Three days is not a long time, in these three days, Ning Chuan should eat, drink, and sleep, and he did not feel the slightest nervousness because of the battle with Dong Bole, but was very relaxed.

In Zhongzhou City, almost everyone knew that Ning Chuan was going to face Dong Bole, and all the residents in Zhongzhou City, as long as Ning Chuan came to their store, they would not accept a piece of Yuan Jing from Ning Chuan.

It can be said that now Ning Chuan is the representative of Zhongzhou, and all the people in Zhongzhou, or their descendants, hope that Ning Chuan can win this victory.

In the blink of an eye, it has been three days, noon has arrived, and Ning Chuan has already stood in the agreed place, and after a while, Dong Bole fluttered over, dressed in white, like a beautiful boy who walked out of the painting.

In the outside world, Dong Bole will definitely have a large number of fans, but in Zhongzhou City, no matter men, women and children, there is only hostility towards him.

"Are you ready?"

Putting away the folding fan, Dong Bole said with a relaxed face.

He stood there like this, and he had already suppressed his cultivation to the middle stage of the Returning Yuan Realm, but it made Ning Chuan's eyes cold.

Even though he had entered the subtle realm, Ning Chuan, who was extremely good at finding people's flaws, felt that he was invulnerable when facing Dong Bole's casual stop.

He seemed to be in heaven and earth, no matter which direction Ning Chuan shot, he could resist it.

"It is worthy of being the famous Dong Bole of Nanling, even if it is the Guiyuan Realm, it can have such a powerful momentum!"

He couldn't help but admire, the solemn color in Ning Chuan's eyes had become more and more intense, he knew that this was definitely the most powerful mid-stage cultivator of the Returning Yuan Realm he had ever seen.

"It's good for you to be able to reach that level!"

To Ning Chuan's surprise, Dong Bole, who had always been arrogant, also had a smile on his face at this time, so he was only sincere, without the slightest hint of mockery.

"Sympathy?"

A word appeared in Ning Chuan's mind, but they obviously didn't reach the point where that master was as lonely as snow!

"So...... Here we go!"

Dong Bole's smile was very precious, and after putting it away, his voice had already cooled down, and he instantly entered a state of battle, leaving an afterimage in place, and then swept a gust of wind towards him.

The master was opposite, Ning Chuan also put away other thoughts, his pupils contracted for a while, and he instantly captured Dong Bole's figure, and instead of choosing to fight back, he stepped on Luo Yanbu, and a trace of green smoke rolled up on his feet, and he took ten steps back.

However, Dong Bole was menacing, and he didn't mean to let Ning Chuan go, and rushed up again, like a predatory tiger, vowing to wipe Ning Chuan into his fangs.

Ning Chuan, who has experienced a hundred battles, has long been very familiar with various combat methods, and in the face of the menacing Dong Bole, Ning Chuan did not panic, and after retreating a certain distance, he stopped suddenly.

"Bang!"

After stepping on the ground with one foot and stabilizing his body, the other foot kicked up violently, and made a dull sound when he met Dong Bole's fist.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

The strength of both of them is not weak, and after taking four or five steps back at the same time, they are far away.

"In Nanling, there are very few people with such a strong body as you!"

Dong Bole admired again, his hands trembled, obviously the kick just now made his hands tremble, and he was unloading the power in it.

"There is only a specialization in the art industry, if I guessed correctly, your most powerful should be your folding fan, right?"

Smiling slightly, Ning Chuan was not proud, he knew that it was just a temptation just now, and Dong Bole's true strength had not yet been brought into play.

"Not bad!"

Dong Bole stretched his hand, and the folding fan was held by him, and the extremely weak folding fan really didn't seem to have any offensive power.

But Ning Chuan did not let down his vigilance.

Folding fans are rarely used to make weapons, but if someone uses them to make weapons, there must be a set of methods, and because of the rarity, the attack method is unpredictable, and it will be more surprisingly successful.

"Brush!"

Without saying a word, with a flick of the folding fan, a strong wind comparable to a sword swept over Ning Chuan, and at that moment, Ning Chuan also discovered the peculiarity of the folding fan.

This strong wind, although it is not a sword qi, can be called a sword qi, the coverage area is still very large, and it is also very easy to hit the target.

"Just let me try the water!"

In the first confrontation, Ning Chuan didn't want to retreat, and instantly put the blood dragon ascension and overlord divine skills into operation, the strength of the physical body reached the extreme, his fists were clenched, and the green tendons burst out, condensing a strong martial arts, and blasted out with a punch.

"Boom!"

The explosion sounded, and above Ning Chuan's fists, a blood mark appeared, and the blood fell dripping.

"Ahem......"

Similarly, Dong Bole was not comfortable, coughing lightly, and the corners of his mouth were already dyed with a hint of red.

"Good!"

What Ning Chuan suffered was just a skin injury, but Dong Bole hurt his lungs, this time in the confrontation, Ning Chuan had a small advantage, and the cheers of countless cultivators in Zhongzhou City suddenly rang out.

"It's kind of interesting!"

