Situ Zhaonan's pretended to be an old man's voice made the hearts of the surrounding clansmen tighten, which was clearly a precursor to a strong move.

"This guy loves his watch so much!"

Yan Lan's fingers rubbed lightly, and suddenly his five fingers stretched out, and the spirit yuan around him boiled.

"This is the Heavenly Sword Hand, Yan Lan really wants to perform a stunt. ”

Many clansmen noticed that Yan Lan's move that was ready to attack was the Yan Clan's first-order high-grade skill - Heavenly Sword Hand.

"Heavenly Sword Hand!"

Situ Hengkong's brows moved, and he vaguely sneered.

At this time, Situ Zhaonan's momentum had climbed to the extreme, and above his fists, there was a faint flash of purple electricity, and a strong coercion made many boys and girls on the sidelines feel palpitations.

"Is the first-order high-grade skill Heavenly Sword Hand, it's still a little worse!"

Situ Zhaonan snorted coldly in his heart, for the Yan clan's stunts, before he came to challenge, Situ Hengkong had already explained it vividly.

Seeing the lightning on Situ Zhaonan's fists, many sharp-eyed Yan clansmen looked awe-inspiring, and some clansmen were even shocked.

"Yan Lan be careful, this is the Purple Thunder Fist of the Situ family, a first-order superb skill, which should not be underestimated. ”

One of the clansmen couldn't help but exclaim.

The first-order best skill is the best way to cultivate to reach the Transformation Pill stage.

However, it is not excluded that a small number of people with extremely strong minds have gone through thousands of tempering and cultivated beyond the level.

Hearing the reminder of the clansmen, Yan Lan's expression did not fluctuate much, as if he was fully prepared.

"The purple thunder punch out, destroying the withering and decaying. ”

Situ Zhaonan shouted violently, and his extremely fast figure, carrying a fierce momentum, rushed towards Yan Lan like a tide.

Yan Lan stood quietly, his eyes did not show the slightest panic, and the momentum around his body was still climbing up at an even speed.

At this moment, a figure appeared in the distance, standing with his hands in his hands, his gentle face filled with a smile as calm as water.

"If you want to beat my son Yanlan, this strength must not be qualified. ”

A slight voice, full of absolute confidence. This person is Yan Lan's father, Yan Li.

Among the Yan clan, some people with transcendent strength stared at Yan Lan with sharp eyes.

"Yan Lan's hand, his five fingers are straight, but there is no light blade bursting out so far, is he going to rely on the power of the pure spirit yuan to take on the next order of the best trick?"

Many people are worried.

However, Yan Lan's expression was always calm.

Is this the confidence of strength, or is it pretended composure?

"Hey, I still have to use this trick! I originally planned to take it by surprise in the family competition. ”

Yan Lan exhaled heavily and sighed secretly.

At the moment when Situ Zhaonan's figure flickered, Yan Lan's figure suddenly changed.

Many Yan clansmen were stunned for a moment at this moment, and then they were stunned and shocked, and they rolled violently in their hearts.

"This is not the Heavenly Sword Hand, this is the Heavenly Seal Palm, the second-order lower grade skill of our clan ......"

The minority people with vicious eyes saw the clues at the moment when Yan Lan's figure moved.

"In front of the heavenly seal, seal all things. ”

Corresponding to Situ Zhaonan's cold drink of "Purple Thunder Fist Out, Destroying the Withering and Decaying", Yan Lan also drank eight words,-for-tat with him.

"Before the Heavenly Seal Palm, seal all things? Is there a record of this sentence in the Heavenly Seal Palm Technique?"

Many Yan clansmen, when they heard Yan Lan shouting this, suddenly felt weird, but for a while, they didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

"Damn, this is Yan Lan's own ...... this kid broke blindly"

The minority people suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

However, they had to admire Yan Lan's on-the-spot adaptability, with this sentence, although it was exaggerated, it could also enhance a little momentum.

"Heavenly Seal Palm!"

Situ was shocked, and his expression finally began to be solemn.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, staring at Yan Lan and the others. Trick duels, often one move to determine the winner.

This means that victory or defeat will be born at this moment.

The swaying thunder mangs circulated on Situ Zhaonan's right fist, and a powerful suction force continued to absorb the electric thunder energy hidden in the air. With the continuous absorption of energy, the color of lightning gradually evolved from blue to purple and dark purple.

"Dark purple lightning energy, I didn't expect that Situ Zhaonan, this thirteen-year-old boy, could cultivate the purple thunder fist to such a realm. ”

Even if it was an opponent who came to provoke, Yan Muxiong couldn't help but praise Situ Zhaonan, and at the same time, looking at Yan Lan's gaze, it was a little more solemn.

At this moment, the demeanor of most Yan clansmen is not much different from Yan Muxiong.

Situ Hengkong's face jumped silently, and he said in his heart: "Nan'er's talent is different, how can you speculate." Purple Thunder Fist, even those fifteen or sixteen-year-old genius boys in the family, have only cultivated so far. ”

As Situ Zhaonan's prestige climbed, Yan Lan did not panic.

Above Yan Lan's right hand, a powerful spirit element rotated.

Lingyuan wrapped around his arm, extending to his palm, and from his palm, releasing a vortex of energy.

This whirlpool is also constantly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and its momentum is gradually rising.

"Leapfrogging cultivation skills, it's really stressful!"

Yan Lan's eyes glared angrily, he clenched his teeth, and all the spiritual elements around him were mobilized, so as to support the display of the Heavenly Seal Palm.

The two momentums, like dragons fighting tigers, have not yet touched, they are competing with each other.

Everyone sensed the past, although Yan Lan's skills were superior, but the momentum of the two was equal, but they didn't know who would have the last laugh when the two strong collided.

This momentum is a long story, but in fact, it only takes two or three breaths, and the momentum of the two of them climbs to the extreme.

"Ah......h

Situ Zhaonan let out a long roar, his figure burst out, and with his strong momentum, he rushed towards Yan Lan fiercely.

Yan Lan's eyebrows tightened, and he also took a strong breath, his palm facing forward, and he greeted it without fear.

"Sneer......"

The handover of the two energies did not make an earth-shattering explosion, but a "snort", and each had an aftermath of the collision, affecting the two of them.

Both of them snorted, but they didn't retreat at all, but their faces were cold and resolute, and they leaned forward to resist their energy offensive.

Two energies, entangled with each other.

Purple thunder and lightning continued to erode Yan Lan's Lingyuan barrier.

And Yan Lan's cyan whirlpool, like a python entwining its prey, wrapped around Situ Zhaonan's Thunder and Lightning Fist wave after wave.

"This kid is indeed unusually powerful, the first-order best skill can actually compete with my second-order lower grade skill, it seems that it is because I am not good at learning. ”

At the time of the stalemate, Yan Lan was also aware of his flaws.

Although Yan Lan's cultivation skills surpassed Situ Zhaonan's, he was one point behind Cheng Dù, and only then did he form a-for-tat situation.

"The Yan family is indeed an unusual person. ”

Although Situ Hengkong had strong confidence in Situ Zhaonan, Yan Lan's expression had to make him secretly admire.

The fists and palms of Yan Lan and the two were only half a foot apart. As the energy erodes each other, the hands of the two are gradually getting closer.