What the heck?

Yan San was completely stunned. It's easy to bet 10,000 yuan on crystals, but it's just a third-order citrine, and I still have tens of thousands, but if I lose, what does it mean to see the iron head and pretend not to see it in the future?

Yan San was puzzled, and was confused by this mysterious iron-headed man. However, he still took out a citrine from his waist and threw it gently, which happened to land on the small bag thrown by the iron head. Anyway, he also followed Qu Xiucai to practice the 'Flying Star Transmission of Hatred' secret weapon technique, and it was still difficult to defeat Yan San if he threw a stone within ten meters.

The iron-headed man began to play one move at a time, and sure enough, he did not fight because of 'Wenbi', but as he himself said, his fists and feet were blowing strongly, the vitality was circulating, and the edge was also wrapped in a layer of indifferent brilliance, which seemed heavy and sharp, and indestructible.

Gangqi!

With just one glance, Yan San's eyes twitched, narrowing into a dangerous line. The routine performed by Tietou is a set of physical cultivation tactics, and the use of Yuan Qi Huagang is much more proficient than himself. In Yan San's Broken Void Eyes, there were no secrets in the iron-headed man's body, every meridian, every muscle, and every circling flow of blood elements were clearly recognizable, and even ...... This bamboo pole seems to be deliberately showing, every movement is slowed down several times, and it is slow like an old man, but Yan San is dumbfounded.

The effect of the unprecedented esoteric energy transfer method is unknown because there is no physical reference, but just by looking at the flickering and uncertain qi that drives the air to circulate and make a dull or sharp sound of breaking the wind, you can know that it is extraordinary.

This set of martial arts is still on top of Wuding Mountain.

Of course, it is not the same in the eyes of other monks, and if there is no Broken Void Eye, it can only be seen as a show, even the Phantom Scorpion. After all, if you can explore the true meaning of other people's techniques just by looking at your appearance, then there is no such thing as a secret trick. Monks will not squeeze their heads in order to enter the big sect, because the secret techniques of the big sect are so profound that others can't get a glimpse of their secrets.

At this time, in the snow-white fur cave, the faint scorpion watched the inexplicable fight between Yan San and Tietou on the wall, and a pair of good-looking embroidered eyebrows wrinkled tightly, sensing the unusual taste. Although I can't see through the purpose, it is so abnormal, there must be something to be tired of.

Who is it? What do you want to do? The Scorpion's mind turned over the faces of the King Kong Tiger, the Fire Demon, and the Tombstone, and pondered for a long time, but in the end he found nothing. But she was sure that it must have been a small gesture made by one of the three.

It seems that I have to step up! There are many dreams at night, and the longer it drags on, the greater the variables. Since someone has already played it, what do you have to worry about outside the rules?

Seven or eight small pink scorpions fished out from under the snow-white blankets, crawled out of the cave and disappeared.

Chen Baner was dumbfounded, glanced at the toothless Li who was smiling with a messy mouth, and only felt that he had fallen into the pit again.

The two people who ended up didn't say anything directly, but actually played a routine very politely! This is a bloody ring, fighting the street, you think this is a street show, and you are still fighting? Why don't you pee farther than anyone else!

Although his heart had turned over and overturned, Chen Ban'er's face was red, and he didn't jump out of half a fart. Yan San can't be controlled, don't worry about the person who takes a knife and puts it on his head every minute, it's okay if he doesn't kill him. Therefore, when the anger burns to ashes, it can only be held back.

Fortunately, he only gambled a thousand yuan crystals! Chen Ban'er exhaled fiercely and glanced at the toothless Li fiercely. Toothless Li stretched out his tongue and licked the rotten gums wetly, which was regarded as a tribute, and Chen Ban'er had a toothache.

Yan San's eyes were staring at the iron head's every move, looking sluggish, but in fact, the Broken Void Eye was already full of firepower, and he was engrossed in his memory. The 'unforgettable' embodied in the strength of soul cultivation allowed Yan San not to miss any of the iron head's movements, and even split his soul and had time to observe the iron man's eyes.

That's disdain, impatience, and a bit of grievance. During this period, the iron-headed man looked at Yan San in a daze, and glared at Yan San a few times!

The iron-headed man was very powerful, he was the most powerful third-order cultivator Yan San had ever seen, even stronger than Blood Fire Killing. The blood and fire killing master inherits the blood countercurrent sect, practices the blood dance trick, is a master of spiritual double cultivation, its vitality has its own fire element, the vitality into the body is like boiling, vomiting blood into ashes, very domineering and domineering.

However, Yan San felt that the iron-headed man was even stronger. It's a beastly instinct. The iron-headed man's combat skills didn't look fancy, but the flow speed of the vitality in his body was as fast as electricity, and the running route of the vitality was even more complicated and inexplicable. If the Blood and Fire Killer is a noisy and hot fire, then the Iron Head Man is a simple knife.

Although the fire is fierce, it is the first to catch people, but it makes people on guard and there are traces to follow. The knife is silent, the edge is not obvious, the origin is unknown, and life and death have been divided when the cold light is released. With Yan San's own understanding, Tietou has reached the realm of 'returning to the basics', and it is the dog that bites people without barking, which is the most dangerous.

