"Hmph, how can two little Yuanqi-level scholars be qualified to take the place of noble princes and compete with commoner princes?" The young man on the right is wearing a purple gold crown, and exudes an aura of extreme wealth.
Fang Yun was concentrating on Yang Qian at this time and did not notice what was going on outside the pavilion. If he saw these two people, he would be quite surprised. The young man who spoke to the former is called Yan Lun, and his father is Yan Zhi.
He is Marquis Wenqu of the Great Zhou Dynasty. His ancestors were civil servants. When the Zhou Dynasty was founded, he was the first generation of Taifu. He had a profound influence among the civil servants of the court. Even the three princes of the dynasty were inextricably linked to their families.
Yan Lun's grandfather gave up literature and joined martial arts, and made a great career. Although he was not an aristocratic prince, his family's influence in the court was inextricably linked and deep-rooted, and was no worse than that of an aristocratic prince. Although Wenquhou came from literature to martial arts, he still had
In terms of influence and power, he can be said to be the number one among the common people.
Xu Quan, a young man of purple gold, and his father Xu Yuan, the Marquis of Manghuang, armed with millions of soldiers, guarded the border of Xuwei and suppressed the Manghuang monster clan. The original title of Manghuang Marquis was Weiyuan Marquis, and he was one of the noble lords of the Great Zhou Dynasty because of his outstanding military strength.
, guarding the east for the Great Zhou Dynasty, frightening the demon clan for hundreds of years, and having great military achievements, so Weiyuanhou was changed to Manghuanghou as a reward. Among the noble princes, the Manghuanghou lineage has the greatest influence!
Xu Quan and Yan Lun have equally distinguished and profound backgrounds, comparable to those of ordinary princes. Extraordinary people have their own arrogance. Although the two of them speak calmly and seem friendly, their eyes intersect with each other, and they are fierce rivals.
"Hehe, how about we two join in the fun and have a gambling battle?" Yan Lun said with a smile.
"What do you want to bet on?" Xu Quan stood with his hands behind his back and said coldly, with no intention of refusing.
"If Fang Yun wins, I want you to have a copy of "Demon-Slaying Sword Art"."
Xu Quan's expression changed: "You're quite dissatisfied. Although the "Demon-Slaying Sword Gang Jue" is only a Gang Qi realm secret, not a top martial arts secret, it is unique to my lineage, Manghuanghou."
"Can't you afford to gamble?"
"It's a joke, okay. If I lose, I'll lend you the "Demon-Slaying Sword Gang Jue" to read. If you lose, you need to lend me the "Haoran Gang Qi" to read!"
This time it was Yan Lun's turn to change his color. Marquis Wenqu came from a lineage of civil servants. This "Haoran Gangqi" combines Confucian Haoran Qi with martial arts, which is unique to Wenquhou's lineage.
Yan Lun stared at Fang Yun in the distance and said one word decisively: "Okay!"
Hearing this word, Xu Quan finally showed a smile on his face: "Ha, I forgot to tell you that the second son of Ping Dinghou has some contact with me on weekdays. A few months ago, I happened to know that Yang Qianyu obtained a human-level
beads.”
"What! Human-level beads!" Yan Lun's heart sank. He knew clearly what the human-level beads were. Warriors who possess this kind of treasure of heaven and earth can practice five or six times faster than ordinary people. Yang Qianyou
With such a thing, it is self-evident that his martial arts cultivation is rapid.
"Being plotted," Yan Lun felt as if he had swallowed a hundred flies. This duel was basically nothing to watch. But for things like gambling, the loser does not lose the battle. No matter what, you have to do some face-saving work.
Do.
"So what if there are human-level beads? I think Fang Yun may not be bad."
Xu Quan just sneered.
"You guys disperse!" Yang Qian said in the crowd, and all the surrounding scholars moved away, leaving a large open space for the two of them.
"You two, please step back." Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin understood and backed away. They couldn't get involved in this kind of fight.
call!
As soon as the people around him retreated, Yang Qian raised his hand and struck him with a punch, which was clearly the Tiger Fist that Li Ping had just used. The same move of Tiger Down the Mountain was completely different from that of Li Ping in Yang Qian's hands.
Yang Qian made a move, and the air around him swelled. In the wind, there was a loud roar of a tiger, with the momentum like a tiger rushing down from the mountain. The eyes of the surrounding scholars looking at Yang Qian suddenly changed. Although Yang Qian
He is arrogant and his skills are good.
Fang Yun straightened his body and moved his feet slightly to the side. Everyone immediately felt a wild momentum from Fang Yun, like a wild cow running on the wilderness with its four hooves stretched out.
"Rang Niu Runs Wild!" Among the crowd, some scholars immediately recognized it. This Mang Niu Fist is not a very clever boxing technique, and many people know it. However, in everyone's impression, Mang Niu Fist has never been
They are all used for attacking and slashing. No one expected that the move of running like a bull into the wild could actually dodge the opponent's attack in this situation.
Fang Yun used his sudden increase in speed to dodge the "Tiger Descending Mountain" move, and immediately punched out, the air at the tip of his fist exploded, and a wave of air shot straight towards Yang Qian.
"No!" Yang Qian didn't expect Fang Yun to be so fast. His eyes blurred, and a fist grew bigger and bigger in his eyes. After all, Yang Qian was born in the Hou family and had a family background. In times of crisis, he raised his arms.
