possible and stop making things difficult for others."
Pang Zijian was really not convinced by this defeat. Hearing this, he became even more angry and shook his whole body. Seeing this, Xiao Lei stabbed half of the sword into his body and sneered at the same time: "Pang Zijian, you'd better be more honest, otherwise don't blame me for not knowing." No matter how serious it is, I’ll make a transparent hole in you on the spot.”
The waistline is a top priority for men. Even a slight injury is unbearable, let alone a transparent hole?
Although Pang Zijian was furious, he still didn't dare to say anything back at this time. He could only grit his two rows of teeth so hard that he even wanted to eat Xiao Lei.
