The first one to arrive was Wu Zongming, who was only a moment slower than Zhang Haoran.
He glanced at Zhang Haoran with some confusion. Wu Zongming didn't know what the other party was planning. Didn't he say he wanted to win the first place? Could it be that he was waiting for him on purpose? It was really unreasonable. This person was too arrogant.
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Wu Zongming didn't want to talk to Zhang Haoran and was about to pass.
"Wait a minute!" Zhang Haoran turned around to stop the other party.
Wu Zongming said with a gloomy face: "What do you mean?"
Zhang Haoran said calmly: "Nothing else, don't you think it's more fun when there are more people?"
"Whether it's fun or not has nothing to do with me, just get out of the way."
"Sorry, I can't agree to this request."
"Seeking death." Wu Zongming was furious. His body that had slowed down suddenly accelerated. The surface of his right fist was red, and it violently hit the opponent with boundless heat waves.
Human-level high-level martial arts—Fire Fist!
Zhang Haoran smiled and punched him as well.
Boom!
When the two fists touched, the surrounding walls and ground seemed to shake, and strong winds radiated in all directions.
Wu Zongming only felt his arm go numb, and there was a triple force coming from the opponent's fist. He immediately became unstable, took three steps back, and exclaimed in shock: "Liuyun triple force!"
Liuyun Sandie Jin is Liuyun Sect's signature martial arts. Although it is only a human-level high-level martial art, many inner disciples are practicing it and are reluctant to give up. The main reason is that this martial art has a special feature. The higher the strength, the triple strength.
The bigger the road, the less likely it is to fall behind.
Zhang Haoran shook his hands to extinguish the sparks on his fist, with a slightly surprised look on his face, "It seems that I have underestimated you, the Fiery Fire Fist actually breeds fire energy."
"Both each other." Wu Zongming did not dare to underestimate the other party, and the energy in his body was pushed to the limit, hiding but not speaking, speaking but not revealing, only waiting for a thunderous blow at the critical moment.
The look of surprise on his face disappeared, and Zhang Haoran laughed and said: "What about each other? Don't get me wrong, I only used seven percent of my strength just now."
Zhang Haoran is qualified to be arrogant. At only thirteen years old, he has not only cultivated his inner energy to the tenth level of the Qi training realm, reached the fifth level of Lingyun Kung, the highest level, and also practiced martial arts such as Liuyun Sandiejing to the Dacheng level.
There is no shortcoming, and he is confident that even if he encounters a warrior who has just advanced to the Ningzhen Realm, he can compete with one or two, let alone Wu Zongming.
Wu Zongming did not refute, because he knew that any words were useless, and the only thing that could really be valued was strength.
Peng!
Sparks appeared on the red fist, and more and more sparks formed, finally forming a faint flame, and the fist wrapped in flames was like a red-hot iron, hard and hot.
Wu Zongming sneered: "Aren't you the only one who failed to exert your full strength?"
"Interesting, interesting?"
Zhang Haoran was stunned, with traces of anger bursting out of his eyes. The opponent's repeated hidden strength made him feel underestimated. After all, when he usually fights against others, who dares not to use all his strength, otherwise he would have beaten him long ago.
Can't find the north.
A more intense battle is about to break out.
At this moment, a figure flashed over. Seeing the two people confronting each other, he cautiously slowed down and moved to the other side of the passage.
It's Ye Chen!
Although he was much slower than Wu Zongming and Zhang Haoran when he went all out, he was not comparable to others. After all, when faced with a clumsy and dull wooden man, subtle moves would often give him a greater advantage, and head-on confrontation would be asking for trouble.
"I didn't expect that these two people ignored the competition and started fighting in the wooden man alley." Observing that the nearby wall was damaged, Ye Chen knew that a big battle had taken place here without guessing, and the outcome should be indistinguishable, or maybe even worse.
Just testing each other out.
But they don't care about the ranking in the competition, Ye Chen does!
If these two people are still unwilling to give up the fight, the first place is likely to be his. In this case, the victory may be a bit unwarranted, but who would dislike the idea of pie in the sky?
With a flash of footsteps, Ye Chen was about to enter the passage.
"How dare you, when will it be your turn?" Zhang Haoran was already a little annoyed, but seeing Ye Chen ignoring them and wanting to enter the passage directly, his anger immediately exploded on him.
Zhang Haoran pulled and released his right hand, and icy cold energy spurted out. Wherever he went, a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.
Human-level high-level martial arts—Han Dip Palm!
Ye Chen was frightened and angry. He and Zhang Haoran could say that they had no grudges, but he never expected that the other party would hit the heart with the cold soaking palm. With his cultivation at the tenth level of the Qi training realm, it was definitely more powerful than ordinary people.
The disciple's top-level human-level martial arts are even more powerful.
"Landslide!"
The fine steel sword was unsheathed, and Ye Chen swept away with the momentum of the mountain collapse and landslide, as fast as lightning and flint, and disappeared in a flash.
It is the move that is famous for its footwork and speed among the Thirteen Swords of Gufeng.
Kerala!
The place where Ye Chen originally stayed was covered in biting frost. You can imagine what would happen if Ye Chen didn't dodge.
Keeping his distance from Zhang Haoran, Ye Chen said expressionlessly: "This is too much!"
"You are just a disciple of the sixth level of Qi training realm. How can He Dehe be ranked third? Don't even think about being first. Just stay here." Zhang Haoran didn't take Ye Chen seriously at all, even though he just
He dodged his own palm.
Clay figurines all have bad tempers, not to mention the young and energetic Ye Chen. Cold light shot out from his eyes. The joints in Ye Chen's palms bulged and he held the hilt of the sword tightly. Although he was not sure at all, he really wanted to fight to the death.
Don't hurt the other person.
"Why, you still want to take action? Believe it or not, I will destroy you now. When the superiors investigate, I will be punished a little at most. No one will give up this genius of mine for you." Zhang Haoran sneered, with a hint of murderous intent.
Wu Zongming on the side had no reason to let Zhang Haoran continue to be arrogant, and said sarcastically: "What a powerful person, I want to see how you defeat him in front of me."
Zhang Haoran said grimly: "Wu Zongming, are you determined to be right with me? Don't regret it."
"It's a joke, I have nothing to regret."
"Hmph, let's see who becomes the Ningzhen Realm warrior first! But I'll kill this guy right in front of you."
His body suddenly elongated, Zhang Haoran's left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was full of frost energy, and he took Ye Chen's big head straight in his stride.