Meng Yu, who was behind him, saw that Zhang Fan and Hong Yan had a conflict, and suddenly there was a ray of joy in his eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Meng Yu's cultivation is also fist strength, and the fist-shaped grass is extremely important to Meng Yu, but with Zhang Fan in front of him, he has no hope of winning it at all.

"Sister Hong, if you need help, I, Meng Yu, am not stingy."

Meng Yu's kind voice came.

Hong Yan's gloomy eyes showed a ray of joy, she was not too sure of fighting Zhang Fan alone, but if she united with Meng Yu, she would have an overwhelming advantage.

There was a chill in Zhang Fan's eyes.

"Meng Yu, if you make a move, I, Wang Yan, will not sit idly by."

Wang Yan stood up, her long sword pointing straight at Meng Yu.

"This crazy woman is actually willing to stand up and help me at this time."

Zhang Fan gave birth to a warm current in his heart, and at the same time, there was an inexplicable taste in his heart.

"Wang Yan, you are not my opponent."

Meng Yu's face was ugly, and her voice had a hint of threat, but it was a pity that Wang Yan's little face was still full of coldness, and there was no change in the slightest because of Meng Yu's warning.

"Meng Yu, you dare to hurt Wang Yan, I, Zhang Fan, swear that even if I violate the rules of the academy, I will kill you."

Zhang Fan's voice was accompanied by the killing intent that entered Meng Yu's ears, and Meng Yu's face changed and became extremely gloomy, but he didn't dare to fight against Zhang Fan.

Seeing this scene, everyone was slightly surprised.

The atmosphere of the stalemate between the four unfolded here.

As for Ye Feng, he was still sitting in place, without the slightest thought of interfering.

Three hours passed in a flash, and this time there were six of them, three of which were fist-shaped, two sword-shaped, and one sword-shaped.

Ye Feng was still the same, he took away the two sword-shaped grasses, and when they flowed in front of Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan took away the three fist-shaped grasses, seeing this scene, Meng Yu's face became even more gloomy.

"Hmph."

Hong Yan stood up and shot the last sword-shaped grass into the eyes of many people, and the sword momentum that Hong Yan comprehended, the knife-shaped grass was useless to Hong Yan at all.

After Zhang Fan put away the fist-shaped grass, he didn't stop but turned to leave.

Now that Zhang Fan has seven fist-shaped grasses in his hands, it is already a sure thing to break through ninety percent of the fist momentum, so he will naturally not continue to stay.

Seeing Zhang Fan's departing back, Meng Yu breathed a sigh of relief, if Zhang Fan stayed here, he would not have the slightest hope of obtaining fist-shaped grass.

Looking at Zhang Fan's departing back, Meng Yu's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, "Zhang Fan, when I get enough fist-shaped grass, I will find you to settle the account." ”

Being suppressed by an ant who used to be uncaring was unacceptable to Meng Yu.

After Zhang Fan came out, he found a secret room, and after sealing the door of the secret room, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged.

"If you want to help Wang Yan win the sword-shaped grass, you will inevitably fight Ye Feng, before that, I must comprehend the fist strength above ninety, otherwise I will not be sure."

A ghostly light bloomed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and he took out a fist-shaped grass from his arms.

"Devouring Martial Soul Present."

Behind him, a laughing black vortex appeared, and the black vortex jumped directly towards the fist-shaped grass, devouring it, and a minute later, the comprehension of boxing climbed in Zhang Fan's heart at a tenfold speed.

Eighty into two, eighty into three, eighty into four.

After the perception stopped, a second fist-shaped grass projected out, and the perception of boxing began to grow again.

Eighty into five, eighty into six, eighty into seven.

After throwing in the fifth fist-shaped grass, the boxing perception reached its peak and could not continue to improve, and it was nine out of eighty.

"Give me a step further, a breakthrough."

Zhang Fan roared in his heart, and his fist perception was sublimated in an instant, and the fist that rushed to the sky broke through the sky, scattering the sky.

"Huh."

Ye Feng's brows furrowed in the area ten meters away from the river, and a sky-high momentum in the stone chamber just now gave him a strong fighting intent.

"Has anyone understood the ninety percent trend?"

