The first rays of the morning sun shine on the wilderness and illuminate the heavens and the earth.

Yang Fan moved instantly.

His dark blue suit, in the sun, is unusually dazzling, and his speed and power are at their best.

But he didn't expect that he had been pondering for two hours before, and he had a solution to the opponent's moves, which could be used, and found that it was not like that.

If you can't beat each other, you can only fight against each other.

Looking at the slanted face and smiling with ease, in front of him, Yang Fan was full of blood and brain, and his moves were frequent.

Even sometimes, he almost couldn't resist using his soul technique.

"Damn it!"

"He doesn't use soul skills, and I will never use them!"

"I don't believe in my peers, who surpass me in martial arts!"

Yang Fan gritted his teeth secretly.

After fighting for half an hour, he was a little exhausted, and he struggled to support it.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart:

Is the physical strength on the other side so good?

Continue to persist until Yang Fan's legs are sore, his arms are a little swollen, and even some of his brain is deprived of oxygen.

A full hour of high-intensity combat is even more exhausting than half a day of training.

Yang Fan couldn't hold on a little anymore.

Sou!

After a punch, the person in front of him dodged backwards.

He's gone.

'Hell he's finally gone!'

Yang Fan cursed in his heart, he stood in place, motionless, and waited for five minutes before slowly walking back to the resting stone and sitting next to his backpack.

Weakness in the hands and feet, even leg cramps.

"I can't move for the time being, so I'll rest first. ”

Yang Fan continued to take the medicine and restore the effect of the medicine, which was very effective.

Three hours later.

Yang Fan wanted to go to the depths of the jungle.

As soon as he picked up his backpack, his body stiffened.

The backpack fell to the ground with a pop.

I saw thirty meters ahead.

The man with the slanting face and smiling mask is here again!

"Are you the devil?"

Yang Fan suddenly gritted his teeth.

Why is this man still eyeing himself?

Yang Fan clenched his fists, and he dodged up directly.

Every time he took the lead, he felt that he could kill the other party.

He'd always thought so.

He wanted to use his martial arts to press the slanted smile on the ground and explode the hammer.

If the other party doesn't use soul skills, I will never use them!

Isn't it just positive?

Who have I been afraid of, Yang Fan, the Marquis of Beiwu.

But it's going to be fighting.

Yang Fan's mentality has changed.

"Who the hell is this man, who is this man?"

"What's going on with his physical strength?"

"I can't move anymore!!"

Yang Fan's eyes were red.

It's another one-trick fight.

The other party just left with a swagger.

"I'm TM!"

Yang Fan didn't stand for a few minutes, he didn't pretend, I had a showdown, and I was already tired of being a dog.

He sat on the ground, slowly moved his buttocks, came to the knapsack, took out the potion, and continued to take the drug.

"What a madman, madman, his martial arts skills are so high. ”

Yang Fan frowned and thought deeply:

"My eighth move, if I can go one point faster, I will definitely hit him in the armpit. ”

"My side-tilt fist should also be a little more curved. ”

"He's very strong, and my martial arts can also be improved. ”

Yang Fan is realizing, after fighting three times, he has found many flaws in his martial arts.

I can't feel it when I fight with others, and I can't fight against masters, every minute and second, it makes people's scalp tingle, and he begins to discover his flaws.

At the same time, not far from the stone platform.

Ning Feng ate a herb and thought to himself:

"Yang Fan's martial arts skills are indeed good. ”

"It has a good effect on my demon shadow technique, and it is estimated that after a few fights, I will be able to become familiar with the moves I have learned these days. ”

"Combat is the best way to master the moves you have learned. ”

"After the meridians were fully opened, it took more than 20 days for my body to recover and become normal. ”

Ning Feng's thoughts settled.

After resting for two hours, he always observed Yang Fan from a distance.

I saw that he had the intention of leaving.

Ning Feng jumped off the stone platform.

Bang!

When Yang Fan saw the masked man with a slanted face and a smile, he came again!

He threw his backpack to the ground with all his might.

He rushed into the crown with rage and came with a storm.

Eighty minutes of fighting.

Yang Fan's darker face began to turn white.

Ning Feng was also a little tired, but the fight was comfortable, and he felt that it was almost over, so he withdrew.

In this way, in this canyon, battles took place one after another.

Another day's time, passed.

Not even at night.

"It's the eighth time, aren't you sleeping?"

Yang Fan said with annoyance: "Are you tired, if you are not tired, I am still tired, otherwise we will fight with real swords and guns, or we will use our soul skills to fight with all our might." ”

As a result, the other party still didn't come up with soul skills.

Yang Fan is also very strong, I can't come out of the enemy, fight martial arts, I will never be cowardly!

After a fight, the other party leaves.

Yang Fan found that his recovery potion had eaten five bottles in just two days, and only the last bottle was left.

"Oh my God. ”

"He's the devil, isn't he?"

"This man is really ruthless. ”

Yang Fan's arrogance, his mentality towards the first person of his generation in terms of martial arts, collapsed.

"These times, I also studied his movements, continued to meditate, and next time I will defeat him. ”

Yang Fan rummaged through his backpack.

He was stunned for a second.

"Compressed food is gone?"

He brought less compressed food, and he liked barbecue, so he brought a set of barbecue seasonings.

He thought about it, was alone, didn't take his backpack, and ran out quickly.

Returned an hour later.

He carried two rabbits in his hand, cleaned up briefly, and barbecued.

At this time, the sky was just dawning.

"I don't know when he's coming. ”

Yang Fan still misses it a little.

He pondered while barbecuing: "According to the time, it's almost over, this time I'm going to record the battle scene, I won't go to the depths of the mountains, I don't believe I can't win you." ”

Yang Fan planned to study the other party carefully.