, block in front of you.
boom!
When their fists and arms met, Yang Qian felt like he had been hit by a reckless bull, and his arm was about to break. He was also at the Yuan Qi level, and his flesh and blood had already been integrated with the Yuan Qi, making him extremely powerful. Fang Yun only made one move, and he immediately felt
The pressure is on.
"He is more powerful than me, I am no match!" Yang Qian was horrified. He came to this conclusion and could hardly believe his own judgment. How long has it been? Fifteen days, only fifteen days, how could this Fang Yun do this?
There has been such great progress.
ah!
Yang Qian was calculating the strength of the two people when he suddenly heard the crowd exclaiming. A strong wind blew, and his ears immediately heard a loud roar of a cow. It seemed like a wild cow with gnarled muscles and a body full of flesh.
Eyes, rushing towards myself.
The bull roars!
Fang Yun's left fist was blocked, he stepped forward with his right foot, and punched out again. It was the fifth form of the bull's roar. The tiger is the king of beasts, and the roar of the tiger frightens all the beasts. However, the bull lives in the wilderness.
Among them, they are free, loose and wild by nature. When a wild bull gets angry, its eyes are blood red, its iron hooves kick, and whatever is in front of it will fly away. That wild and domineering power can
If you knock down a big tree that is hugging each other, even if a tiger or lion encounters it, you will have to retreat.
Moo!
Within four feet of Fang Yun, the air was torn into countless pieces, and the air currents in the sky collided with each other. In the strong wind, there was a faint loud roar of an ox, and the ground under his feet was faintly shaking, and it seemed that there was really a crazy recklessness.
The cows came running wildly.
This time, not only the students watching the battle around, but even Xu Quan also changed his expression. The 'Mang Niu Jin' in Fang Yun's hand was completely different from that of ordinary Yuan Qi level warriors. Even if he met a Zhen Qi level warrior, he would still be able to fight.
Qualification for a fight.
"Fang Lin!" Xu Quan suddenly remembered a person. He had only seen this kind of momentum and domineering taste in one person. Xu Quan at that time was equivalent to Yang Qian now, and that person
Fang Lin at that time was equivalent to Fang Yun now.
boom!
Fang Yun's fist was like the iron hooves of a wild bull, carrying the force of Wan Jun, and stepped heavily on the forehead of Yang Qian, the roadblock. With a loud bang, Yang Qian was hit by an irresistible force.
Hit with brute force, he let out a miserable howl, flew high into the air, and then was pushed down hard to the ground by Fang Yun. His forehead and flesh exploded, and a large amount of blood spurted out, making his face covered in blood.
When he fell, a black bead flew out at the same time and landed three feet away, spinning on the ground.
"Brother Yang!" Seeing Yang Qian flying out heavily, his face covered with blood, Li Ping roared violently, rushed over with a "swish" sound, and extended his claws like a tiger.
"Hmph!" Fang Yun stepped forward and bullied himself, without dodging or dodging, and used the 'Rangou's Horn' move. In the pavilion, everyone's ears were filled with the loud roar of the cow. There was only a 'click' sound, and Li Pingshuang
His arm bones were brittle, his body was arched, and he flew out like a scarecrow, hitting the vermilion pillars of the pavilion heavily.
"How is that possible!" Li Ping sat on the ground, arms pulled down, the huge shock overwhelmed the physical pain.
Watching the battle from the sidelines was far less intense than experiencing it personally. Li Ping initially thought that Yang Qian was defeated because he was too careless. It wasn't until he took action in person that he felt Fang Yun's terrifying power.
How long has it been? Li Ping clearly remembered that half a month ago, when the two of them beat Fang Yun violently, it was like beating a dog. In just fifteen days, the two sides had completely turned around.
"You lost!" Yan Lun looked forward and said with a smile.
"Huh! You're lucky!" Xu Quan snorted coldly, threw out a booklet, took a sharp look at Fang Yun in the distance, and walked away with a sleeve.
Yan Lun copied it and took the Xu family's "Demon-Slaying Sword Gang Jue" in his hand. This kendo and martial arts book that he had been so obsessed with had now become boring.
"What a terrifying fighting talent!" Yan Lun was calm on the surface, but he was shocked in his heart. With his Gangqi level cultivation, he did not take Fang Yun's strength into consideration. What really shocked him was
Fang Yun's fighting talent. Yan Lun understood that the basic military technique of Mang Niu Fist would never be more effective in his hands than Fang Yun's.
The Tiger Fist is stronger than the Mangniu Fist, which is generally recognized by the princes of Beijing. Although Yang Qian is arrogant, his training in the Tiger Fist is not bad, but compared with Fang Yun, it is lackluster.
The reckless bull ran wild and dodged the tiger down the mountain. He used the reckless bull's mane to force Yang Qian to defend and attract his attention at the same time. The real power was in the roar of the reckless bull that followed closely. The three moves of the reckless bull boxing technique were smoothly connected and used.
It was so wonderful that it was almost entirely designed to restrain Yang Qian's Tiger Fist. In this battle, when Yang Qian took the initiative to say "Tiger Comes Down the Mountain", it was already destined that Yang Qian would never have a chance to make another move.
"My father once said that the magic of using martial arts skills lies in one's mind. It is good to have powerful moves and skills, but the decisive factor in a battle is often the warrior himself," Yan Lun thought to himself.