The deafening roar was like a thunderclap under the clear sky, and the six elders who were fighting against Zhao Fan flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, knocking the attic courtyard wall more than ten meters away into a crash, and the mouthful of blood kept gushing, and everyone in the Huangfu family had an unbelievable look in their eyes.

"How is this possible?"

"He's just born, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. With such strength in front of the Grandmaster, immortality is already a blessing, how can he defeat the sixth child?"

The Third Elder finally understood why the Sixth Elder was so angry after hearing his accusation, it turned out that he really couldn't beat the young man in front of him who obviously only had innate strength.

A dignified grandmaster, his strength is very different from his innate strength, but in the face of such an opponent, the six elders have no chance of winning at all. And this opponent has always been all kinds of cynicism, which makes him so angry that he is about to explode.

In such a situation, how can he be in a good mood?

"Sixth, how are you, is there anything wrong?"

The third elder still felt a little guilty in his heart, and while staring at Zhao Fan vigilantly, he reached out and helped the sixth elder who was lying on the ground weakly.

"He should have used some kind of secret method, otherwise his innate strength would definitely not be so strong. Delay as long as possible, and when his secret method is over, it will definitely be easy to kill him. ”

For the people of the Huangfu family, this situation was beyond their comprehension, so in the eyes of the six elders, it could only be this situation. After being helped up by the three elders, the man reached out to cover his chest, and said in a deep voice while coughing incessantly.

"I see, you have a good rest!"

The third elder's eyes flashed, and he also accepted this statement, and after comforting him softly, he strode towards Zhao Fan.

"Just one innate strength, actually let our Huangfu family use two grandmaster masters, even if you die, you can be proud!"

The third elder forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at Zhao Fan and said.

Zhao Fan was paying attention to the battle on Mo Feng's side at the moment, just now Mo Feng was worried that he would not be able to beat the opponent, but what he didn't know was that Zhao Fan was also worried that he would not be able to bear it.

However, everything changed when Zhao Fan defeated the opponent, and after being relieved, Mo Feng had no distractions, and instantly gained the upper hand, and the opponent who originally felt that he had a few chances of winning was regressed step by step by his iron fist bombardment, and had fallen into decline.

Zhao Fan also put his mind at ease, and after hearing the words of the third elder, he rushed over without nonsense at all.

"I'd like to see how long your secret art lasts!"

The Third Elder was actually already a little anxious.

The three grandmasters of the Huangfu family have already lost one. And the other four elders have now fallen into disadvantage, if he can't defeat Zhao Fan in time, the Huangfu family will no longer have a chance to win this battle.

But he can't be in a hurry, Zhao Fan's current "secret technique" has not disappeared, and fighting with him hard can only increase consumption, which is also unfavorable to the battle situation.

He had already hated Zhao Fan to the extreme in his heart, and in his opinion, the young man in front of him was completely an iron lock across the river, which put him in a dilemma.

Zhao Fan doesn't have so many ideas, there are still millions of experience points left to upgrade, and he can get a little bit of it, this is a grandmaster-level master in front of him, and he can't waste anything about tens of thousands of experience points.

The three elders took a defensive position, wanting to grind until Zhao Fan's "secret technique" disappeared, and Zhao Fan was naturally very happy. The two of them used palm techniques, constantly wandering and making moves, and the terrifying wind kicked up billowing smoke and dust, hitting no one up or down.

The three elders' wishful thinking was about to come to naught after all, because the battle between the two had only lasted less than two minutes, and a muffled snort came from beside them. The four elders who were fighting against Mo Feng were negligent, and they were punched in the chest, and although the clicking sound was subtle, it was like thunder in the ears of everyone in the Huangfu family.

Although the four elders who had been injured still wanted to hold on, they no longer had any meaning in front of Mo Feng's fierce fist technique, and it had no effect except for being punched several times in a short moment.

Although the battle between Zhao Fan and the Third Elder is still ongoing, the outcome of this battle has basically been decided.

Zhao Fan was only an innate strength, but Mo Feng was a real grandmaster master, if he joined the battle group, the three elders would definitely be defeated.

"Damn, why isn't his secret art over yet!"

"When did the Heavenly Dragon Academy have such a magical secret technique?"

As long as you are not blind, you can see the situation in front of you clearly, and everyone in the Huangfu family is pale and trembling. I only hope that a miracle will happen and that the three elders can kill Zhao Fan in the next moment, and there may be some chances of winning this battle.

"Has Childe reached such a level now? There is still a congenital above the transformation realm, and there is a master like a grandmaster above the congenital!"

"The old courtyard master is indeed worthy of being the master of the Tianlong Academy, he has been sharpening a sword for twenty years, and when this sword is shot, the ancient martial forces will probably be surprised!"

The three members of the Gu family looked at Zhao Fan, who was fighting with the three elders, and looked at the terrifying momentum, only to know that before they knew it, Zhao Fan had reached the point where they could only look up.

"Childe, let me come!"

Mo Feng saw that Zhao Fan had been unable to solve the Third Elder, thinking that he had consumed too much, and he couldn't resist it, so he came to his side in a few steps, looked at the Third Elder with blazing eyes, and shouted in a low voice.

"No need, I'll play with him for a while!"

Zhao Fan smiled, did not accept his kindness, but took the initiative to launch an offensive against the three elders.