He put the smart bracelet on the stone platform and began to record here.

Really!

Ten minutes later.

The man in the slanting smile mask is here!

"Your Excellency, don't do anything, listen to me. ”

Yang Fan immediately said: "We have also fought so many times, and we have never used soul skills, nor have we used weapons, you and I have very high martial arts, our strength is equal, and we are also people in the same way, why don't we eat this roast rabbit first and then fight?"

"Don't eat, after this fight, I'm going back, and you can continue to practice. ”

Ning Feng said a word, and he slowly approached.

"Really?" Yang Fan grinned, he stood up, his eyes were full of war, and he rubbed his hands and said:

"Your moves and routines, I have figured it out, I have fought so many times, you have not had the upper hand once, blindly defending is losing, I just can't figure out your body, this time, I have thought of the corresponding means, are you ready to heal the potion?"

"I'm going to take the initiative this time. Ning Feng said a word, and his body suddenly moved.

The speed was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to capture the trajectory of action, leaving three slowly dissipating figures on his route, a strange body style, and the moment after the cast, Yang Fan's pupils shrank.

"He's fast again!"

Yang Fan immediately dodged to the side, and at the same time, his fists and feet were quickly deployed.

His moves open and close, like stormy waves.

But he never expected it this time.

Under the high-frequency fight between the two, the enemy's offensive seemed to destroy the world and suffocated.

Just five seconds.

Yang Fan began to retreat.

"This ...... What kind of move is this?"

Yang Fan was shocked.

His moves have changed from all-out attacks and confrontations to all-round defense.

Bang!

Just fifteen seconds.

Yang Fan was punched in the chest.

He was beaten stupidly, and he retreated more than ten meters, feeling dizzy in his brain and stuffy in his chest.

"Poof,"

Spit out a mouthful of blood to soothe it.

"You!"

Yang Fan looked at Ning Feng in shock: "You actually hide your strength?"

"Very surprised?" Ning Feng slowly approached: "Your martial arts skills are not bad, but they are still a little short. ”

With Ning Feng's current training and understanding of the Demon Shadow Technique, he would be able to see through Yang Fan's move routines.

After these battles, Ning Feng had a thorough understanding of the moves he had learned, and he felt that he was almost there, so he planned to fight one last time, so that the other party could experience the feeling of being abused.

Sou!

Ning Feng rushed over and strengthened the frequency of some battles.

Mountains and tsunamis!

The sky is falling apart!

The world is destroyed!

Yang Fan felt that the other party's attack was simply suffocating.

He started to get hit again.

He was extremely indignant.

I was able to defend just now, but now I don't even have the qualifications to defend?

Is he a devil, and what level is his martial arts?

Until Yang Fan's face was punched.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

With such a handsome face, he is also willing to fight?

"Enough!"

Zheng!

A cold light flickered.

Yang Fan's right hand slashed from his waist.

An iron rod-like thing appeared, and with a flick of it, it stretched up and down, and a silver spear head unfolded.

Folding spear weapons!

Nearly three meters in length, when Yang Fan held a spear, his momentum continued to rise.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said angrily:

"You shouldn't have punched me in the face, now, take out your weapons and we'll fight head-on. ”

Ning Feng didn't respond, he dodged up.

Spearmanship and martial arts both belong to the classification of combat skills.

But if there is a combat skill, Ning Feng has a grasp of dealing with it, and the subtlety of the Demon Shadow Technique is far beyond the classification of combat skills in this world.

The other party didn't come out with a soul technique, and Ning Feng didn't plan to retreat.

Whew!

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan's marksmanship was very mysterious.

Ning Feng circled around at first, but he couldn't get close, and was even pressed back by Yang Fan.

"My sword technique is just at the perfect level in the foundation, and I haven't learned the Star Soul sword technique yet, so I can't beat him with a knife. ”

"But the Demon Shadow Trick can. ”

Ning Feng's figure became more and more erratic, and his fists and feet kept hitting the body of the spear from a tricky angle, dodging the sharp spear head.

Two figures, in the canyon, are constantly fighting.

Thirty seconds.

Bang!

Ning Feng found an opportunity, made a weird dodge, and then rushed forward, a set of gorgeous moves, and kicked Yang Fan's abdomen with his right foot.

He kicked him upside down for more than ten meters and landed on the ground.

Yang Fan struck angrily.

Haven't shot a spear yet?

The phantom of his soul star appeared.

But suddenly I found that the slanting smiling man in front of him was standing in place, and he had no intention of making a move.

"Don't fight?" Yang Fan took a deep breath and dispersed the soul star phantom.

"It's a good opponent. ”

Ning Feng left a word, turned around and walked away.

"Wait!"

Yang Fan was silent for two seconds, and then he spoke, "What's your name?"

Ning Feng's footsteps paused slightly, leaving a false name: "Heavenly Scar." ”

"Skymarks?"

Yang Fan arched his hand: "I remember you, your martial arts skills are amazing, very strong, and you have demonic nature, you deserve the title of 'Martial Demon', in the future, I will call you the Martial Demon Heavenly Scar, I will take you as the goal, train martial arts, defeat you, and prove my name as the Marquis of Northern Martial Arts." ”

The circle of young people in China is not large, and Yang Fan believes that he will be able to meet this person soon.

Next time, he must defeat him with martial arts.

Maybe the two can get to know each other.

His martial arts skills are so superb, and his weekday training must be like a crazy demon, and this dedication from Yang Fan's brain has given him a mentality of friendship and admiration.

To put it bluntly, he was convinced, although it was temporary, but this is enough to show that Yang Fan's mentality has changed.

"Martial Demon Scarlet?"

After Ning Feng heard the words, he smiled faintly, looked at the rising sun in the distance, his figure flashed, and disappeared into the jungle.