"Look at the palm!"
Fan Ye uttered a cold sound, and his figure suddenly flashed out.
Then, his palm surrounded by white ghost fire suddenly shot out.
It was obviously a palm print of flames, but wherever the palm print passed, a chill that made one's heart tremble filled the air.
Yan Lang's expression was as calm as ever, and as Fan Ye came towards him with a strike of his palm, his figure trembled and he immediately went up to meet him.
Between his palms, there were also flames lingering. This seemingly ordinary palm carried a terrifying flame power.
boom!
The palms of the two collided in the void, and a stinging sensation was transmitted to their arms at the same time.
The white ghost fire wrapped around Fan Ye's palm actually spread towards Yanlang's arm at the moment when their palms collided.
Seeing this, a sneer appeared on Fan Ye's lips, and he immediately retreated.
"Flaming Wolf!"
Such a scene made everyone in the Sirius Kingdom slightly change their expressions.
Under the eyes of everyone, Yan Lang's body was instantly enveloped in the white ghost fire.
"Idiot, how dare you directly take my Yanming Divine Palm!"
The white ghost fire in the forest grew stronger and stronger, and the sneer at the corner of Fan Ye's mouth became stronger and stronger.
Qi Tianli and the others couldn't help laughing jokingly when they saw this.
"People from a vassal country are people from a vassal country after all. Their strength is a little too weak. They can't even take one of Fan Ye's moves."
He Fei did not miss any opportunity and said something contemptuously at this time.
"wrong!"
Ling Tian looked at Yanlang who was enveloped by the white ghost fire, but his expression became condensed.
Will Yanlang really die under the burning of that white will-o'-the-wisp?
Everyone can guess how terrifying the white will-o'-the-wisp is, just by looking at it from a distance.
Ordinary people, if they are enveloped by this white will-o'-the-wisp, will definitely roar in pain as long as they are not killed immediately.
This kind of roaring is not controlled by instinct.
It is the sound that people instinctively make when they are in severe pain.
But Yanlang didn't make such a sound.
From the look of him, it was obvious that he didn't look like he was killed instantly.
So, there is only one explanation.
That is, this white will-o'-the-wisp did not have any impact on Yan Lang.
Outside Wolong's residence, everyone's eyes were fixed on Yanlang, who was shrouded in white ghost fire.
After a while, the white will-o'-the-wisp that was getting stronger and stronger gradually faded away.
It felt like it was being absorbed into the body by the Flame Wolf.
When the white will-o'-the-wisp completely dissipated, the figure of Yan Lang appeared in everyone's sight again.
His expression was still calm and unhurried.
The clothes on his body were in perfect condition.
It seemed that he was not affected by the white will-o'-the-wisp at all.
"How can it be?"
Such a scene made Fan Ye's expression suddenly change.
The expressions on the faces of Qi Tianli and others also became surprised.
"You haven't mastered your Yan Ming Divine Palm yet!"
Yanlang stood calmly in front of Fan Ye, looked at him closely and said coldly.
The corners of Fan Ye's mouth twitched slightly, feeling Yan Lang's contempt for him, and he immediately scolded him with dissatisfaction, "You are the only one who is qualified to talk nonsense about my Yan Ming Divine Palm?"
"Let you see what the real Yanming Divine Palm is!"
Yanlang looked indifferent.
After finishing his words, his arm was raised again.
A wisp of black flame burst out from between his palms.
The fire burned brightly and became more and more powerful.
The surrounding air made a hissing sound as it was burned by the power of the flames.
However, the people around him did not feel any hot breath, but instead felt a chill.
This is the same situation as when Fan Ye blasted out the Yanming Divine Palm just now.
"What?"
Fan Ye vaguely noticed something, and his eyes suddenly became surprised.
He felt that Yanlang really seemed to know Yanming Divine Palm.
At this moment, Yanlang's feet trembled, and he jumped out, hitting Fan Ye with his palm surrounded by black flames.
"How is this possible? How can you know the Flame Ming Divine Palm? Who are you?"
Fan Ye looked surprised and couldn't help but question.
Although, the flames surrounding Yanlang's palm were different from the flames surrounding him when he used Yanming Divine Palm.
But that momentum was clearly that of Yan Ming Divine Palm.
Yan Ming Divine Palm is silent and silent.
Although it is a palm of flames, it has a cold meaning.
As long as it is contaminated a little, the extremely cold flame will release its devouring power.
This palm technique is unique to the Yanming Sect of the Donglu Dynasty.
Only the core disciples of Yan Mingzhong are qualified to practice.
Although Fan Ye is among the top ten elites in the Imperial Capital, he is not from the Imperial Capital.
Before coming to the Imperial Capital, he was the son of the leader of the Yanming Sect.
It was because he participated in the selection of Donglu Dynasty that he came to the imperial capital from Yanming Sect.
But what about Yanlang? Who is Yanlang?
Compared to Fan Ye's shock, the look on Ling Tian's face was much calmer.
At this moment, he had completely understood.
Yanlang Ling Donglai was also a disciple of the Yanming Sect.
Therefore, he knows Yanming Divine Palm and knows how to break Yanming Divine Palm.
Presumably, Yan Lang recognized Fan Ye's identity when Fan Ye appeared here.
That's why he asked Coyote to let him fight.
"The person who wants your life!"
Faced with Fan Ye's question, Yan Lang responded coldly.
The killing intent bloomed unreservedly in him.
Fan Ye's father, the leader of the Yanming Sect, destroyed the entire Yanlang clan.
Fan Ye is the son of Yan Lang's enemy, so it is reasonable for him to want to kill him.
"Asshole!"
Feeling the murderous intent on Yanlang's body, Fan Ye roared angrily and immediately struck out with a palm.
The two palms collided hard together, and a collision sound resounded in the void again.
The result this time was completely opposite to the previous one.
The white flames on Fan Ye's palms were swallowed up by the black flames on Yan Lang's palms.
Black flames wrapped around Fan Ye's arms, and then enveloped Fan Ye's entire body.
"Um..."
Fan Ye roared, and after his figure was knocked away, he rolled crazily on the ground.
"Fan Ye lost..."
Such a scene made everyone present look stunned.
Everyone could see that Fan Ye had been defeated.
It is even possible to die under the burning of black flames.
At this time, Qi Tianli suddenly stepped out and came to Fan Ye's side.
Immediately afterwards, he used his spiritual power to turn into cold wind and extinguished the black flames on Fan Ye's body, and also saved Fan Ye's life.
"You save him?"
Qi Tianli's move made Yan Lang's eyes turn cold.
Just now, if Qi Tianli had not taken action, Fan Ye would have almost died.
But now, Fan Ye has saved his life.
However, at this moment, Fan Ye's body was covered with burn marks, and he still looked like he had been seriously injured.
"This battle is meant to be a sparring battle! You have already won, so you don't have to force him to die, right?"
Qi Tianli smiled and looked at Yan Lang with a calm and somewhat cold gaze.
He saved Fan Ye not because he cared about Fan Ye's life.
However, Fan Ye fought as one of the top ten heroes of the imperial capital.
Today, the four of them went to Wolongju late at night to visit the geniuses of the Four Kingdoms.
If someone dies here, they will definitely be ridiculed by the people in the imperial capital.
Even if you lose, you will still be ridiculed.
But the meaning behind it is completely different.
