"Goodbye. Bu Fan said, waving his hand to set off the snow waves as cover.

He wasn't looking for them to fight in the first place, although he knew he was going to fight from the beginning.

Bu Fan ran wildly in the snow, and the snow began to fall again.

"If things are like this, Yan Qi must have a headache, right?" Bu Fan said secretly, Things are like this, and some of them are Bu Fan's own reasons, but even if Yan Qi comes in person, the result is the same.

Yan Peng is not someone who can be convinced.

"Don't try to run!" Yan Peng roared angrily.

I actually caught up.

Bu Fan turned his head to look, Yan Peng chased after him in mid-air, he dealt with the bruises and blood stains on his face that Bu Fan had beaten, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Give me death!" Yan Peng moved closer.

Bu Fan immediately sped up, and Yan Peng slapped it with a palm.

Bu Fan hurriedly dodged, and there was a huge palm print on the snow next to him that was large enough to lie down for three or four people.

"Wow!" Bu Fan exclaimed, this is much stronger than the palm that slapped him on the ground before, if he was directly hit, the current Bu Fan would undoubtedly be killed on the spot.

"Awesome, even more powerful if it was faster!" Bu Fan shouted.

The strength has increased, but the speed has not increased much.

"You're looking for death!" Yan Peng slapped again.

This time the speed was a little faster, but he still gave way to avoid it.

"Ugh!" another palm, and Bu Fan continued to dodge.

"Your speed and accuracy need to be improved!" Bu Fan shouted, in his opinion, Yan Peng was indeed a little inferior in these two aspects, especially in terms of body style, and he couldn't catch up with him at all.

The distance between the two began to lengthen.

"If I knew earlier, I wouldn't wait for the true transmission, just go and practice!" Yan Peng gritted his teeth, as a genius of the Yan family, and with the support of his mother's Ben family, he has no shortage of all kinds of martial arts, but in order to save trouble, he only accepts the true transmission of martial arts, and the true transmission of martial arts of the Xuan-level body, neither the Ben family nor the Yan family has it, and he can't look down on the true transmission of the spirit-level body, and he doesn't want to practice it himself, so he has to put it aside, and now it has become a shortcoming for him.

Unable to catch up, Yan Peng had to change his tactics and attack with other martial arts.

"Falling rain with a thousand hands!" Hundreds of small palm prints fell like raindrops, and it was another Xuan-level martial arts!

There is no way to dodge now, Bu Fan let go of the blood river to defend, and with the help of the blood curtain to block it, the blood river began to become shorter, although it is miscellaneous but not refined, but after all, it is a Xuan-level martial arts, which is not so easy to resolve.

"Damn!" Yan Peng roared, the attack not working, making him irritated.

This is the effect that Bufan wants.

"Go on, aren't you trying to let me see the gap?" Bu Fan continued to provoke.

What made him even more angry was that the distance between him and Bu Fan was rapidly widening.

"Falling rain with a thousand hands!" Yan Peng used this trick again.

As a result, he didn't make a few handprints and fell from mid-air, after all, it's still a Three Realms!

Bu Fan took the opportunity to speed up, the blood river was restrained, and the internal injuries quickly improved, Yan Qi was already very close to them, he had to get rid of Yan Peng quickly.

After landing on the ground, Yan Peng quickly stood up, stuffed a few rejuvenating pills into his mouth, and chased after him directly, but the distance between them had already stretched a little wide, and Bu Fan only had a vague figure left in his field of vision, as if he might disappear at any time.

"Damn, damn!" Yan Peng ran wildly with all his might, but he just couldn't close the distance between the two.

"Gotta kill him!"

"At any cost!" Yan Peng roared, dazzling white light pouring out of his palm, burning like a flame on his right hand, and the snow under his feet shook.

Bu Fan, as well as the two elders who were guarding for the head of the family outside the snow valley, suddenly felt something.

"This movement ......"

"It's not quite right, could it be that this snow valley still hides demon king-level demon beasts?"

The two elders said and were about to enter the valley to check, when a person blocked in front of them, and the two hurriedly saluted.

"I've seen the head of the house. ”

Yan Dusheng said: "It's okay, you can go back, I'll leave it here." ”

"Yes. The two turned and left.

Yan Dusheng jumped forward, stood on the mountain wall surrounded by the snow valley, his eyes looked in the direction of Yan Peng, and a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

"Xiao Yue actually gave that to Peng'er, it seems that she is bent on cultivating Peng'er to be my successor!" Yan Dusheng muttered, his eyes looking in the other direction, which was the direction where Yan Qi was.

"Xiaoyue, I received your wishes, but Peng'er is too unwise. ”

A powerful force came, Bu Fan was imprisoned, and his body couldn't move!

"Damn, what's going on!" Bu Fan struggled with all his might.

"Blood Burning Secret Technique!" Bu Fan directly ignited the entire blood river.

Relying on the power brought by the burning blood river, the body could barely move, but it couldn't move, Bu Fan turned around,

I saw Yan Peng stepping into the air and walking towards him step by step, he held his hands in a virtual position, and an illusory square flickered in his hand.

"Now you know the gap between us. Yan Peng smiled, and his voice sounded in Bu Fan's ears.

The wind and snow were howling, but Bu Fan couldn't hear it, the whole person seemed to be separated from the world, and the place where he was confined under his feet was like fish meat on a chopping board.

"I see, what kind of martial arts are you?" Bu Fan asked.

"This is a gift from my father to my mother, and my mother gave me a ground-level martial arts, turning the heavens upside down!" Yan Peng looked proud.

"Ground Rank Martial Arts ......" Bu Fan was surprised.

"This is the Ground Rank Martial Arts!"

The martial arts in the world, the five levels of Heaven and Earth Xuanlingfan, Bu Fan's vision stop and the Xuan Rank, and the one above the Xuan Rank are all legendary existences for him, but now part of the legend has finally become a reality.

Bu Fan was very excited: "It's not unjust!"

Yan Peng was very annoyed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Uh, am I smiling?" Bu Fan was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was smiling.

"I see, I laughed!"

Yan Peng was even more angry, and the fire that had just dispersed condensed again.

"You give me death!"

Yan Peng let go of his hand, and you gave the illusory cube to merge into his palm.

"Ah——" Yan Peng's movements were very slow, and his face quickly turned pale.

Ground-level martial arts are not that easy to display, and Yan Peng's current strength is simply not enough to bring it into play.

Bu Fan felt that he was disconnecting from reality, a bit like the feeling he had when he was sent to the Sparrow Domain by Blue Shadow.

"Space...... Teleportation?"

The crisis of death struck, but Bu Fan was calm.

That attitude deeply stimulated Yan Peng's emotions.

"Bastard ......" Just as he was about to use all his strength to unleash this earth-shattering palm, a shriveled hand came behind him at some point and punched him in the back.

"Uh, ah!" Yan Peng, who was attacked by the sneak attack, was immediately counterattacked by the exercises, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, and the snow was stained red with blood.

The power that restricts Bufan is gone.

Bu Fan sat paralyzed on the ground, and said with palpitations: "It's really a thousand shots!"

The bloody corpse immediately came to him and lifted him up.

Yan Peng raised his head and looked at him angrily.

"You ......"

"I'm sorry, but it's also your own fault, who told you to be bent on performing this uncontrollable ground-level martial arts. Bu Fan said.

Yan Peng's teeth were about to be crushed, his eyes were red, and he wanted to fight hard with Bu Fan, when suddenly he heard a familiar voice.

"Second brother!"

He turned his head to look.

"Xiaoqi ......"

In the snowstorm, the brothers looked at each other.