The iron-headed man fought more and more slowly, and even thought a little about it in the end, and finally slashed out with one palm, and a hazy qi flew out of his palm half a foot and dissipated in the air...... The iron-headed man slowly regained his strength, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said, 'I'm done fighting!

The tone is indifferent, but the breath is very calm, and it takes a lot of energy to consume it, and there is no different color, as if you have just drunk a cup of tea...... Yan San was shocked in his heart, the vitality of this iron-headed man was much higher than his own, if Yan San finished this set, his breath would definitely be unstable, and he would definitely not be able to be as calm as the iron-headed man...... I am also in the mood to give Yan Sanyi a white eye.

The ghostly scorpion in the cave suddenly flicked up when it saw the light of the palm knife, and its eyes were extremely surprised. Gang Qi is out of the body, this is ...... Fourth Order!!

The third order is still in the mundane, in the eyes of mortals, it is not too strong to pervert, the speed is so fast that it is perverted, and there are many means to pervert, perverted...... After all, it's still human. But a hundred steps with a knife, and even flying like a bird, sweeping without a shadow, and breaking the mountains with a fist, it is not a pervert that can be described, it is the strongest under the immortals, and it is no longer the definition of human beings.

The fourth-order mixed element, ordering one side, can be on the list of reckless burial kings.

And the fourth-order body cultivation has reached the realm of 'not being bad' in the physical body, which is terrifying and abnormal. Under the immortals, physical cultivation is known as the first in fighting, which is not a lie.

It wasn't until he saw that the sword light dissipate half a foot away from his body that the Phantom Scorpion breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, "It's okay, it's only the peak of the third order, not the fourth order?......!"

Not to mention that the Phantom Scorpion was puzzled, Yan San confronted the iron-headed man and asked, spit out a few words from his mouth, and said, "Wait a minute, let me think about it!"

The iron-headed man rolled his eyes without hesitation, sighed again, and said, "But!"

Yan San sat down cross-legged facing the iron-headed man, closed his eyes slightly, and the main soul and the split soul simulated himself and the iron-headed man respectively, fighting fiercely on the soul platform, and deducing the method of cracking. Chen Ban'er had already broken his eggs at this time.

"What kind of fight is sitting on the opposite side like this, what kind of trouble are you guys doing?" The key is the toothless Li smile, as if he was losing, and it made Chen Ban'er feel like he swallowed more than a dozen flies in his heart.

After a stick of incense, Yan San frowned and opened his eyes, looking at the iron-headed man's eyes a little strange.

Different from Wuding Kaishan, this set of boxing methods of the iron-headed man is very miscellaneous and chaotic, it seems to be a bit of a preface and afterword, each move is independent and has nothing to do with it, but it is connected together smoothly, and what is even more strange is that this set of boxing methods makes Yan San feel ...... This feeling is like when I am practicing bodhisattva man, moving with my heart and without a framework.

Now is not the time to think about this, Yan San raised his spirits, stood up and said, "I'm starting!"

Yan San pulled open the shelf, punched straight forward, a layer of blood on the fist condensed, the broken air made a crackling sound, and then stumbled under his feet, half around, his body had turned an angle unbelievably, an elbow obliquely pushed upward, and the tip of the elbow came out with a bloody light, flashed, and there was a clear stabbing sound in the air, as if tearing a piece of cloth, and then the feet turned faster and faster, and the movements of his hands did not stop, like lightning and thunder, and as if he was crazy, playing a set of awkward and crazy punches.

The last kick was low, Yan San crossed his hands to protect his face, and his body flew back treacherously as if he was being pulled by an anti-man, obviously simulating dodging the iron-headed man's palm knife. Kankan withdrew two meters, Yan San's feet condensed, and the whole person shook like lightning, appearing in the original position like an instantaneous movement, and a punch with a rumbling wave of qi hit the empty air, and it was solid.

"Okay! a little capable, not in vain to blind the inheritance of the master's ......" The iron-headed man's bitter tone finally added a little other emotion, and he seemed a little surprised? Then he sneered: "But my punch method is alive, and each move is not fixed, how much is the point of you breaking one move at a time?"

Yan San said: "I naturally know, but I also thought of a temporary way to crack it, and it was just expedient." If it is really a match, to be honest, it is unpredictable to win or lose, and it is most likely that both sides will lose. After thinking about it, Yan San said again: "If it's a death match, you have a greater chance of dying than me!"

Yan San has the talent of Snow Jade Swallow's 'rapid recovery', and now he has the Muyuan Spirit Bead, as long as he is not dead at that time, he can always survive, so he has this saying.

The iron-headed man thought for a moment, nodded and said, "You're right, if it's a third-order battle, you and I will be unpredictable, I'm sure to kill you, but I'm not sure to retreat." You won!' Speaking of which, Yan Sanxin knew that the iron-headed man still had hole cards that had not been played, and most of them were peerless. This crying abyss is indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and a thin bamboo pole that pops out of nowhere can kill him.

Yan San leaned over and picked up the small bag thrown by Yuan Jing and the iron-headed man who were gambling with the two, and wanted to ask the iron-headed man for a few words, but saw that the iron-headed man's thin bamboo pole-like figure seemed to be blown away by the wind and jumped into the crowd.