"Well, this trick looks really beautiful, but it's so extremely consuming of spirit yuan, I think you can still fiddle with it a few times!" Situ Hengkong's face did not change color because of Situ Zhaonan's fall into the downwind, if you look closely, you can see that he actually has a faint sneer.

Situ Zhaonan's expression was slightly cold, this time he was prepared to go to the confrontation, but he fell behind in front of so many beauties, although he was not defeated, but it made him feel displeased.

"It seems that only a quick decision can attract the girl's attention and make me feel more happy!" Situ Zhaonan snorted coldly, and the spirit yuan around him burst out, and on his arms, a huge amount of spiritual power was rolling. Full of long hair, all flying in the tyrannical spirit element.

In the blink of an eye, Situ Zhaonan relied on his speed advantage to attack Yan Lan at close range.

"Bang!"

Situ Zhaonan's punch to Yan Lan's abdomen was stopped.

"Bang!"

The punch that slammed into the head was also stopped by Yan Lan.

"Bang bang bang bang......" The two fought in close quarters, and the sound of fists and palms colliding sounded like firecrackers. When everyone looked, they saw Situ Zhaonan's figure fluttering, and he bombarded Yan Lan indiscriminately. And Yan Lan was fully defensive, using both fists and feet, intercepting every attack of Situ Zhaonan.

As the duel time lengthened, many Yan clansmen's mouths gradually became "oh", they didn't expect that Situ Zhaonan's strength was not as able to absolutely suppress Yan Lan as they expected.

"Yan Lan, maybe you really have a little ability. Many clansmen looked at Yan Lan's gaze, and once again suddenly became surprised.

Yan Muxiong's gaze never left Yan Lan's figure, and at this moment, his originally extremely dignified expression was slightly relieved. In his eyes, a flame of anticipation danced.

"If Yan Lan can win this time, then he will be the most outstanding family disciple in terms of innate talent and acquired hard work since I took charge, although he is still young......" Yan Muxiong's gaze became more and more intense.

"Brother Xiaolan, why only defend and not attack, can't go on like this!" Among the onlookers, Yan Ling Yudai frowned slightly and said softly.

"Although Brother Yan Lan only attacks and does not defend, he is relaxed and comfortable, and he will not fall into disadvantage for a while. Yan Lingyu's side, a woman who was half a head taller than Ling Yu said indifferently. But in her watery eyes, there was a flash of amazement.

This woman's name is Yan Linglong, seventeen years old, she was born as beautiful as snow, elegant and refined, and her figure is even more graceful than Yan Lingyu.

"Oh. Yan Lingyu responded, and immediately her contact lenses condensed, and she continued to watch the battle quite nervously.

This onslaught, fists and palms intertwined, lasted for more than a hundred times. Situ Hengkong's face twitched slightly, his brows furrowed, and he said secretly: "Nan'er's fierce attack this time, even if you cultivate to the middle stage of Yuan Dan, it will be difficult to take it all." This kid can hold on for more than 100 times without showing his decline, and he really has some means. However, the ending has long been doomed......"

After a hundred punches, seeing that he had gained little, Situ Zhaonan suddenly realized that he seemed to despise his opponent, and immediately snorted lightly, his body rotated around Yan Lan, and he stopped behind Yan Lan in an instant. The right hand that was wrapped in the thick Lingyuan was slammed straight towards the back of Yan Lan's head.

Attacking behind him, Yan Lan didn't have to look back, his soul could naturally sense it.

"Hmph, don't think that only you are fast!" Yan Lan immediately condensed, his body was restrained, he bowed forward slightly, and then shouted, like throwing a heavy object, his right hand was just like a dragon out of the abyss, and with lightning speed, he hit Situ Zhaonan's hard fist hard.

Situ Hengkong's expression was solemn, he didn't expect that Yan Lan would be able to react quickly under Situ Zhaonan's rapid speed, and he could also gather momentum and respond to Situ Zhaonan with the most domineering offensive.

"Boom ......"

The two fists, which were still immature, were like two pieces of hard gold and iron, bombarding each other domineeringly, making a shocking explosion.

A strong ray, like the sun in the middle of the day, shone so brightly that everyone couldn't look at it directly, and the scattered Lingyuan overturned many disciples of the lower families on the sidelines to the ground.

Under the residual strength of the two Lingyuan, the sleeves of Yan Lan and Situ Zhaonan were all shattered, turning into powder and scattered all over the ground. The figures of the two of them also took seven or eight steps back, and their eyes showed a solemnity for the strength of their opponents.

At this moment, Yan Linghe's eyes were flashing with incredible colors. He clearly felt that the power of Yan Lan's punch was much greater than the punch he had duel with him before. He asked himself, if he took this punch now, he was afraid that he would suffer a lot of internal injuries.

Yan Linghe took a deep breath, he had put Yan Lan at the same height as himself before, and he was still a little reluctant in his heart. Now, seeing Yan Lan as an opponent who surpasses him, although he is unwilling, he has to admit this helpless reality.

"Yan Lan, this kid, I actually underestimated his strength!"

"Yan Lan trains on weekdays, and he is already showing his strength in a high-profile manner, I really didn't expect that he actually hides some strength!"

"It seems that the outcome of this competition may not be as bad as expected!"

“......”

The hearts of the onlookers lowered a little after seeing Yan Lan follow in shock. For Yan Lan's strength, he had to rate it a few points higher. Of course, the good impression of Yan Lan has also improved a lot.

Yan Muxiong's cold and resolute gaze couldn't help but reveal joy at this time. He turned his head and saw Situ Hengkong's expression, his arrogance had decreased a little, and there was even a trace of solemnity between his eyebrows.

"The strength is good, your name is Yanlan, I remember you. But with this bit of strength, you can't win against me. Situ Zhaonan's cold and resolute face showed a slight smile.

Whether this is an admiring opponent's smile or a confident smile, it's impossible to know.

When Yan Lan heard this, the corners of his mouth raised, and he smiled: "Yan Lan is my name, but how do you know that I only have this strength?"

Yan Lan's expression pretended to be relaxed, but his heart was quite dignified. In the past, he only needed to show seventy percent of his strength to be able to mix with ease. Moreover, the significance of the previous competition is far less than this competition. This is the first time in 13 years that he has faced such a formidable opponent. It's impossible to say not to worry.

However, it is pointless to worry, it is better to show ten strength and fight with all your might.

Situ Zhaonan's afterglow swept slightly over the girls watching around, and he felt the gaze of the girls staring at him, and he immediately felt quite enjoyable.

"It's really intoxicating to be noticed by so many beautiful people of the opposite sex. If I can defeat Yan Lan quickly, their gazes, even if they are a little resentful, should have a sense of worship. ”

The corners of Situ Zhaonan's mouth raised a proud arc.