The white-clothed boy didn't want to hurt anyone, but when he heard Zhu Wenchang admit defeat, he wanted to take advantage of the situation to withdraw his palm power. Before the palm power was collected, he suddenly saw Wen Feng's eyes wide open, and he roared. Everyone only felt that there seemed to be a thunderous explosion in their ears, and their souls were relaxed. Chang Wensheng, Tian Wenchang and others had low skills, and when they heard this roar, their bodies shook twice, and they almost couldn't stabilize their bodies and fell into the sea.

The white-clothed boy only felt that Wen Feng's palm power was like the earth cracking and the sky collapsed, and he slammed it back. This palm is fierce and fierce, and there is no trace of fancy methods, Wen Feng relies on a brave spirit, only advances and does not retreat, no matter what grievances and grievances it lives and dies, you can pay a smile, and care about what is right and wrong, it is all a passing cloud, I only know that I am fearless and fearless, and I will never admit defeat!

One of the two is upright and unyielding, the other is brave and fearless, and the two palms are deadlocked. Everyone saw it in their eyes, and their hearts were in a hurry. Everyone knows that it is most dangerous for two people with equal skills to fight each other with true yuan, but if they continue to fight like this, they will not be able to stop until one of them runs out of skill. In the end, the losing side will be shattered by the sea of qi and become a waste, and the true yuan will be reversed, the body will explode, and the flesh and bones will become mud.

The eldest grandson, Wen Quan, knew that if he didn't intervene again, Wen Feng was only afraid of his life. He had the intention to take action to separate the two, but his skills were not as far as the two of them, and he could only take his own life in vain, so he had to beg Zhu Wenchang in a trembling voice: "Senior Brother Zhu, please hurry up and separate them!" Who knew that Zhu Wenchang lowered his eyes, shook his head slightly, and said slowly: "We have words first, and if I send disciples, I will never intervene." At this time, it is untrustworthy to make a move. Wen Quan, it doesn't matter if your reputation and my reputation are ruined, but my brother will never dare to fall into the prestige of this sect. ”

The eldest grandson Wenquan knew that his words were good, and he was so anxious that he wanted to shed tears. The man in white and Wen Feng were in the field, fighting with all their might, and no one could help anyone. The two had no grudges, this time they fought each other, the situation reversed twice, and they admired each other in their hearts, and they both felt sorry for each other. It's just that it's hard to ride a tiger, and no one dares to relax a little.

Although Ye Lan's knowledge is shallow, he also knows that the lives of the two are instantaneous. He was young and hot-hearted, and he was eager to save their lives. After listening to Zhu Wenchang's words, he knew that the disciples of Taixu could not break their promises and gain weight, and they could not make a move. I thought to myself: "I'm not a disciple of Taixu, you can't make a move, but I'm fine, I can't say, how can I save them!" The folding fan spun forward under the traction of his True Yuan, turning into a black and white circle, slashing between Wen Feng and the white-clothed man.

Seeing Ye Lan's rash move, the eldest grandson Wenquan knew that his cultivation was only comparable to his own, and this time he made a move, he was dead or alive, and hurriedly said: "No!"

Ye Lan saw it very accurately, the ebony fan was slashing at the intersection of the two palms, the white-clothed man only felt that the palm power was like hitting a wall of fire, and the true yuan was bounced by the hot true qi, this true qi flashed, but it was unmatched, and the true yuan he shot out was like a piece of paper and was instantly burned into ashes by this true yuan. Fortunately, this true yuan only flickered and disappeared without a trace, and it did not damage his meridians. It's just that when he was running the true yuan with all his might, the palm power he struck out suddenly failed, and the true yuan made a fork, pulling the meridians, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

Wen Feng saw the folding fan flying over, for fear that he and the true yuan of the man in white would hurt Ye Lan, so he hurriedly stopped. Before the palm power could be withdrawn, he felt a chill counterattack along his true element, and in just a flash of thought, the true element of his whole body froze and could no longer function. Wen Feng was so shocked that his body couldn't volley in the air, he fell downward, and fell into the sea with a thud. As soon as the body entered the sea, the chill suddenly disappeared, and the true yuan of the whole body was still surging as usual.

Wen Feng didn't know why there was such a change, he looked inward, but he felt that there was no trace of abnormality around his body, and he was not slightly injured, he scratched his head in the water, puzzled, he really didn't know if what he felt just now was really illusory.

Ye Lan only felt that two strong forces hit the front and back of the ebony fan, and he was about to resist, but suddenly felt that there were two strong air currents from the fan, one warm and one cold, and the two strong forces sent by Yan Zhuoran and Wen Feng disappeared without a trace. Ye Lan's arm only shook slightly, and then he didn't feel any strange. He didn't care about the reason, the ebony fan spun in the air, spun back, he reached out to catch it, and slapped it twice.

Everyone saw Wen Feng fall into the sea, only to say that he was seriously injured, and was about to go down to the sea to catch him up, when suddenly saw a splash on the sea, Wen Feng jumped up, stepped on the waves, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of seawater, and shouted: "Happy!