After taking a few deep breaths, after Dong Bole recovered, his face began to become serious,

It is no exaggeration to say that Ning Chuan's strength is also a leader in their group, and if he doesn't have some real skills today, it is not impossible to capsize in the gutter.

As soon as Dong Bole's voice fell, he moved again, flicked his hands, and the paper fan in his hand flew over like blood droplets, directly taking Ning Chuan's head.

The speed is very fast, but if you want to cause substantial damage to Ning Chuan, it is too whimsical, two feet a little, after Ning Chuan staggered a step, he threw out a few punches one after another, and the seven rings and eight fists had already been cast, and the sound of explosions echoed in the sky for a long time.

Pure strength coupled with strong Yuan force, the seven rings and eight fists are not strong, Dong Bole's eyes flashed a trace of color, and the next moment, his hands danced quickly, like a mountain and a sea of palms, and the golden light was brilliant.

The two canceled each other out, and this attack was said to be a draw, but Dong Bole, who stopped, had a smile on his face.

"Not good!"

His heart sank, Ning Chuan had already thought of something, and hurriedly twisted Luo Yanbu, wanting to escape.

However, he was still a step too slow, and the folding fan didn't know that it was suitable and had returned behind Ning Chuan, two in one life, three in three, and thousands of lives.

Of course, thousands are still very exaggerated, but around Ning Chuan, there are indeed dense folding fans, they are pulled by a Yuan force, and the entire space is blocked, even if Ning Chuan wants to use Luo Yanbu to leave, he can't do it.

"This is my folding fan realm, with my current cultivation, it can only be used to such an extent, you might as well try to break through?"

With his hands suspended in the void, Dong Bole did not continue to move, but let Ning Chuan break through very magnanimously.

This is self-confidence, the so-called art master is bold, which was used to describe Ning Chuan, but now it is used to describe Dong Bole, and it is not an exaggeration.

Ning Chuan did not postpone it, such a one-move battle can be said to be the fairest, when even if the power is used on the fist, one punch will blast out.

"Whew!"

The sound of breaking the sky came from Ning Chuan's hand, and around his fist, gusts of wind rolled up, and the next moment, the countless folding fans seemed to be swept up by Ning Chuan's wind, slowly spinning, and turning faster and faster!

"Brush!"

A white light flashed, and a folding fan broke away and swept towards Ning Chuan, without hesitation, Ning Chuan hit the folding fan with a punch.

As if hitting a stone, a hard feeling came from his hand, and the folding fan was not shattered by a punch, but bounced back, driving the three folding fans and flying over again.

"Huh?"

As if he didn't believe in evil, Ning Chuan punched again, blasting back the four folding fans, there is no doubt that this time there were more folding fans, a full sixteen handles, and the momentum was even stronger, constantly swept out towards Ning Chuan's vital point.

"Borrowing the power of people to launch an attack, such an enchantment, not only does it cost very little, but it is also very powerful, it is really wonderful!"

Above the sky, Ying Zaitian looked at the folding fan enchantment, not to mention how shocked he was, a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old could have such a profound understanding of cultivation, it was really terrifying.

To some extent, Ying Zai Tian is even more powerful than Ning Chuan!

"This enchantment is to use your strength to fight with strength, at the beginning, your strength is very small, and the attack you drive is also small, but the more you go back, the stronger your attack will be, and in the end, it will only turn countless folding fans into thousands of sword lights, killing you in it!"

Seeing that Ning Chuan's body was suffering more and more injuries, a smile also appeared on Dong Dongpo's face, and now, Ning Chuan had already appeared tired, and I am afraid that he would not be able to break through the folding fan barrier.

Although Ning Chuan's strength is good, but in the same realm, he is still a lot worse than him, but in Dongfeng Po's heart, he still hopes that Ning Chuan can grow up and have a truly unscrupulous battle with him in the future.

"Really?"

After hearing Dong Bole's voice, a smile also appeared on Ning Chuan's face.

Needless to say, he also knew the principle of the folding fan enchantment, but instead of stopping, he ran Luo Yanbu even more frantically, bombarding the folding fan with one punch, driving countless attacks to attack him!

Ning Chuan was not without a plan in the folding fan enchantment, and now his crazy move was part of the plan, before, it was just a temptation.

Not fighting an uncertain battle, this has always been Ning Chuan's heartbeat, how could he show all his strength in front of the enemy without knowing the strength of the other party?

"Ning Chuan, is this looking for death?"

The dense folding fan danced like a butterfly, and Ning Chuan was like a phantom, constantly shuttling through the gaps, his body was already bloody, but he still didn't give up.

No one knew what Ning Chuan was doing, not even Dong Bole knew, at this time, he even wanted to recall the folding fan enchantment, after all, if he wanted to win, he was already close to success.

He didn't want to hurt Ning Chuan's life.

"Brush!"

Under Ning Chuan's guidance, he finally made a small space in the folding fan enchantment, and at this time, he stopped abruptly, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

His hands danced quickly, turning into pieces of afterimage, and his voice echoed in Zhongzhou City for a long time: "Dong Bole, now I'll let you see clearly, how I broke your folding fan enchantment!"