Zhuo Yifan breathed out gently, his body bounced up like a flying leopard, his bones resounded violently, and his footsteps suddenly stepped on the tree trunks in the forest.
The wind roared past my ears like thunder, causing my short black hair to sway in the wind, and my sharp eyes fixed on my home like a hawk.
Rushing to the appointment can be regarded as a warm-up before the war. The blood in your heart is flowing crazily throughout your body with the beating of your heart.
At this time, Zhuo Yifan's speed was maintained at an average of thirty meters per breath, which is 216 miles in half an hour. It was more than three times faster than when he came, and he was trying to continuously break through the speed.
Extreme speed is an important weapon in battle!
Phew! Phew! Phew!
"This is the speed of a top-grade intermediate soul! Zhuo Guanying...just wait for me..."
Superior soul quality not only determines the path of future spiritual practice, but also lays the foundation for body functions.
It's like a person with a middle-grade soul and a person with a high-grade soul, both of the same age, without any training or practice. People with high-quality souls tend to move faster, have greater strength, react faster, and be more agile.
"With the Demonic Eyes, my future will have unlimited possibilities. When the time comes, whoever disdains whom, I will expel them all!"
Zhuo Yifan opened his strong arms, like a roc spreading its wings, flying rapidly, approaching the Zhuo family in Chihua City...
Wanxiang Square, which means all-encompassing, is the place where disciples of the Zhuo family gather for training on weekdays.
There were more than a hundred men and women from the two factions of the Zhuo family standing on both sides of the square, making a huge noise.
Bang! Bang! Bang!…
The gongs and drums shook the sky, causing silence all around. The colorful flags fluttered on this important occasion, creating a solemn atmosphere.
On the high platforms on the left and right sides of the stadium, two old men were sitting respectively. They were Zhuo Wenzhan and Zhuo Wentian who came to watch the game with bandages.
The war was about to begin, and gongs, drums, and colorful flags created an atmosphere. Everyone became a little uneasy, especially the left-wing elements to which Zhuo Wentian belonged, who were even more anxious. Everyone was anxious.
Noon is coming, and according to the agreement, if Zhuo Yifan doesn't show up again, Zhuo Guanying will be declared the winner.
At that time, the left wing of the Zhuo family will completely collapse!
"Brother, the time is almost up, isn't your great grandson here yet?" Zhuo Wenzhan seemed to be reminding him, but in fact he was mocking him.
"Shut up! I'm already annoyed enough! I don't even have this bit of concentration, and yet I'm so confused!"
After Zhuo Wentian retorted irritably, Zhuo Wenzhan's already somewhat pale face turned even more livid, and he snorted coldly in a low voice: "Hmph, I want to see if that drowned dog comes back from here.
What has changed? Even if he can resist me, he can still resist the Three Mysterious Palace Realm!"
"I heard that Young Master Yifan and the Master said that he is sure of victory? He has always been a person who does what he says and does what he says. Even if he is defeated, he will not run away."
"I think he was just scared and didn't dare to come, so he packed up and left as soon as possible."
The people on Zhuo Wenzhan's side began to laugh, full of ridicule and playfulness. This time, it was Zhuo Wentian's turn to turn pale.
"Fan'er, where are you? You should be here soon...come on..."
Zhuo Hanlan closed her eyes and concentrated, praying that her son would appear soon.
"Grandpa, it's almost noon. It's really a pity. If grandpa is willing to admit defeat now, I can still guarantee that grandpa will enjoy his old age." Zhuo Guanying looked ecstatic. He was too lazy to fight with a loser.
It saves a lot of effort.
Hearing this, Zhuo Wentian's face twitched and he became furious: This guy is so cruel, how dare you make me stand down in front of everyone!
"Zhuo Guanying, it's too early for you to say this. Aren't you afraid of being slapped in the face? A bitch is a bitch, hypocritical..."
Just as he was about to yell back a few words, a familiar voice passed by everyone's ears, like a warm current, more like thunder.
Squinting at the figure flying up to the square, Zhuo Wentian showed a faint smile on his face and let out a long sigh of relief: This child is driving me to death...
"Huh? Does this drowned dog of the Zhuo family really dare to come out? Then I have to take action. Since you don't want to be a healthy person, I have to help you." Zhuo Guanying stared at the ragged young man in front of him and sneered in his heart.
He shook his head slightly and said, "Brother Yifan, why are you doing this? If you don't come, no one will blame you."
