Jiang Yicheng made a move first, and blasted out with a palm, which directly hit Jiang Yiran's shoulder. The wind from the palm rolled up the aftermath, and the hairs of everyone around him flew flying.
Jiang Yiran didn't move at all, he took the next palm, narrowed his rebellious eyes slightly, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "You're welcome, I can still bear it."
Jiang Yicheng's complexion changed slightly.
In this palm, he used ten percent of his strength!
Jiang Yiran has already moved his arms, "It's my turn."
At that moment, Jiang Yiran stepped forward, and suddenly slapped Jiang Yicheng on the shoulder with a seemingly light palm.
The moment Jiang Yiran struck out, Ye Qingtang in the crowd frowned slightly involuntarily.
The moment the palm fell, Jiang Yicheng's body trembled suddenly, he tried to resist the palm with force, but under the strong support, a surge of blood rushed to his throat, and he took a step back in disorder.
Jiang Yiran smiled. He looked at Jiang Yiran who took a step back, and the smile in his eyes became stronger.
"You should thank me. If Brother Yun had slapped that palm just now, you would have been lying on the ground."
Jiang Yisheng's chest was filled with energy and blood, and his face was very pale. He thought that his strength was already top-notch in the valley, but he didn't want to...
"What are you doing?" A cold voice suddenly reached everyone's ears.
Jiang Yiran, who was originally smiling arrogantly, immediately restrained the cynical smile on his face when he heard the voice, and turned to look at the source of the voice.
I saw a young man with a stern face and a cold aura, with his hands behind his back, watching the farce in front of him.
Although the boy didn't say much, the aura around him already covered the air around him with a sense of oppression.
"Brother Yun!" Jiang Yiran, who was still arrogant before, couldn't help but froze when he saw the boy.
That boy is Jiang Zhiyun who is the strongest in Taiyuan Valley today.
Those teenagers around Jiang Yicheng who had been coaxing to challenge Jiang Zhiyun earlier lost their voices the moment they saw Jiang Zhiyun.
Jiang Zhiyun's eyes swept across the crowd, although there was no fluctuation on his face, but his extremely indifferent eyes seemed to have never seen anyone, he swept over briefly, and then fell on Jiang Yiran.
Jiang Yiran broke out in a cold sweat when Jiang Zhiyun saw it.
"Waste of time." Jiang Zhiyun said lightly, and turned around to leave.
Jiang Yiran secretly swallowed, just about to breathe a sigh of relief.
But Jiang Yicheng suddenly said at this moment: "Jiang Zhiyun, before the tournament, I must challenge you!"
Jiang Zhiyun's footsteps paused slightly, but his hands behind his back did not move at all.
The eyeballs of Jiang Yiran on the side were about to pop out. He knew that Jiang Yicheng was such a stubborn guy with no brains, but... he was too proficient in courting death.
Jiang Zhiyun turned around slowly, his indifferent eyes swept across Jiang Yicheng's body.
With just one glance, Jiang Yicheng seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar. There was a biting chill all over his body, and the coercion unconsciously released from Jiang Zhiyun's body was such that Jiang Yicheng couldn't even look at him. It was barely sweating.
But in an instant, Jiang Yicheng looked away in embarrassment, not daring to look at Jiang Zhiyun again.
Jiang Zhiyun withdrew his gaze and left without saying a word.
Jiang Yicheng's expression was slightly embarrassed at the moment, and the expressions of the other teenagers were also quite ugly.