Pang He's eyes that were originally flashing with essence suddenly appeared stunned, and his hand was halfway through his beard, and suddenly stopped, his slippery brain was inexplicably ossified at the moment, and for a while, he didn't know what posture to use to express the shock in his heart.

It wasn't until the flying figure smashed into his leg that Pang He's hand on his beard suddenly moved away from his beard, and at this moment, not only him, but even a dozen people behind him forgot to catch Pang Rui. After all, Pang Rui smashed the ground so hard, even if he was not injured by Yan Lan, he could still smash an internal and external injury.

Pang Rui's body bounced on the ground, and a stream of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, but his foundation was really deep, and after smashing the ground like this, he could still raise his head and look at Yan Lan's state in the center of the field.

But it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, after looking at it, the throat and mouth are hot again, and this mouthful of blood is clearly angry. I saw Yan Lan standing in the center of the field unscathed, staring at him indifferently.

"Ah, this is unreasonable, unreasonable!" Pang Rui stirred up this sentence a few times in his heart, wanting to roar, but unfortunately his body could no longer provide the power to roar. After some convulsions of his body, he tilted his head unwillingly and passed out.

Pang He and the others looked at Pang Rui, who was in tattered clothes and unkempt, how could he still have the dignified appearance of the white-faced scholar before. Pang He swallowed a little saliva, he was still immersed in his admiration for Pang Rui, but he didn't expect that Pang Rui was already half-dead at his feet when he was only halfway through his beard.

The whole square was quiet, not to mention Pang He, even the thousands of people were all looking at all this with their mouths open, dumbfounded. Yan Yaoji and many elders also stood on the sidelines with shocked faces.

Yan Lan stared at all this, and after exhaling a heavy breath of depression, he gasped heavily, his face also showed a pale color, his body trembled slightly, and it was quite difficult to stand.

In this wave of attacks, Yan Lan unreservedly unleashed the anger in his heart, and tried his best to exert his most powerful attack power, although the power was strong, but the consumption was also extraordinary. He took a cursory glance at his body, and found that the spirit yuan was fully consumed, and his soul was in a weak state, and he was able to keep standing because of the super strong body training on weekdays.

However, what he didn't expect was that Pang Rui, who had just reached the middle stage of Huadan, was like tissue paper in the face of this attack, without the slightest ability to resist.

This blow also gave Yan Lan a bottom line about his strength. Although his cultivation is now only in the late stage of the Yuan Dan, he already has the strength to resist the cultivators in the middle stage of the Hua Dan. However, he could only resist a wave of attacks, and if there was one more cultivator in the Dan Transformation Stage, he would not have the strength to fight again. But if he breaks through the Transformation Pill Stage, he is afraid that in the first realm, no one will be able to stop his edge. Even the cultivators who crossed the level to fight against the second re-moving Heavenly Spirit Realm Yuan Infant Stage had a wave of resistance. As for whether he would be able to fight again after the Xeon's attack, he had no way of knowing now.

Thinking for a moment, Yan Lan pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes gently scanned the surroundings, and the entire square was silent, only to see the clansmen staring with wide eyes and stunned.

"Heh, this blow, even I was shocked, no wonder the clansmen were so surprised!" Yan Lan glanced at Pang Rui's half-dead and decrepit appearance, smiled with satisfaction with his performance, shook his extremely numb hand, turned his head, and floated a rich smile towards Yan Lingyu, who was still in a daze.

Yan Lingyu noticed Yan Lan's gaze, her eyebrows were slightly raised, her eyes were full of autumn water, and she cried with joy. With his hands clasped together in front of his chest, his palms already soaking wet.

"Xiaolan, I knew you would win!" Yan Lingyu wiped away the tears from her cheeks and smiled, showing tenderness.

"Oh, Yan Lan won, hehe!" When everyone's heads couldn't turn around, Yan Lingyuan hugged Yan Linghe and cheered excitedly.

