A huge amount of vitality poured out of him, with a hint of earthy yellow.

This person turned out to be a three-grade martial artist, which surprised Yan Liwei.

It seems that Zhang Zhidong really doesn't want to see cultivators, and if he wants to fight for military merits under his hands, he has to find his own way.

"It's good to come!" Yan Li turned a few thoughts in his heart, his movements were not slow, first he waved the Ji paper kite back, and then his right hand was clenched into a fist, gathering a large amount of vitality at the meridian node of his right arm, and finally he didn't dodge or dodge, and raised his fist to meet it without any fancy.

Boom!

The confrontation between vitality and vitality, the explosion that came out, made people's eardrums unbearable.

The onlookers took a few steps back in unison.

Looking at the stage again, his spirit was shocked, because Yan Li was blown away by this punch and almost fell off the stage.

"Ha, what a master of the Tianjiao list, he can't even catch a punch from our captain. ”

"That's it, I think this list is just like that, any cat or dog, you can be on it. ”

Yan Li slowly calmed his breathing, raised his right arm and looked at it, purple and red bruises appeared in the area below his elbow, and there were gradually signs of swelling, and the pain in his heart made fine sweat break out on his forehead.

"Are you crazy?" Ji Paper Kite couldn't help but walk up and said, "What you are good at is swords, all you cultivate is sword skills, and you use your body to collide with him, a cultivator who refines your body, when did you become so stupid?"

Yan Li said angrily: "I'm out of love, it's not okay to be in a bad mood." What kind of person are you, so wide. ”

Ji Paper Kite's face turned white with anger, almost all the teachings she received in her life were teaching her to control herself, because to be a real emperor, you have to be angry, sad, and happy...... All the excitement is hidden in the heart. But this man, any word or look, can affect her heart, so that her mood suddenly rises from hell to heaven, and then from heaven to hell all at once.

How did Yan Li know her mood, if he knew the meaning of this, he would be ecstatic. Just because he didn't know, he continued to vent, shook his hand, and glared at Wang Chuan: "Come again!"

Wang Chuan stood still, his face full of grief and indignation: "Yan Li, don't deceive people too much, don't I even have the qualifications to let you draw your sword?"

"When I draw my sword now, I insult it. Yan Li said lightly, "I can't draw my sword, because I'm not a real swordsman now, and that's disrespectful to you." ”

Of course, Wang Chuan didn't understand his mood, even if he did, he wouldn't understand, because he couldn't wait to swallow Yan Li alive, Yan Li was not a person in his eyes, how could he understand a guy who was not a human being?

"Since you're asking for your own hardship, don't blame my men for being ruthless!" he roared and rushed forward.

Boom!

Still without any fancy collisions, Yan was further away from this time, but he had mastered some of the tricks of punching, and the wounded area of his right arm became smaller.

"Come again!" Without waiting for the audience to laugh, Yan Li seemed to really want to ask for his own hardships, and quickly returned to Xuanyuan Terrace, and tapped the ground twice on his toes, and he had already come to the top of Wang Chuan's head.

Wang Chuan's pupils contracted suddenly, because he found that the vitality on Yan Li's body also had a faint earthy yellow.

Although it is very faint, it means that the nature of his vitality is changing, changing towards the effect that is unique to a certain method.

The method he practiced was called "King Kong Jue", and after practicing, the skin was rough and thick, and the destructive power was amazing. But he has practiced for so many years before he can enter the door, and now Yan Li has only touched him twice, as if he suddenly comprehended the essence of the Vajra Jue, how can he not be frightened.

Or swing your fist to meet it.

Boom!

It's obviously a pair of meat fists, and when they collide, it's like two stubborn stones.

This time, Yan Li simply flew out.

Wang Chuan was a little incredulous, because he found that Yan Li's fist had not become stronger, but had just become good-looking.

But this time, when Yan Li Fei fell out, all the punch strength was unloaded, and it didn't cause any damage to his arm.

Yan Li got up and came to the stage again, like a bull that refused to admit defeat, knocked down again and again, and got up again and again, even Ji Paper Kite already thought that he was masochistic, but Wang Chuan gradually discovered that every time Yan Li got up, he left a little strength with his fist.

This little bit of force caused his arm to be injured again. Because he couldn't use nine points of strength, he completely resisted Wang Chuan's fist.

Each time he made his entire right hand swell, it was shocking.

But only Wang Chuan knew that Yan Li's hand bones were not hurt at all, and even this little swelling would subside in two or three days.

But the onlookers didn't know, so the ridicule, disdain, and numbness were all attracted by Yan Li, and were attracted by his right hand, which was swollen like a pig's trotter.

Yan Li finally stopped rushing and stood on the stage, as if he would fall down at any time.

Ji Paper Kite came up to support him, her face was expressionless, she would never show a little distress, even if it was really painful.

However, Yan Li is really in pain, and sweating profusely can't deceive people. He gasped and swept his gaze over everyone in the audience: "The price I pay with one hand is to tell you that nothing is impossible, even if I don't use a sword, I can resist Captain Wang's fierce attack, in the same way, even if we don't have a chance to get military merits, can't we create opportunities ourselves?"

Wang Chuan's cheeks twitched, obviously he was being attacked by the other party, but it turned out to be the opposite. However, he couldn't refute Yan Li's words, because Yan Li did not use his sword to block his fist, although every time he took the initiative to attack, although every time he repelled him, he gave up the pursuit because of the painful expression he showed.

Now that I think about it, I'm just an idiot.

The first thing Yan Li has to do is to bring this lifeless place to life.

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on everyone's faces, and he recorded everyone's performance.

Wang Chuan had already understood Yan Li's intentions, and deep in his heart, somehow a glimmer of hope was born, and he said in a deep voice: "Lord Duwei is right, if we want to leave this ghost place, we must create opportunities by ourselves. ”

His words were still quite influential, and everyone looked at each other, and their numb faces finally had a hint of expression.

But how do you create opportunities?

Then something happened that everyone didn't expect.

Just behind the Xuanyuan Terrace, a simple wall made of oak trunks was suddenly broken.

The man was like a chariot, rushing in with a strange scream, and looked at the wall as if it were nothing.

As soon as this person appeared, everyone's faces changed, including Ji Paper Kite.

"Desert, desert, deserted!" a soldier let out a hysterical roar with all his strength.