() "Well, this move does look beautiful, but it consumes so much spiritual energy. I wonder how many more times you can do it!" Situ Hengkong's face did not change because Situ Zhaonan fell into a disadvantage.

Se, if you look closely, you will see a faint sneer on his face.

Situ Zhaonan's expression was slightly cold. This time he was well prepared for the confrontation, but he fell at a disadvantage in front of so many beauties. Although he was not defeated, it still made him somewhat dissatisfied.

"It seems that only a quick victory can attract the girl's attention and make me feel more relaxed!" Situ Zhaonan snorted coldly, his spiritual energy surged around his body, and huge spiritual power rolled over his arms.

His long hair was flying in the violent spiritual energy.

In the blink of an eye, Situ Zhaonan used his speed advantage to attack Yan Lan at close range.

"Bang!"

Situ Zhaonan's punch towards Yan Lan's abdomen was blocked.

"Bang!"

The punch to the head was also blocked by Yan Lan.

"Bang bang bang..." The two were fighting in close quarters, and the sounds of fists and palms clashing sounded like firecrackers. When everyone looked, they saw Situ Zhaonan's erratic figure, and he was bombarding Yan Lan indiscriminately.

.Yan Lan, on the other hand, concentrated on defense and used both fists and feet to intercept every attack of Situ Zhaonan.

As the duel lasted longer, the mouth shapes of many Yan clan members gradually changed into the shape of "oh". They did not expect that Situ Zhaonan's strength was not as strong as they expected to be able to absolutely suppress Yan Lan.

"Yan Lan, maybe you really have some ability." Many tribesmen looked at Yan Lan and suddenly became enlightened again.

Yan Muxiong's eyes never left Yan Lan's figure. At this moment, his originally extremely solemn expression was slightly relieved. There was a trace of expectation dancing in his eyes.

"If Yan Lan can win this time, then he will be the family disciple with the most outstanding talents and hard work since I started coaching. Although he is still young..." Yan Muxiong's eyes became more and more intense.

"Why is Brother Xiaolan only defending but not attacking? It's not going to work like this!" Among the girls watching, Yan Lingyu frowned slightly and asked softly.

"Although brother Yan Lan only attacks but does not defend, he is relaxed and comfortable. He will not fall into a disadvantage for a while." Beside Yan Lingyu, a woman who is half a head taller than Ling Yu said calmly. But she

There was a sense of wonder in his watery eyes.

This girl's name is Yan Linglong, she is seventeen years old. She is as beautiful as snow, elegant and refined, and her figure is even more graceful than Yan Lingyu's.

"Oh." Yan Lingyu responded, then her contact lenses tightened, and she continued to watch the battle nervously.

This fierce attack, fists and palms intertwined, lasted for more than a hundred times. Situ Hengkong's face twitched slightly, his brows furrowed, and he said secretly: "Nan'er's violent attack, even if his cultivation has reached the middle stage of Yuan Dan, it is difficult for him to do it."

Take them all. This kid can persist for more than a hundred times without showing signs of failure. Sure enough, he has some tricks up his sleeve. However, the outcome has already been determined..."

After a hundred punches, and seeing little gain, Situ Zhaonan suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated his opponent. He immediately gave a soft drink, rotated his body around Yan Lan, and stopped behind Yan Lan in an instant. He held his right hand with thick spiritual energy.

, but it hit straight at the back of Yan Lan's head.

Yan Lan didn't have to look back when attacking from behind, his soul would naturally be able to sense it.

"Hmph, don't think that you are the only one who is fast!" Yan Lan immediately condensed his body, with restrained momentum. He bowed forward slightly, then shouted loudly, as if throwing a heavy object, and his right hand was like a dragon coming out of the abyss.

With lightning speed, he hit Situ Zhaonan's hard punch head-on.

Situ Hengkong was stunned. He didn't expect that Yan Lan could react quickly under Situ Zhaonan's speed, and could also prepare to respond to Situ Zhaonan with the most domineering offensive.

"boom……"

The two fists, which still looked immature, were like two hard pieces of gold and iron, striking together arrogantly, making a soul-shaking explosion.

A strong ray of light, like the sun in the sun, shone so brightly that no one could look directly at it; the scattered spiritual energy knocked many family disciples with lower cultivation levels on the sidelines to the ground.

Under the remaining energy of the two people's spiritual energy explosion, the sleeves of Yan Lan and Situ Zhaonan were all broken into pieces, turned into powder, and scattered on the ground. The figures of the two people also took seven or eight steps back, their eyes opened.

All of them showed their dignity towards the strength of their opponents.

At this moment, Yan Linghe's eyes were shining with incredible color. He clearly felt that the power of Yan Lan's punch was much greater than the punch he had fought with him before.

He asked himself, if he were to receive this punch now, he would probably suffer considerable internal injuries.

Yan Linghe took a deep breath. In the past, he put Yan Lan on the same level as himself, but he was still a little reluctant in his heart. Now, he regards Yan Lan as an opponent who surpasses him. Although he is unwilling to do so, he has to admit this helpless reality.

"This kid Yan Lan, I actually underestimated his strength!"

"Yan Lanping has shown off his strength in a high-profile way during training. I didn't expect that he actually hid some strength!"

"It seems that the outcome of this competition may not be as bad as expected!"

"..."

The hanging hearts of the onlookers were slightly lowered after seeing Yan Lan's startling and safe approach. They had to rate Yan Lan's strength a bit higher. Of course, they also had a good impression of Yan Lan.

It's improved a lot.

Yan Muxiong's cold and resolute gaze could not help but reveal joy at this time. He turned his head and saw Situ Hengkong's expression. His arrogance had been reduced a bit, and there was even a trace of solemnity between his eyebrows.

se.

"You have good strength. Your name is Yan Lan. I remember you. But with this strength, you can't beat me." Situ Zhaonan's cold and determined face showed a slight smile.

Whether this is a smile of admiration for the opponent or a smile of confidence, there is no way of knowing.

When Yan Lan heard this, he raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Yan Lan is exactly my name, but how did you know that I only have this little strength?"

Yan Lan pretended to be relaxed, but his heart was quite solemn. In the past competitions, he only needed to use 70% of his strength to get through with ease. Moreover, the significance of previous competitions was far less than this competition. This

This is the first time in thirteen years that he has faced such a powerful opponent. It is impossible to say that he is not worried.

However, there is no point in worrying. It is better to use your full strength and fight with all your strength.

Situ Zhaonan's peripheral vision slightly glanced at the surrounding girls, and when he felt the girls staring at him, he immediately felt quite enjoying it.

"It's really intoxicating to be paid attention to by so many beautiful people of the opposite sex. If I can defeat Yan Lan quickly, their eyes, even if they are a little resentful, should be filled with admiration."

The corners of Situ Zhaonan's mouth curved proudly.

"Yan Lan, your advantage ends here."

[Good afternoon, fellow book friends, stay in a good mood! ^_^]
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