Yan Linghe raised his eyebrows, shook his head with a low sigh, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and sighed in his heart: "Yan Lan, Yan Lan, I was still competing with you for the name of a genius at the beginning, but it's only been a few days, you are so powerful that you can't live!"

Immediately afterward, the silent clansmen began to stir, and between the opening and closing of their mouths, what remained unchanged was the shocked eyes.

"One punch, I actually defeated Pang Rui who cultivated in the Dan Stage with one punch!"

"This ...... Oh my God, what kind of monster is Yan Lan, just one punch, then Pang Rui will change from a young master to a dead pig, this is too exaggerated!"

"Anger, this is the power of anger!"

“......”

Yan Lan calmly listened to the praise and amazement of the clansmen, and his trademark soft smile always hung on his face, and now he is no longer the young man who was so excited and intoxicated after listening to a few praises from the clansmen.

On the edge of the field, Pang He had already reacted from his surprise.

"Rui'er!" Pang He's face ached, and he immediately leaned down and pressed his palm on Pang Rui's neck, "Fortunately, he just passed out in a coma, but the injury is very deep, unless he nourishes it with the elixir at any cost, I am afraid that the foundation will be affected." ”

Pang He's eyes gradually became cold, the corners of his eyes twitched violently a few times, and a spirit energy was released, which was slowly instilled into Pang Rui's body, and then he slowly raised his eyes, and his fierce gaze shot straight towards Yan Lan.

"This kid is so talented, I'm afraid he can compete with the younger generation of those super clan factions. I didn't expect the Yan clan to produce such a genius figure, this son really can't stay, otherwise he will suffer endlessly!" Pang He clenched his fists quietly, the corners of his eyes suddenly flashed, and his body moved rapidly.

Yan Lan's keen soul suddenly gave birth to a sense of imminent crisis. The pupils of his eyes suddenly tightened, and he saw a withered and vigorous palm, from far and near, rushing towards him.

"This old ghost is going to kill me!" a thought suddenly sprung up from the depths of his soul.

wanted to escape, but the qi machine had been locked by Pang He, and Yan Lan only felt that his body could not move.

"Damn!" Yan Lan scolded bitterly in his heart, his expression slightly panicked.

In the face of death, no one is truly fearless.

At this moment, Yan Lan only felt that he couldn't even turn his eyes, and suddenly a figure appeared in his afterglow, and then, he only felt a pair of hands like pincers, suddenly clasping his arms, pulling him out of Pang He's qi lock.

The moment he broke out of the lock, Yan Lan realized that the person who saved him was the Great Elder. Immediately he heard a deafening explosion, and a huge wave of qi shook his body a few steps.

"Old thief Pang He, do you really think that my Yan clan is weak and easy to bully?"

"This is the voice of the patriarch. Hearing the sound, Yan Lan condensed his eyes and looked straight in the direction where the voice came from. I saw that Yan Yaoji's pale face showed anger, the sleeves above his arms were all torn into wisps, and his palms were hidden between the rags, trembling faintly. And that Pang He looked at himself with an unwilling face and hatred, but his demeanor was not the slightest abnormal, and the cuffs of his shirt were intact.

"This old guy's cultivation is so much higher than that of the patriarch!" Yan Lan's heart stirred violently. Since he was a child, Yan Yaoji has been like a god in his heart, and he even thinks that the patriarch is the strongest and strongest person in the world, but he didn't expect that there are people outside the sky, "Is my Yan clan really declining?" A faint sadness slowly spread in his heart.

"Hehe, I don't want that kid's life, it's just that he shot so hard, I just want to teach him a lesson! Pang He gritted his teeth in defense.

Just now, he instantly moved his killing intent on Yan Lan, and on the way to attack, he changed his mind and wanted to destroy Yan Lan's foundation with one palm, but Yan Yaoji always had a guard against him, and the moment his body moved, Yan Yaoji and the Great Elder also made a move.

"Oh, could it be that Patriarch Pang is doing this to leave room for this?" Yan Yaoji's voice was still cold.