"Woo-hoo-"

The endless wind, stretched into a line, stubbornly tore the whole world. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yan Sanjun stood against the wind, squinting his eyes slightly, waiting for Feng Changqing to make a move.

"Third brother, I'm going to go." After that, Feng Changqing clenched his fists around his waist, his left leg forward, retreated and retreated, forming a horse's step, pressing his body down, and quietly operating his soul power.

Seeing this familiar posture of his, Yan Sanjun remembered a name in the sea of souls, called Baibu Fist.

This is the soul skill of the Feng clan.

This set of boxing techniques, unlike the Yan family's Ben Lei, does not seek speed, but relies on gradually accumulating strength, and after reaching a certain level, it will burst out instantly.

The so-called 100 steps is to give full play to the ultimate meaning of this set of boxing techniques after 100 steps. It is said that the Hundred Step Fist is played to the extreme, and it can be comparable to the poor level soul technique.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Feng Changqing kept stepping and was ready to go, and every time he took a step, his momentum would be stronger. After taking more than a dozen steps in a row, there was already an extra layer of aura outside his body.

During this period, Yan Sanjun kept watching calmly and did not stop him.

"Drink!" When Feng Changqing took the twenty-third step, he suddenly shouted and launched his first attack.

The first punch was blasted out, and the momentum was strong and heavy, and the speed was extremely fast, as if it had split the cold wind around him in half. The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the whistle came.

Seeing that, the fist was about to hit Yan Sanjun's face, but he didn't dodge or dodge, just stood with his hands down, as steady as Mount Tai. Suddenly, his eyes were shining, and his soul power was surging wildly, forming a soul wall in front of him.

"Bang!" The fist slammed into the soul wall, bursting with light.

"Well, it's a little worse, come again!" Yan Sanjun looked at the untouched soul wall in front of him and commented to Feng Changqing.

Not to be outdone, Feng Changqing nodded, turned around suddenly, and took more than a dozen steps in a row, and when he took the thirty-sixth step, he turned around again and smashed his fist on the soul wall.

"Bang!" The second punch burst out with a loud bang again, and although it still failed to break the soul wall, it obviously shook it.

"Yes, some growth, come back!" Yan Sanjun nodded and continued.

"Okay." Feng Changqing became more and more courageous, and as soon as he agreed, he continued to step, this time, he did not stop until he took the forty-ninth step.

At this time, the aura outside his body was a little stronger than before, and he could feel it even a step away. Such a power should not be underestimated, and even Yan Sanjun had to face it squarely.

It's just that the current Feng Changqing looked a little struggling, he gasped slightly, raised his hand decisively, and punched the third punch. This punch, with half a hundred of accumulated strength, has reached the limit of Feng Changqing's own endurance.

It's hard to imagine how strong this punch is, it seems to be slow, but in fact it is fast, and there is a faint sound of breaking the air. Wrapped in soul power, on the fist, the light shone.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

In the field, two voices came to mind in a row, the first was the sound of a fist hitting the soul wall, and the second was the sound of the soul wall shattering.

"Well, I've grown a lot. Now, you can fight me. After speaking, Yan Sanjun stepped forward and made a decisive move.

The atmosphere was ignited all at once.

Yan Sanjun's body was like thunder, tossing and turning, and wherever he passed, it seemed to be accompanied by a faint sound of thunder.

And Feng Changqing, although his body is a little dull, he can always block Yan Sanjun's attack at a critical time.

The fight between the two people was in full swing, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

And outside the venue, the onlookers never stopped.

"They are worthy of being geniuses in Mustard City, how old are they to have such attainments, I'm afraid it won't be long before they can condense the corpse dog spirit and become a poor master."

"Needless to say, you look at Yan Sanjun's performance just now, within the same level, almost no one is invincible, just by virtue of this, it is not a matter of time before he becomes a poor master."

"Hey, you can't talk too much, have you forgotten, three years ago, he once lost his soul power."

"Do you mean that it's possible for him to lose again?"

"The world is unpredictable! Let's continue to watch the fight......"

At the same time, on the other side, Feng Yuelun and Liang You's attention was not all focused on the competition between the two. It was as if they were discussing something more important.

"Brother Feng, is the news accurate?" Liang You lowered his voice and asked.

Feng Yuelun looked around cautiously, and said, "It's not wrong, it's from my father." ”

"Oh, so we can do it now?" Liang You said.

"Hey, don't worry, it's not too late to watch this one." Feng Yuelun said.

"Hehe, Brother Feng wants to take this opportunity to exercise Changqing! It's really well-intentioned. Liang You naturally understood his intentions and said directly.

"Brother Liang is only half right." Feng Yuelun smiled weirdly and continued: "Don't forget, my purpose is to get rid of him, now let him consume more soul power, and when we do it, we can save a lot of trouble." ”

"Oh, it's still Brother Feng." Liang You nodded at him and said in admiration.

To be honest, when it comes to strategy, ten Liang You can't be worth one Feng Yuelun.

"Thunder, wind!"

"Hundred steps boxing, sixty-four roads!"

In the field, the people who fought each other have entered the white heat. Yan Sanjun used his strongest attack so far, and Feng Changqing had already reached the limit and took the sixty-fourth step.

"Bang!"

After the blow, the dust flew, and the powerful aura blocked the surrounding cold wind for nearly a breath.

The two teenagers were forcibly separated by the force of the shock, and when they stood firm, they were both gasping rapidly.

In fact, whether it is Yan Sanjun's thunder or Feng Changqing's hundred-step fist, they all consume soul power. This is the biggest flaw of the low-level soul technique, the power is not large, but the power consumed is not small.

"Chang Qing, I didn't expect you to progress so fast." Yan Sanjun took the opportunity to breathe and praised.

"Third brother, are you praising me? It's an honor to be praised by you. Feng Changqing said.

"Hehe, do you really think so?" Yan Sanjun asked.

"Of course!" Feng Changqing affirmed.

Yan Sanjun stared at his eyes, and from those black pupils, he saw a trace of incomparable sincerity. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's almost time, Chang Qing, let's stop here!" ”

After speaking, before Feng Changqing could understand the true meaning of this sentence, he saw Yan Sanjun suddenly change his posture and shouted softly: "Ben Lei, Shocking Dream!" ”

Then, I saw his figure, became erratic, slowly rising, and when he rose to mid-air, he suddenly split into two, falling from the sky, showing the trend of being sandwiched left and right, like a thunderbolt, with unparalleled manic power, instantly smashed down.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the dust settled.