At this time, a shadow appeared on the cliff, the owner of the shadow was slim, belonging to the kind of superb figure, the concave concave, the convex convex, just let people glance at it, and they couldn't take their eyes off it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This kind of woman does not want to say that she has a face that charms all beings, even if it is an ordinary face, she can attract the attention of men.

Not to mention that the woman in front of her is extremely beautiful, with a small silver porcelain face with an ethereal temperament.

"Wang Yan, it's you."

Zhang Fan frowned, but he was extremely angry in his heart, this woman didn't show the slightest mercy just now, if it weren't for Zhang Fan's strength, he would have fallen into the hands of this woman if he was another person.

Therefore, although the woman in front of him was extremely beautiful, Zhang Fan was not interested in it at all.

"It's okay, you can actually dodge my blow and hand over the fist-shaped grass."

Wang Yan was dressed in black, showing off her delicate figure well, but at this moment, Wang Yan's little face was cold, and she said coldly to Zhang Fan.

"Sneak attack me Zhang Fan, and you still want fist-shaped grass, is there such a cheap thing in this world?"

Zhang Fan was so angry that he laughed angrily, there are still such shameless women in the world, which simply opened a new door for Zhang Fan and gave Zhang Fan a new understanding of a person's shamelessness.

"Why are you still unwilling, it seems that you want me to use some means."

Wang Yan picked her eyes, for some reason Wang Yan always had an inexplicable hostility in her eyes when she looked at Zhang Fan, so she didn't spare the slightest hand in the fight with Zhang Fan.

Wang Yan's body moved slightly, and a sword had already appeared on her little hand, and the sword shot out a cold sword light, making Zhang Fan have no doubt about the sharpness of the sword.

"What a madwoman, what a madman."

Zhang Fan's face changed, isn't it just a fist-shaped grass, using it to kill it all like this? And what Wang Yan himself can comprehend is the sword momentum, what is the use of fist-shaped grass.

Zhang Fan scolded Wang Yan in his heart, this crazy woman, if he wasn't Wang Yan's opponent at this moment, Zhang Fan would definitely catch this woman and teach him a lesson, so that she could understand how high the sky and how thick the ground was, not everyone could provoke it.

Shout.

A sword light shot directly at Zhang Fan with a tearing force, Zhang Fan's face changed drastically, Wang Yan was the fourth largest existence on the Tianjiao list, and that kind of strength was even more terrifying than Su Feilai.

"Damn."

In a hurry, Zhang Fan smashed out a roaring punch, this punch was calm and powerful, but Zhang Fan understood that he would never be able to block Wang Yan's sword, and sneered.

The sword light flashed, and the power of the fist was directly torn apart, and it was killed towards Zhang Fan again.

Zhang Fan's arms stretched out, his fists overlapped, and a powerful fist was born, this fist was just born, and there was a domineering power that devoured the Eight Desolations.

The sword light flashed above the fist, and a hot blood was thrown directly in the air and shot towards Wang Yan.

Wang Yan immediately frowned, and with a wave of his hand, an air sword burst out, forcing the bright red blood away.

When Wang Yan opened her eyes, Zhang Fan's figure was gone.

Wang Yan frowned and said in a slightly praising tone, "Actually used the obstacle method to lure me to distract myself so that I could take the opportunity to escape, the method is good, but how easy is it to escape from my Wang Yan's sight." ”

Wang Yan's cold little face suddenly bloomed with a smile, if Zhang Fan was here, he would definitely be surprised, Wang Yan, who ranked fourth on the Tianjiao list, has always been a cold beauty, and she is not a fake color for anyone, but at this time, she will show a smile, which is even more surprising than the sun rising in the west.

And a hundred miles away, a young figure was running rapidly, his delicate face was full of anger at the moment, "Wang Yan, this little girl, the master didn't provoke you, you actually dare to bully the master with your strength, wait, sooner or later, the master will find the field." ”

Zhang Fan spat viciously.

Wang Yan, who had just left the cliff, suddenly showed a trace of anger on her face, "This Zhang Fan, he actually dares to curse me, it seems that the lesson he will be taught next time must be aggravated." ”

What Zhang Fan didn't know was that in addition to his strength, Wang Yan himself also had the title of tracking master, because Wang Yan was extremely good at hiding his aura on the enemy, so as to achieve the purpose of pursuit.

Zhang Fan walked all the way, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more dramatic.

"Impossible, how can this little girl get closer and closer to me, as if she has known my whereabouts for a long time."

Zhang Fan's heart tightened, no matter how stupid Zhang Fan was, he also understood Wang Yan's means at this moment.

"Damn, my strength at this moment is definitely not Wang Yan's opponent, even if I refine this fist-shaped grass, the fist strength can only reach sixty percent at most, if it can't reach seventy percent, I still don't have the power to resist."

For the first time, Zhang Fan was anxious in his heart, and he was forced by a woman to have no purpose of fighting back.

"It seems that I was too confident in the past, and I must be vigilant in the future."

Zhang Fan did not flee, but found a cave and drilled into it, closed the entrance of the cave with a boulder, and then directly took out this fist-shaped grass.

"Simply pushing the momentum to sixty percent can't stop Wang Yan, so how about continuing to practice Balong Fist."

Zhang Fan's eyes bloomed with a ghostly light, and he didn't hesitate, and sat directly with his legs crossed.

Hands stamped.

Devouring Martial Soul Present.

A dark black vortex the size of a zhang appeared behind him, and then swept directly onto the fist-shaped grass, devouring the fist-shaped grass.

Zhang Fan closed his eyes, and sure enough, a warm current gushed out from the meridians a minute later, and at this time, Zhang Fan's understanding of the fist was climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Fan was not embarrassed for the slightest time, and continued to deduce the fist.

Fifty and a half, sixty percent.

When the fist broke a bottleneck, Zhang Fan's eyes widened, "Give me one more step." ”

Zhang Fan clenched his teeth tightly, and a trace of hot liquid oozed from his gums, but his understanding of the fist in his heart seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and it seemed that the power of the fist-shaped grass had already been exhausted.

"Is it really going to fail?"

Thinking of being trampled under the feet of a woman, Zhang Fan's heart swelled with a strong unwillingness, which directly affected the sea of knowledge, so that the ancient stone tablet in the sea of knowledge faintly gave birth to the power of the fourth moon pattern, and when the fourth moon pattern was faintly born, Zhang Fan's soul power rose nearly twice again.

In the sea of knowledge, the comprehension of the fist rose rapidly, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and he was unwilling to let go of this opportunity, so he closed his eyes again to comprehend.

"Sixty and a half, sixty percent of the peak."

"It's only one step away, you must break through for me."

Zhang Fan roared loudly in his heart.

It seemed to feel Zhang Fan's determination, and suddenly the fourth moon pattern faintly appeared, and at this time, the fist finally broke the last level and ushered in the side of the show.

Seventy percent fist momentum.

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