Looking at the two teenagers facing each other on the high platform, all the gazes present were moved with great interest. They also wanted to know whether this teenager who had created a miracle again after three years' interval was fighting. In addition to the cultivation of skills, also has such a terrifying progress
On the VIP table, Xiao Zhan frowned and looked at Xiao Ning, who was on stage to challenge. His expression was a little ugly. Although Xiao Yan's fighting spirit was beyond his expectations, he never saw the latter for fighting skills. When did you go to the Fighting Skill Hall to find a dedicated family fighting technician to learn
You must know that fighting skills are different from the beginner's fighting skills. The yellow-level low-level fighting skills can still be practiced on their own. The technician specializes in teaching. However, in the past few years, Xiao Zhan has not heard from several fighting technicians in the family saying that Xiao Yan had asked them to learn fighting skills. On the contrary, Xiao Ning was a regular visitor.
According to Xiao Zhan’s understanding, Xiao Ning, whose strength is in the eighth stage of the fighting spirit this year, has mastered at least three yellow-level intermediate and one yellow-level advanced fighting skills. These types of fighting skills are enough for him to be at the same level. It's hard to find an opponent among the strong ones. In this competition, Xiao Yan seemed to be at a disadvantage.
"Haha, Patriarch Xiao, you said, can Young Master Xiao Yan win?" Beside Xiao Zhan, Concubine Ya, who was staring at the court, chuckled and asked.
Xiao Zhan slowly suppressed some of the anger that had been caused by Xiao Ning in his heart, and smiled faintly: "Yan'er is not very proficient in fighting skills, and has only recently stepped into the state of eight stages of fighting. Xiao Ning, who has been a full year old, may not have a great chance of winning."
"Oh, isn't it?" Alluring eyes flowed slightly, Ya Fei blinked her slender eyelashes, her beautiful eyes looked lazily at the calm black-shirted teenager in the field, her ruddy little mouth suddenly lifted. , Smiling beautiful cheeks have a mature charm: "I don't know why, but I have great confidence in Xiaoyan Young Master. I think he will definitely win."
Xiao Zhan was taken aback, and seemed to be a little surprised where she had such a great confidence, and smiled and shook her head: "Then I will borrow Miss Ya Fei's good words."
…
Looking at Xiao Yan who was standing in front of him, Xiao Ning gave a sneer, and slowly clenched his fists. The faint fighting energy circulated rapidly in his body, bringing waves of tyrannical strength.
A little silent, Xiao Ning's soles slammed on the ground, and his figure rushed straight towards Xiao Yan, who was close at hand. When he rushed, Xiao Ning's palms were slightly bent, and the sharp nails on his ten fingers were a little bit cold.
When he was only half a meter away from Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning's figure suddenly stopped, and his right paw drew a tricky arc, taking Xiao Yan's throat directly: "Yellow-level Intermediate Fighting Skill: Claw Splitting!"
With a calm expression on his face, Xiao Yan raised his palms unhurriedly, his slightly curled palms, opened fiercely, with a violent thrust, and rushed out...
Under this huge thrust without warning, Xiao Ning's face changed, and his figure was as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer. After more than ten steps with her feet, she stopped her figure in embarrassment.
On the high platform, watching this scene, Xiao Zhan's expression was slightly surprised, but the concubine Ya on the side gave a sweet smile, elegantly holding up the white jade tea cup in front of him, with his red lips slightly open, and taking a small sip.
"This little guy is really hidden..." The corner of her lips raised a charming smile, and Ya Fei murmured in her heart.
"You...what kind of fighting skills are you?" Xiao Ning's face changed slightly as she touched her chest, which was a little tight, and asked with a harsh look.
Xiao Yan glanced at him faintly, and immediately lowered his eyeliner to look at his palm. Although the name of this "fire palm" was ugly, the forceful thrust it created did satisfy Xiao Yan.
Looking at Xiao Yan who ignored her, Xiao Ning's face trembled slightly, his teeth bite, mixed with anger, and he rushed away again to face Xiao Yan.
The outstretched palms were not closed, Xiao Yan squinted slightly, looking at Xiao Ning who was getting closer, the corners of his mouth slowly pulled up with a cool arc.
The spread right hand suddenly shook, and a fierce suction shot out from the palm of his palm: "Mysterious Stage Fighting Skill: Sucking the palm!"
Seeing Xiao Yan shaking hands again, Xiao Ning subconsciously grasped the ground with both feet, but before the thrust came, a suction force pulled it forward and threw it forward.
His body drew an arc in the air and slammed straight into Xiao Yan with an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth.
Although the figure was pulled up by the suction, when Xiao Ning looked at Xiao Yan who was getting closer and closer to him, she couldn't help but smile. He smiled violently, and the fighting spirit quickly condensed in his fists.
"Tieshan Fist!" With a violent shout, Xiao Ning clenched his fist fiercely, and a sharp wind-breaking vigor sounded low in the air, and immediately fell to Xiao Yan's shoulder, watching this posture, if it was beaten. In the middle, I am afraid Xiao Yan's arm will be severely injured. It seems that this guy has no intention of keeping his hand from the beginning.
Tieshanquan, yellow-level advanced fighting skills, is very powerful, and requires more than seven stages of fighting energy to be eligible to practice.
Squinting his eyes slightly to feel the sharp energy, Xiao Yan slowly exhaled, the movement route of the fighting energy inside his body suddenly changed: "Mysterious stage fighting skills: blow the palm of fire!"
As the voice in his heart fell, the fierce thrust again ejected from Xiao Yan's palm.
"Bang!" The air swayed slightly, and an invisible reverse thrust slammed against Xiao Ning's body, which was shot from the rush, and the two opposing forces made her face pale.
"Pouch."
Two opposing forces, finally the thrust accounted for the upper point. After the moment of stalemate, Xiao Ning was directly shaken to the ground by that thrust. Finally, after drawing more than ten meters on the floor, he slowly stopped his figure. , And at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out miserably.
Looking at Xiao Ning who was paralyzed on the ground in the distance, he glanced at the slightly quiet scene, Xiao Yan slowly moved his palm down, and let out a faint sigh: "You lost..."