In a hidden small cave at the back of Mozhu Peak, Yang Fan sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his handsome face was filled with a little confidence, in the blink of an eye, the trip to Tongren Lane was close at hand, and tomorrow will be the year of the Seven Star Sect. Once the battle of Tongrenxiang! ! !
In ten days, Yang Fan's cultivation base has made great progress, and he is only one step away from the Sixth Heaven Realm. At this moment, he is attacking Kaimai Sixth Layer! ! !
Rumble! ! !
The spiritual power in the body rushed like a Yangtze River, Yang Fan screamed, and suddenly rose from the ground! ! !
Open pulse six layers! ! !
The high-grade Tongmai Pill is worthy of the high-grade spirit pill, it is the best elixir for the six great consummate warriors to attack the seven bottlenecks, just one, it is comparable to the full energy contained in several fifth-level monsters! ! !
With a bounce, Yang Fan's whole body immediately leapt and moved. With the soaring cultivation base and the transformation of blood, Yang Fan has made a qualitative leap in strength and speed. Every step out, he surpasses ten meters, like A sharp arrow pierced the air, and before a breath, it was already out of the deep cave.
"Roar!!!"
Yang Fan roared, like a tiger, and suddenly rushed into the dense forest overgrown with trees. The bones all over his body exploded, and the skin of the muscles and muscles was surging. It was like the Yangtze River, rushing endlessly, the stormy waves hit the shore, and the giant whale went out to sea like a wolf and a tiger! I saw Yang Fan's leg exploded, and a terrifying sound erupted in the air. A big tree hugged by several people was completely broken by Yang Fan's violent legs, and it collapsed!
Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan used his hands and feet together, beat out a dozen punches, swept a thousand troops and kicked out a dozen feet. He was like a lumberjack, his fists were like iron fists, his legs were like swords and axes, and the towering old trees were chopped by life.
"call!!!"
After hitting a set of Mang Niu Kaimai Fist, Yang Fan turned from moving to quiet, and his whole body remained motionless, like a big mountain with hundreds of feet, Yuan Yu Yue Zhi, and the air flow above his head was faintly condensed into a savage bull phantom, looking up to the sky. Long whistle, mega shake the world! ! !
The vision is complete, and the appearance of the wild cow is the sign that the Mangniu Kaimai Fist has entered the realm of transformation! ! !
Suddenly, Yang Fan's momentum changed, his hair curled up, and the heat was steaming, setting him off like the legendary Fiery King Kong, palms dancing, heat waves gushing, scorching the air like boiling water! ! !
"drink!!"
Suddenly, Yang Fan made a handprint of vigor, which was several meters in size, the whole body was crimson, the flames were transpiring, and everything could be burned! It was the Yellow-ranked inferior martial skill that thunderstorms depended on—Lieyang Jue. That night after Yang Fan abandoned the thunderstorm, Yang Fan’s collection of thunderstorms was wiped out, including this Lieyang Palm! ! !
next moment... ... .
"boom!!!"
The big flame handprint burst suddenly and turned into a horrible golden flame, and a cloud of mushrooms evaporated. Nearby, large trees, shrubs, flowers, grass, mountains and rocks... everything burned to the ground. Exhaust, leaving a place of ashes! ! !
"Yellow-level martial arts is a yellow-level martial arts, which is qualitatively different from basic martial arts!!!" Looking at the scorched earth ahead, Yang Fan smiled with satisfaction. This is just a palm of the Sun, which is close to the realm of Dacheng. The power is simply unimaginable, one palm hit, the area of a hundred meters around will be turned into a sea of flames.
"Father, I will make up for your regrets. In the battle of Tongrenxiang tomorrow, the child will definitely stand out, a blockbuster!!!" There was a flash of brilliance in his eyes, and Yang Fan's heart suddenly rose with incomparable pride.
There are hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Seven Star Sect's miscellaneous servants, but there are nine layers that are in the double-opening channel. The triple-opening channel can already be called a master of the peak. The four-fold opening channel is placed in all the miscellaneous peaks. It’s a strong one, and the open-mai 5-fold is even a master of the masters. Several handy peaks may not be able to find one. As for the six-level open-mai, it is definitely rare, and it can be counted by a single palm. come! ! !
What's more, Yang Fan is not an ordinary Sixth Heavenly Martial Artist, he is a genius with an eighth rank bloodline! ! !
Just after Mao, Zhao Yiming, the principal of Mo Zhufeng, dressed in brocade clothes, with extraordinary bearing and slightly stained frost on his temples, led several handymen disciples down to Mo Zhufeng.