When everyone saw that he was fine, they were relieved. Wen Feng raised his head and saw that the corner of the white-clothed man's mouth was oozing blood, only that he had been injured by himself. But seeing that he was still standing in the air, his face was as usual, and he knew that he was very lightly injured. Wen Feng had the intention to fight again, but he was not injured, so he didn't want to take advantage of the other party, stretched out his hand to him, and laughed: "Today's victory is not scored, someone on our side intervened and injured you, let's stop today." After you heal your injuries, let's fight again, and when the time comes, let's show our blades!" After speaking, he glanced at Ye Lan, and said: "This kid is not the same as me, and his shot is not a break in our promise, believe it or not, it can only be up to you." ”

The white-clothed man stretched out his sleeves to wipe the blood from his lips and said with a smile: "Of course I believe you." All of you have 'Liuhe Star Pattern Ding' tattooed on the cuffs, but the cuffs of this boy who makes the folding fan are empty, he is obviously not your Taixu person. If it hadn't been for this brother's action just now, the two of us would have been seriously injured if we didn't die, and he would have been a great lifesaver for me. The two of us are here and won't fight another day, you're a madman, if you win!"

Wen Feng said: "Your kid's eyesight is good. Since you know that I am from Taixumen, but you still take care of Lao Tzu's affairs for a person named Huazi, you are also a madman. Crazy boy, do you dare to report your name?"

The white-clothed boy said proudly: "Why don't you dare, Yan Zhuoran of Mingde Academy, listen to the lessons!"

Wen Feng said in his heart: "Be good! It's not small! Don't make this opponent for nothing." lest you go back to the mountain and suffer the old man's board......" but said: "What is not to teach, no wonder you speak sourly, it turns out to be a poor sour talent from Mingde Academy......"

Yan Zhuoran's face flashed with anger, and before he could attack, he saw Zhu Wenchang floating forward, and arched his hand and said: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Yan of Mingde Academy, and I have admired it for a long time! The head of this sect often teaches us on weekdays, saying that Taixumen and Mingde Academy have always been good friends, and we are young and shallow, if we meet a senior brother of Mingde Academy when we are walking the rivers and lakes, we must humbly ask for advice." The head of your sect is profound, humble and virtuous, and the name of a gentleman is spread all over the world, and I have been admired for a long time. I, Senior Brother Wen, are used to being reckless, and I offended Senior Brother Yan, and I also invited Senior Brother Yan Haihan. If I let the head of the sect know about this, I will definitely blame him!" Although the words were polite, the implication was: "You know that we are from the Taixu Sect, but you still deliberately find a fault, so that the elders of the sect will know, and you will definitely not be able to spare you!"

"Well said, well said. Yan Zhuoran sneered, turned his head to Ye Lan and said, "This little brother has cultivated well, and after receiving a joint blow from me and this Brother Wen, he actually acted as if nothing had happened, I don't know what level of cultivation you have reached?"

Ye Lan closed the ebony fan and arched his hand: "The kid's cultivation is far worse than the two, it's just a mistake." ”

Wen Feng remembered the vision of Zhenyuan being frozen just now, looked at Yan Zhuoran again, and said in his heart: "This Yan Zhuoran was injured and vomited blood, and eighty percent of it was also done by this kid surnamed Ye, not that Lao Tzu was skilled." Ye boy's cultivation is mediocre, but how can he withstand the joint attack of the two of us? I don't know what strange things he has done, this kid is really a lot of strange things, not only has a strange treasure such as the poison bead and the stunning sword, but also can talk to animals, rhinoceros, elephants, crabs and turtles, maybe he can talk a few words. It wouldn't be strange if he had used some strange trick just now. Could it be that with his cultivation, he can really withstand the full force of the two of us?" He didn't ask at the moment, turned his head to Yan Zhuoran and said, "Boy, if you can't do it, let's go back to Guanlan Pavilion and divide the victory and defeat in the wine, do you have the guts?"

Yan Zhuoran raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Why don't you dare!"

Wen Feng smiled: "Okay, let's go!" Yan Zhuoran nodded, and the two flew away side by side, leaving the rest of the people on the ground. Everyone looked at each other in surprise, shook their heads with a wry smile, and slowly flew towards the shore behind the two.

Everyone flew back to Guanlan Pavilion in an instant, still flying in through the window on the third floor. The upstairs guests were frightened and gone. At this time, the third floor was empty, and only a few shopkeepers were cleaning up the cups and plates. The shopkeepers were all shocked when they saw everyone flying in. However, Guanlan Pavilion is a thousand-year-old famous shop, and the shopkeepers have seen some of the world, and the monks and guests have also served a lot.

Everyone reorganized the cups and plates, Wen Feng was still sitting in his original seat, and called the shopkeeper to add a chair and let Yan Zhuoran sit down. The shopkeeper took a cup of chopsticks, and Wen Feng waved his hand and said, "Take a big bowl!"

The shopkeeper changed the big bowl for everyone and poured wine for everyone one by one. Wen Feng waited impatiently, and looked out the window. Seeing that the little beggar was still sitting against the wall, after eating the noodles, he basked in the sun with his belly open. Wen Feng smiled at Yan Zhuoran and said, "We don't know each other if we don't fight, this fight started because of this little beggar, we can't help but invite this little beggar to drink a bowl of wine." Then he reached out and grabbed the little beggar through the window. This time he shot very lightly, and the little beggar landed firmly in the center of the hall and did not fall. It's just that this little beggar was frightened by this for the second time, and his legs trembled, and he didn't know how Wen Feng was going to embarrass him.

"Don't be afraid, little one. Wen Feng stretched out his hand and beckoned, and smiled like a kitten and a puppy: "Come and drink with Lao Tzu." The little beggar didn't know what Wen Feng wanted, so he didn't dare to approach him, and he didn't dare to disobey his words, so he took two steps forward and came to the table.