"Hahaha, let's break the pot. Today's young people don't know how high the sky is, they only know how to be strong." Zhuo Wenzhan mocked.
"Huh, it's just a young man who took care of some ignorant old thing, and he's still dead from internal injuries and covered in bandages. I guess it's only a matter of time before he's buried right away." Zhuo Wentian said before seeing his grandson.
Lai, for some reason he was full of confidence in his grandson. He crossed his legs and rolled his eyes at Zhuo Wenzhan, smiling lightly.
There was something in this sentence, he was clearly scolding himself. Zhuo Wenzhan was so angry that his anger went straight to his heart. He cursed in a low voice with a face as thick as pig liver, and gloated with a sneer: "Drowned puppy, let's see how you do after this battle.
Becoming an idiot!"
"I'm really sorry. I spent four days fighting spirit beasts in the Qingyang Mountains. I just spent half an hour rushing back. It's a bit over budget. If you want to fight, just fight quickly. After the fight, it will be in vain."
Zhuo Yifan ignored those angry glances, smiled naively at Zhuo Wentian and his mother and said calmly.
"Are you kidding me? The Qingyang Mountains are at least two hundred miles away from here!"
"Half an hour? Blow it! Then his speed must be at least thirty meters per breath, right? This is simply impossible before reaching the Three Mysterious Palace realm."
Some people immediately shook their heads and rejected it.
"If you are arrogant enough, then use all your abilities, otherwise you won't even have a chance to take action!"
Zhuo Guanying finally couldn't control the murderous aura surging in his heart, and the light yellow spiritual power suddenly spurted out from his body, as magnificent as a long river. The momentum of the two fists was superimposed, and an astonishing and oppressive momentum burst out between his fists.
The spiritual power condensed into the prototype of a blade, which made a sharp sound as it cut through the air.
King-level low-level spiritual skill: Iron Fist!
ah!
Some people closed their eyes, and even some timid maids who came to watch screamed.
The yellow spiritual power turned into a sharp sword light on the fist, and it stabbed away menacingly.
"So cruel! You actually aimed at my Dantian! Do you want to destroy me? How can I let you succeed!" With a strange lean down, Zhuo Yifan concentrated his energy and drew a strange arc.
After avoiding the vital point, he immediately stretched out his iron fist and slammed into it. With this punch, Zhuo Yifan did not hold back at all and fully exerted his strength to the extreme.
Facing an opponent in the Sanxuan Palace realm, he must exert all his strength.
"Bang!"
Fists and arms clashed, and the clanging sound that could only be made by the handover of weapons resounded throughout the square, and everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.
What happened!
Zhuo Wentian looked at it very carefully this time. He seemed to have discovered that there seemed to be some tricks on his grandson's arms, but he looked at them calmly, with peach blossoms blooming in his heart.
After the collision, both of them took a few steps back. The backlash of the iron arm obviously caused Zhuo Guanying pain. Zhuo Guanying's Iron Fist Fist had strong penetrating power. Although it did not hurt the arm, Zhuo Guanying
Yifan still felt trauma to his internal organs.
In the first fist fight between the two sides, neither side took advantage, and both sides suffered losses.
Even so, the surrounding Zhuo family members were still shocked.
"The Second Young Master can actually compete with the Three Mysterious Palace Realm? In just four days! Is his realm really that high?"
"Awesome! It seems that the result of this game is open to question."
The eyes of those common-born disciples who usually saw Zhuo Yifan unhappy, their eyes lit up and their blood boiled.
"I didn't expect you to be able to withstand my Iron Fist Fist?" Zhuo Guanying's casual look disappeared a little and he started to become serious, "You must have learned a magical skill that can harden your arms. Do you think
Can you compete with me just based on this?"
"contend?"
Zhuo Yifan stared at Zhuo Guanying and raised his index finger and shook it from side to side, "No, no, no, you are wrong. It's not that I compete with you. It's that I can defeat you with the next move!"
This sentence immediately caused an uproar, and everyone looked at Zhuo Yifan with wide eyes. They thought that this boy had encountered some adventure in the Qingyang Mountains? He was so arrogant! Even a third-year-old with the same level as Zhuo Guanying
Even in the Xuanfu realm, there is no guarantee that he will be defeated with one move.
Zhuo Wentian's eyes were fixed on the field, with indescribable nervousness in his eyes: Is one move really possible?