Ye Feng's fists were clenched, and the battle intent in his heart soared into the sky.

As for Hong Yan, Meng Yu and the others were still calm, as if they hadn't found anything.

In an instant, a sharp aura flashed from Zhang Fan's eyes, and that terrifying aura directly made everyone's faces change greatly.

"My strength has almost tripled, and ninety percent of my fists can really increase to that extent."

Zhang Fan clenched his fists, and the power that was so powerful in his heart made Zhang Fan want to look up to the sky and roar.

"There are still two fist-shaped grasses, continue to see how much strength can be improved."

Zhang Fan's eyes were full of confidence, even if it was directly Ye Feng at this moment, Zhang Fan was still sure to win the battle.

Next to the river, Meng Yu and Hong Yan glanced at each other, and both saw a chill in each other's eyes, and the two rushed directly in the direction of Wang Yan and stopped in front of Wang Yan.

Wang Yan's little face remained cold, and the long sword waved out, facing the two of them.

"What do you want to do?"

Wang Yan spoke coldly, and at the same time did a good job of defense, the strength of the two people in front of her was stronger than her, and she couldn't escape if they joined forces.

"Wang Yan, there was nothing wrong with you, but you did it yourself, and you actually stood with Zhang Fan, then don't blame us for being rude."

Meng Yu glanced at Wang Yan fiercely, and a chill burst out of her eyes.

Cold and bloodless, Guo Xiangzhi and the others saw Wang Yan suffering, and a sense of pity suddenly rose in their hearts, after all, Wang Yan's reputation was top in the academy, and the two naturally wanted to be heroes.

But after seeing the strength of their opponents, the two of them were deflated, and Meng Yu and Hong Yan were not something they could provoke.

Hong Yan took the lead and stabbed Wang Yan with a sword, this sword was extremely fast, everyone only saw a flash of sword light, and in the next moment, Wang Yan's right hand had already bled back a few steps.

"You are not my opponent, if you deal with Zhang Fan with us, I can still give you a way out."

Hong Yan said with a smile, but the chill in her eyes exposed her thoughts.

Hong Yan is also well-known in the academy, but Hong Yan has always had a thorn in her heart, that is, Wang Yan has always suppressed herself, as a narrow-minded woman, Hong Yan will naturally not let go of the opportunity to humiliate Wang Yan.

"Hong Yan, you will never be Zhang Fan's opponent."

The corners of Wang Yan's mouth had already coughed up blood, and Wang Yan's injuries had not recovered, but now they were in turmoil and the injuries worsened.

"Look for death."

Hong Yan was like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, her face became strangely bad, and at the same time, there was a wisp of killing intent in her eyes, and she swung her sword and stabbed Wang Yan directly.

A look of despair appeared in Wang Yan's eyes, and she could already anticipate her end.

"Zhang Fan, I will return this life to you, and it can be regarded as the two of us who owe each other."

Wang Yan whispered in her mouth, and a young figure appeared in her mind, and the young man took her in his arms domineeringly, not letting anyone bully her.

"Die."

Hong Yan's sword light approached, and death intent burst out in her eyes.

"I said that whoever dares to hurt a single hair of her hair, I, Zhang Fan, want her life."

A cold voice resounded through the void, followed by a figure that swept in front of Wang Yan step by step, blocking Wang Yan's body and blasting out with a punch.

The furious fist power swept the sword light crazily, and the sword light was swallowed up in an instant, without setting off a single wave.

"Get out."

Zhang Fan drank sharply, the violent fist power was castrated, and directly killed Hong Yan, Hong Yan's face changed, as if he didn't expect Zhang Fan to be so powerful, the long sword was impacted by the force, and the random tiger's mouth was shocked, and the long sword almost came out of his hand.

The body was pushed away by a huge force, and it took dozens of steps to stop the backward body, and then looked at Zhang Fan's gaze that had been replaced by fear.

"Are you alright?"

Zhang Fan picked up Wang Yan and took out a few third-grade high-grade elixirs for Wang Yan to take, which could be regarded as temporarily stopping Wang Yan's injury.

Looking back, Zhang Fan stared at Meng Yu and Hong Yan coldly, and the monstrous killing intent swept away.

"I said that whoever touches him, I will kill him."

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