In the Ten Mile Pavilion, Zhan Yan's ears also sounded the "good brother" who could be described as deafening.

Zhan Yan didn't look back, his left hand was clenched into a fist, twisted his waist, and swung it behind him.

The punch that killed Meng Kuo before swung four points of force, and the punch that killed the old man with the sword was a full six points, and now, Zhan Yan swung the only eleven points of strength in his life.

Because of the previous voice, Zhan Yan couldn't feel anything behind him from beginning to end.

And how could the person who could make the children of the Ran family head on the other side acquaint himself with an ordinary ordinary person in the world under the mountain?

Although Zhan Yan was a monk on the mountain, he spent most of his time in the secular world under the mountain.

It's not because Zhan Yan wants to, but because of some unavoidable reasons.

You know, why do those mountain-leading forces of the Shanxia sect control their own secular meson realm, and every time a monk enters it, they have to charge a high fee for going down the mountain?

That's because those clan-name mountains with the Yamashita Dynasty will smash an unimaginable amount of spirit stones into their secular meson realm every year.

Xuanjing can't do it.

These spirit stones, regardless of the cost, are the reason for the worldly stability under the mountain.

Even if you charge a large amount of high descent fees, each sect still has to pay for it out of your own pocket, which is also a big expense to occupy the mountain gate.

But why, those sect-name mountain gates are still willing to throw spirit stones into them?

It's no coincidence, it's no accident.

Why are there so many talented young monks on those sect name mountains?

Could it be that it's really just the particularly bluffing name on the top of the sect's mountain?

More gifted monks actually came from the secular dynasty under this mountain.

What Zhan Yan did was also very simple, that is, to choose the best and the worst for those mountain sects, and to take a look.

As for how these lucky secular people under the mountain are brought out, and how to bring them out is naturally a relatively large university question.

Exactly, he Zhan Yan is deeply in tune with this.

A swift and violent punch swung behind him, bringing up bursts of Gangzheng punches and a piercing roar like a whistle arrow.

Immediately afterwards, a huge force came from Zhan Yanzhi's wrist.

Not in front of the palm, but between the wrists.

It was as if it was an iron tong, clamped on his wrist.

As for the punch he swung out, it wasn't that it smashed against the copper wall and couldn't be shaken, nor did it hit the sponge pile, and it was unloaded layer by layer.

is full of strength, but he is blocked by someone, and there is nowhere to vent his hair, so he can only hold back.

Zhan Yan thought of the old monk who never showed his face but taught him boxing techniques.

The reason why it must be an old monk is that in addition to being full of white hair, he has a twilight fist intent.

I remembered the old monk's very reasonable sentence, which was not a casual remark.

"Hit the snake and hit the seven inches, uh fist uh wrist.

Zhan Yan only felt now that this very reasonable sentence turned out to be like this.

There was a huge force between his right wrist, and his entire right arm could not gather fist intent.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhan Yan's left hand clenched and punched out.

The young man in green shirt on the side only felt that Zhan Yan's left fist had a weird feeling, and it wasn't weird, but he felt that his right fist was more weather-like.

It seems to fit more with this thing.

It's not that Wu Xiu still can't see through it, so he can only guess one or two by feeling.

Zhan Yan had a secret that even the old martial artist who taught boxing didn't tell.

In fact, what he Zhan Yan is better at is the inconspicuous left fist.

As for Weihe is a left fist, it is related to Zhan Yan's previous experience.

The other party is also a fledgling little martial arts cultivator.

It's just that the martial cultivator who is obviously a little inferior to himself is still a little inferior to himself, and the punch that hides his clumsiness almost killed him.

Since then, Zhan Yan has been able to practice his left fist.

Zhan Yan, who threw a punch one after another, was particularly fast, like a wild horse that had taken off the reins, spreading his feet and running.

The fist intent is hidden in the five-finger clenched fist.

Zhan Yan only heard a sentence in his ear: "It's a little interesting." ”

It's like when he had the courage to punch the old monk who taught him boxing, and when he threw a punch in the back, the old monk who turned his back to himself also said, "It's a little interesting." ”

Then Zhan Yan enjoyed the old monk's unprecedented gentle boxing teaching.

The left fist swung away seemed to have touched an iron wall, no matter how strong his left fist was, it was still impossible to make half an inch.

At this moment, Zhan Yan only felt that the copper wall suddenly turned into an inch of steel column, and the steel pillar was bent and clenched on top of his hand clenched into a fist.

Immediately afterwards, there was a relaxed gap in an instant, but before Zhan Yan could withdraw his struggling left fist, the copper wall took the initiative to collide with it.

With a "bang", Zhan Yan flew upside down and crashed into a stone pillar in the Ten Mile Pavilion.

Even with the Ten Mile Pavilion, he suddenly trembled.

Fortunately, in order to welcome the first emperor to the borderland, the ten-mile pavilion in the border land was completely renewed, and it could afford this impact.

Zhan Yan was in pain all over, and the punch just now entered his arm from the palm of his fist and into his body through his arm.

Zhan Yan, who couldn't hold it down, vomited a mouthful of black blood, and then rushed to a slight stretch.

On the other side, the young man in the green shirt smiled at the terrible monk who punched him and beat him, and said, "Daoyou deserves to be a Daoist!"

The young man in the green shirt thought for a while, stretched out his thumb and said, "Mighty." ”

Zhan Yan raised his head and looked at the man dressed in gray with an ordinary face.

Wu Chen grinned and said to the young man in green shirts, "Good brother, we meet again." ”

The man in the green shirt was Ran Lu, who met Wu Chen in front of the indefinite pawnshop, and he was half a wine.

Those bottles of top mountain wine deserve to be the best mountain wine.

It's just that it's too damn small, small, small, and childish, and the wine jar is made of bells and whistles.

It's just not top.

Ran Lu was stunned for a moment, and the light in Wu Chen's eyes that looked at him could be described as familiar, but not familiar.

When he followed Lao Jiang, who was the least like the powerhouse of the Upper Three Realms, to ask for objects in the Upper Three Realms, he didn't have such a light in his eyes.

Wu Chen's eyes were naturally clear, and he had never seen the slightest softness in front of that pawnshop, so he pulled the corners of his mouth and said: "Fellow Daoist, I still have one or two cans of surplus goods here, but even if I want to give it to you, I can't take it out." ”

Besides, if you can use your mysterious power, how can the son of the head of his own dignified family end up in such a situation?

Even if the realm is not enough, a series of magic weapons and mysterious weapons are smashed down, and you are still not convinced?

Anyway, most of them are still begged for from Lao Jiang, so they don't feel distressed and rest assured.