The two figures in the ring kept colliding, and the cold snap and heat wave continued to hit all directions.

"Kill! Fire Serpent !!"

Uncle Xu Si roared, and the steaming aura on his body turned into a giant snake, and one bit like Zhang Fan.

"Star picker!"

A giant palm formed by spiritual energy appeared in mid-air, and the fire snake was smashed with a slap.

Zhang Fan moved quickly, bullying forward, and wanted to maximize the advantages of his physical body.

'Oh~~'

Uncle Xu Si took out a sharp sword, "Qingfeng Sword Technique, Wind Breaking Mountain Sword!"

A sharp mang flashed, sticking to the ring like Zhang Fan, and for a while, the sand and rocks were gone.

Zhang Fan turned sideways to avoid it, and saw that Uncle Xu Si was holding a sword in one hand and pinching his fingerprints in the other, with a cruel smile on his face.

"That's naïve, boy, turn it around!"

With a flick of the hand holding the sword, the Limang, who had already flown away, suddenly folded, and slashed towards Zhang Fan again.

"Break my !!"

Zhang Fan's blood and qi power was steaming, and at the same time, accompanied by the power of Taiyin, he punched out the sharp mang in the middle.

'Poof~~', the sharp mang shattered, and Zhang Fan shook his hand that was a little numb.

"This kid has such a strong body!" The monk outside the ring couldn't help but sigh, that sharp mango was a blow from the half-step psychic realm, and it only made his hands numb, and the skin was not broken.

"I'm afraid this kid of the Zhang family has gone to the extreme on the way to the flesh. ”

The monks below were discussing, and the two in the ring did not stop in the slightest, constantly attacking each other.

Uncle Xu Si has a wide range of skills, and all kinds of magic powers come out, whenever Zhang Fan wants to stick to him, he will blast out a spell, shaking Zhang Fan back and keeping a distance.

However, Zhang Fan exerted the power of his physical body to the extreme, occasionally throwing out a few spiritual qi giant palms to smash the attacks that he couldn't dodge.

To put it simply, neither of the two can help anyone at the moment.

Today has passed, I have to cultivate the three great masters of Xinghai Mountain, Zhang Fan thought to himself.

He is only a preliminary master, and at present, he can only turn into a straight attack with a big hand of aura, or pop out from between his fingers as Sumeru, this is only the most superficial use, if he can practice the star picking hand to the extreme like the incarnation of the sea water in the trial island, there are stars around his palms and fingers, and he can slap Uncle Xu Si to pieces with one palm.

Uncle Xu Si was also more and more frightened at this time, and he had already put away his contempt, he was half a realm higher than Zhang Fan, but this small half of the realm was a step from the secret realm to the psychic realm, and the gap was big enough to crush the monks at the peak of the secret treasure, but now he couldn't help Zhang Fan, he felt that the other party's aura was not much worse than him.

"If it is consumed like this, Uncle Xu Si will definitely lose. When Zhang Fan first entered the Secret Treasure Realm, his endurance was enough to make many monks in the late stage of the Secret Treasure Realm embarrassed, fighting for endurance and consumption, and he was not afraid at all, not to mention that there were visions that had not been used.

"The little brother is extraordinary, and I am not an opponent. Kang Zhicheng shook his head with a wry smile, his strength and Uncle Xu Si are also between the two sides, and they can't help each other after several fights, in the small world, he still wants to take care of Zhang Fan, but he thinks that the other party's strength is stronger than him.

"Zhicheng doesn't have to be presumptuous, it's normal for Xiao Daoyou to have a special physique and this strength, and you can tie with Uncle Xu Si with your mortal body, and your talent is already excellent. Luan Wuya comforted on the side, isn't it unpleasant to compare himself with a person with a vision?

The two of them in the ring passed another hundred rounds, and Zhang Fan gradually gained an advantage, on the one hand, his physical strength and endurance were amazing, and on the other hand, he had figured out Uncle Xu Si's tricks.

"The kid of the Zhang family is amazing, this is a victory over the strong with the weak. "Some people from the family sighed, they were short of that crucial small step, and they could still suppress their opponents, this qualification is enough to be demonic.