One of them, dressed in black, was about fifteen years old, with a slightly immature face with maturity and stability that did not match his age, and vaguely, there was such a bloody atmosphere. This son is not someone else. It's Yang Fan.
Behind Yang Fan, there are five people, one person, twenty or so, with thick black eyebrows like two sharp swords, slanting across the temples, a pair of eyes, with red light, it looks like It is so wicked and proud, the spine is raised high, the lips are slightly raised, and there is a wicked smile, which makes people unable to help but be attracted. With that long flowing hair, it makes people feel like a wicked word. Got it! ! !
It was Yun Xihua who wanted to compete with thunderstorms for the first person to win Mozhu Peak. However, Yang Fan was born and defeated the thunderstorms so that everything became empty talk. Looking ahead, Yang Fan and Yun Xihuaxie followed Zhao Yiming and walked briskly. In Yi’s eyes, a deep weakness and thunderstorm flashed through him. He still had the confidence to fight, but he really didn’t have any confidence in Yang Fan, who had hit the thunderstorm with a punch, and he had a feeling, compared to ten. In the days before, Yang Fan's strength has improved significantly.
On the left side of Yun Xihua, there is a slender, seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man with a water-blue gown dancing in the wind. His features are handsome, with sharp edges and corners, and his eyes are deep, giving people a soft and agile feeling. Said that this blue-clothed man has a unique temperament, it is easy to get closer to people and make people feel good.
Han Yunfei, the well-known gentleman Qianqian among Mo Zhufeng’s six hundred handyman disciples, started two years earlier than Yang Fan, and was the third person who deserved to be Mo Zhufeng at the peak of the late stage! ! !
There is another person who is sturdy, but not very burly. He is nine years old and has a handsome face. His eyes are as deep as stars, the bridge of his nose is high, and the corners of his mouth have a shallow smile, which makes it easy to get along with.
But this is just the appearance. This Xiao Ye is notoriously moody. Together with the thunderstorm, he is called the Mozhu Peak Double Dominator. Since he went up the mountain, there have not been a hundred handyman disciples injured and disabled by him. There is also a fifty! ! !
On the left side of Xiao Ye, there is a beautiful young man dressed in white. He is not much bigger than Yang Fan. He is quite handsome, with clean brows, and a bit of freedom and unrestrained body. He is alive. **The image of the child.
Bai Feiyun—A martial artist in the early stage of the four-layer opening of the veins, his talent is so strong that he is not in the same way as Yun Xihua, or even worse. You know, like Yang Fan, he is a newcomer who has just started this year. In just one year, With such a cultivation base, its talent is so high, it can be seen! ! !
The last person was a big man with a sturdy stature like a bull, with a sparse face, looking like an uncle in his thirties and thirties. In his bright eyes, a trace of melancholy and a trace of melancholy flashed from time to time. , A trace of confusion... ..
Tuoba Hong, the eldest brother of Mo Zhufeng’s many handyman disciples, the five-year period has expired. This is his last chance. If he can’t pass through Tongren Alley, the only thing waiting for him is to leave, but he His talent is also above average, far inferior to Yun Xihua and Han Yunfei. They have worked hard for five years, and they have barely entered the realm of the four heavens. It is difficult to pass the customs smoothly! difficult! difficult! ! !
Climbing to the sky—takes one step to climb the sky, reaching a height of thousands of feet, like a peerless gun, inserted into the sky, the scenery above is beautiful, mist is like smoke, lingering on the top of the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain is the gurgling water, the old woods and the old vines, it is very quiet! ! !
And the Tongren Lane where Yang Fan and his team are about to enter the world was built on the mountainside of Dengtian Peak. When Yang Fan and his team came to the bottom of Dengtian Peak, they saw that there were already many handyman disciples on the grass field ahead. Either stand or sit on the floor.
"Ok... a lot of people, so... a lot of masters..." Although it has been speculated that there are definitely not a few contestants, but when it comes to the summit of the sky, everyone can't help being shocked. At this moment Even if there are not 800 disciples, there are five hundred. And every moment, there are leaders of the peaks leading the disciples into the crowd. In the end, the attendees are afraid that there will be no less than 1,000. number.
And almost none of these people are weak. You must know that the minimum entry requirements for Tongren Lane are all fourfold! Moreover, the bloodline is generally not low, the last time it is the middle bloodline of the 9th rank, and the bloodline of the 9th rank is high. There are often one or two in ten people! ! !
Yun Xihua is one of the top talents in Mozhufeng, but here, at most, it is only one talent! ! !
Unknowingly, many people's faces appeared bitter, and Tuoba Hong, the oldest of them, looked desperate! ! !