"Okay, since I have forced my Emperor Fushuo to this step, then I will let you die!"

The situation in front of him had already made the third elder dare not hesitate, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. After a sharp palm blasted out, he reached out and pulled it out in his arms, and felt out two metal fist gloves with strange shapes.

"Did the Third Elder actually take out all this thing?"

"The strength of the Tianlong Academy, it is actually so strong now? This meteorite iron fist was originally intended by the three elders to be used against Zhao Tianlong, but now it was actually forced to be exposed in advance and used on this young man's body?"

After a slight clicking sound, the blackened fist gloves were attached to Huang Fushuo's hand very closely, and a cold breath instantly enveloped the small courtyard, the temperature of the air dropped sharply, and the breath exhaled by everyone when they breathed was already a burst of white mist.

"This was originally prepared for your Tianlong Academy, Zhao Tianlong, and it is your glory to be able to die under the artifact that our Huangfu family has built for thirty years!"

Forced to take out this thing in advance, Huang Fushuo's face turned pale, and after gritting his teeth, he rushed towards Zhao Fan without the slightest pause.

It wasn't until this man made a move that everyone understood the strangeness of this thing.

The whistling sound was extremely sharp, even the other people on the side, hearing this sound, they were upset, and there was a tumbling between the chest and abdomen, and the breath was instantly disordered.

And Zhao Fan, who bore the brunt of the attack, needless to say, the nameless exercise that was running at full strength was suffocated for the first time, his breath fluttered wildly, and the meridians of his whole body were in great pain under this impact, and a muffled snort came out of his mouth.

The master has made a move, the victory or defeat is in an instant, since Huang Fushuo has made a move, where is there any reason to hesitate?

At the same time as Zhao Fan let out a muffled snort, the spiked meteorite fist slammed into his chest, and after a muffled sound, his body was blasted out, and the red blood in the holes the size of four fingers in his chest was particularly shocking.

And this punch not only injured him, but also a cold and piercing breath penetrated his heart, making his body full of a thin layer of hoarfrost.

It's still summer, and the horror of this fist glove in such a hot season can actually emit such an extremely cold breath, and its horror and wonder can already be seen.

"Childe!"

Mo Feng on the side let out an exclamation, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly bullied himself and blocked in front of Zhao Fan.

"Don't worry, you're all going to die anyway!"

Seeing that this fist glove was so powerful, Huang Fushuo's expression was also much relaxed, with a cruel smile on his face, and he shot towards Mo Feng without stopping.

Since he had already moved this thing, he would not let go of anyone here, whether it was Zhao Fan and Mo Feng, or anyone from the Gu family, he would kill him.

In his mind, the biggest enemy of the ancient martial forces has always been Zhao Tianlong, the master of the Tianlong Academy. In order to defeat him, the Huangfu family spent countless manpower and material resources for so many years to create this thing, and Zhao Tianlong must not be allowed to take precautions in advance.

The extremely cold breath became more and more intense, making people's blood almost coagulate, and the sharp hissing sound made people roll in their chests and abdomen, and Mo Feng's fierce fist was also affected, and the speed was many times slower than before.

It's all the strength of the grandmaster, and this kind of influence is enough to influence the battle situation, and after a muffled sound, Mo Feng, who was blocking in front of Zhao Fan, was blasted out without accident.

Although he is the strength of a grandmaster, how can his defensive power be compared to Zhao Fan? This punch directly hit his chest and neck and broke, and a large mouthful of blood continued to gush, his face was as pale as paper, and he could no longer get up.

"It's over!"

The hearts of everyone on the side of the Heavenly Dragon Courtyard were cold, and the expressions on their faces were full of despair.

"Sending you on the road, with so many people as companions, none of you will be alone on the Huangquan Road!"

With the victory ticket in hand, Huang Fushuo did not hesitate to bully in front of Mo Feng, his fist roared, and he slammed down on the top of his head.

"Boom!"

There was another dull sound, but Huang Fushuo's punch did not hit Mo Feng.

At the critical moment, Zhao Fan got up suddenly, slapped down with all his palm, and forcibly slapped the person back five or six steps, the terrifying fist wind bombarded the ground, and a hole was blasted out of the hard ground, and countless broken bricks splashed everywhere.

"Childe, you go quickly, leave me alone!"

Mo Feng, who had already closed his eyes and was waiting for death, saw Zhao Fan who was blocking him, spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and shouted anxiously.

"Childe, let's go!"

"Stay in the green mountains and don't be afraid of no firewood, you have to survive to avenge us!"

Gu Bochong and the others also knew that they had fallen into a dead end now, and when they saw that Zhao Fan could still stand up, they all shouted anxiously.

"The Guwu family is really not to be underestimated, there are still some things that can be taken out!"

"Since you think I've used a secret technique, then I'll show you what a real secret technique is!"

It wasn't until this moment that Zhao Fan's chaotic aura calmed down. Without hesitation, he crushed the defensive talisman in his hand, let out a sneer in his mouth, and rushed towards Huangfu Shuo without evasion.

"Childe, don't!"

Mo Feng and the others were anxious, but they had no choice but to watch Zhao Fan collide with Huangfu Shuo's weird fist gloves again.

The next moment, Huang Fushuo's punch hit Zhao Fan again without accident. And Zhao Fan's palm, which flashed with thunder light, was also imprinted on his chest at the same time......