"What kind of physique is that kid? It seems to be one of the extreme yin physiques, but when attacking the enemy, he relies more on the strength of the physical body, and this aura is too abundant, and it has not been attenuated until now. "Some people are puzzled, obviously at the beginning of the body around the body into a cold ice domain, it seems to be a kind of extreme yin physique, but it really fights by relying on physical brute force to kill the enemy, this seems to be mocking the opponent, I also have a special physique, but I don't care to use it, I can blow you up with a pair of fists.

Uncle Xu Si had been suppressed at this time and retreated again and again, he knew the horror of Zhang Fan's body, and the half-step psychic stone beast in the small world couldn't bear it.

There was a hint of fierceness in his eyes, "Boy, give me death!"

When the words were closed, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but there was a ruthless look on his face, accompanied by a hint of pride.

Suddenly, countless sharp swords suddenly appeared in the sky above the ring, all of which were transformed by aura.

Then with a 'bang', ten thousand swords fell and turned into a rain of swords.

"Qingfeng Gate's Peerless Rain Sword! Isn't this something that only a Psychic Realm monk can use!" a monk exclaimed.

"Uncle Xu Si is desperate, using a half-step psychic cultivation to forcibly exert it, although the power has weakened a lot, but the monks of the secret realm can't stop it at all. ”

"This time, the kid of the Zhang family has to suffer, although the power is much weaker, but it is comparable to the full force of the psychic realm monk. ”

Even the old man Zhang De, who has full confidence in his grandson, couldn't help but clench his fists.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's heart shrank sharply, he felt a great threat, that feeling, he had only felt when Huang Xi Daoren blew up the spirit weapon.

The sword rain in the sky struck rapidly, accompanied by a scorching breath.

The dust was flying, and the people outside the ring couldn't see what was happening in the arena for a while, only to see a sharp sword with a scorching breath falling, and the explosions roared incessantly.

'Boom''

The place where Zhang Fan stood was overwhelmed by the heat wave.

"Hahaha, boy, force me to hurt myself and forcibly use the Shower Sword, and you deserve to die. Uncle Xu Si stood in the ring with a sword in one hand, his face was pale, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth.

It took a long time for the tea to stop, and the smoke and dust mixed with the heat wave covered up the place where Zhang Fan was before.

"Hey, hey, hey. Uncle Xu Si walked forward step by step with a cruel smile on his face.

However, the next moment, his pupils contracted, and the arrogant and hideous color on his face turned into fear.

"This... That's impossible... How could you still be alive!"

A figure walked out of the smoke and dust, walking firmly.

"I actually carried it down! Is the Zhang family's kid's body made of divine gold?"

"It's amazing, with the cultivation of the secret realm as a one-hit killing move to resist the psychic realm, this kid has to go against the sky. ”

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and everyone saw Zhang Fan's appearance clearly, the clothes and pants on his body were already tattered, and they were probably disgusted when they threw them to beggars.

There were several terrifying scars on his naked body, as if a dragon was coiling around him, and his long silky hair was on his head like a bird's nest.

Although he looked embarrassed at this time, no one laughed, and they all looked at him with a shocked gaze.

Zhang Fan waved his hand: "Do you set off firecrackers? ”

The moment the Shower Sword appeared just now, he felt a huge threat, and then he found that the powerful force was not a one-time explosion, but a gradual fall, and the fluctuation of each blow was comparable to the peak of the Secret Vault, and an ordinary Secret Realm peak monk would definitely die, not even a half-step psychic monk, but for him, it was completely able to carry it, just consume some more blood and qi power.

Uncle Xu Si turned around and left, stumbling slightly.

The blow just now not only hurt his origin, but also drained all his aura, and he was no longer able to fight in a short period of time.

"Want to run?" Zhang Fan's eyes froze, and two golden rays of light like substance shot out of his eyes, instantly piercing the back of Uncle Xu Si's heart.

"Uncle Si!!" Xu Sibo, the head of the Xu family, let out a wail, watching his younger brother fall into the ring.

"Hmph!" Among the many monks in Qingfeng Gate, a brocade-clothed young man snorted coldly, and then looked at Zhang Fan deeply, as if he wanted to carve him into his eyes, and then turned to leave.

Zhang Fan turned his head violently, his eyes were cold, but he didn't find anything.

He felt a cold murderous aura just now, and the chill almost turned into substance, giving him goosebumps all over his body.