"No one wants to see such a big situation.

On behalf of Danwang Valley, I am here to express my most sincere apologies and condolences to the Infinite Sword Shrine.

I'll explain this matter to the Infinite Sword Shrine side alone, and our conference will continue......

Several young talents from other sects have already shown us that extraordinary skills, and now I will learn from these talents by my Danwang Gu disciple Sun Buyun, and everyone applauds and encourages......

Shangguan Yi finally threw out the foreshadowing.

"What? Senior Brother Sun Buyun wants to challenge the talents of these sects, is there still such a plot arrangement?"

"Yes, I really can't imagine it, this idea is too bold, over the years, we in Danwang Valley have not dared to compare with other sects in terms of martial arts. ”

"The time to witness history has come ......"

This arrangement made all the disciples of Danwang Valley feel a kind of excitement.

Including Mo Qiuya, she also clenched her fists and nervously cheered for Sun Buyun secretly.

Niu Decao, who watched this scene, shook his head.

The venue was arranged into a martial arts arena in the blink of an eye, and an invisible fighting aura permeated the entire space......

Appearing below is the grandson of Danwang Valley...... Not allowed!

This young man came up, only seventeen or eighteen years old, seven feet tall, born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his face was like the sunset, red and purple;

The eyebrows are like paint, the eyes are like stars, the three mountains are matched, the square is wide, and the big ears have wheels.

Don't look at seventeen or eighteen years old, the beard stubble under the chin grows an inch.

I saw him wearing a red gold flame crown on his head, Zhu Ying hanging upside down, wearing a purple satin robe, a big red shirt with a sword under his ribs, and a pair of colorful tiger head combat boots under his feet.

Oh, the audience in the audience saw this person with two big fingers, and secretly praised, look at this person, no matter which side you look at from the front, back, left, right, you don't look like a good person.

On the opposite side, the first to appear was the Liuyun Sect, and Fan Jian, a strong man with a broken boulder in his chest.

Fan Jian bowed to the audience, and at the same time did not forget to show off his eight-pack abs and mermaid line.

"Wow~~~ What a great figure, Fan Jian, we love you!"

The audience didn't know when, Fan Jian's fan group of relatives and friends had been installed early, and they were shouting hysterically with fluorescent boards.

"This brother, dare to ask the name of the honorable surname, my Fan Jian's undefeated and unknown general. ”

Fan Jian asked knowingly in order to put on a show.

"Below, Sun is not allowed. Please also ask Senior Brother Fan to give advice~~~"

Sun Buyun was polite in his mouth, but his eyes betrayed him, and that contemptuous and contemptuous look could be seen by a fool what he was thinking.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Sun, your surname is good, you see two generations younger!

Although you are young and young, I will not bully you;

Are the two of us fighting in literature or martial arts? You can pick one of them, so as not to spread the word that I am bullying the small with the big. ”

Fan Jian looks like an old-timer.

"Wu Dou said that the ugly thing is that it is fighting, and there is a literary fight in a fight? What is a literary fight? I would like to hear it, and I will use this to bluff others in the future. ”

Sun Buyun did not show an attitude of asking for advice.

Fan Jian didn't care, and lived in his own play.

He said in a low voice: "The so-called martial arts is what you said, let's punch and kick, beat up, whoever beats whose brain and fart first, it will be over."

Wenda is different, it is more gentlemanly and pays more attention to the spirit of martial arts.

Do you understand the "spirit"? The spirit of martial arts is not to care about winning or losing, what you want is an understanding of martial arts, that kind of style.

Wendou is built on this model, you don't move first, I'll punch you three times, if you can bear it, then congratulations.

It's your turn to hit me, punch me three times, and I can't move.

And so on until one side is defeated......"

Fan Jianyan foamed at the mouth, as if he was an academic master.

"You talked for a long time, I understand, it's just the excuse found by those guys who are too ugly to lose.

What kind of martial arts spirit, don't blow the wolf here, if you can't beat it, you can't beat it, and there is a bird for all these useless things.

However, in order to make your loss decent, I agree with Wen Da, let's get started. ”

Sun Buyun clenched his fists, "Click~~Click~~" The sound of bones exploding was endless.

"Well, since you want to fight, then let's fight. Either you hit me first!"

Fan Jianzao heard that Sun Buyun was an arrogant and boundless guy, and he said that he would let the other party fight first;

The arrogant Sun Buyun will definitely pretend to be forced and say no. Then let yourself hit first.

When the time comes, I'll punch him out of the urine with three punches......

桀桀桀~~~ Fan Jian thought about it, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious.

But clinker, Sun Buyun didn't know why, and suddenly came honest and honest;

He roared: "Okay, then listen to you, I'll fight first, you prepare." ”

Fan Jian almost turned over and fell down when he heard this, Nima, this kid is too mixed.

Why don't you have a competitive energy, besides, out of the spirit of martial arts, you should also let yourself be a senior!

If there is a mouthful of promise, at least you have to excuse yourself, even if it is fake.

It's good now, the pit I dug myself, and I see that I'm going to bury myself.

"Are you sure, you hit first? After you punch three times, I'll be fine, but it's my turn to hit you!"

Fan Jian is doing meaningless final ideological work.

"With the kung fu of talking to you, I finished all three punches. ”

Sun Buyun urged.

"Okay, you wait. Fan Jian gritted his teeth and stretched out his lunge forward, his fists clamped on both sides of his waist, and the center of his fists was facing up.

A picture ready to be beaten and flattened.

"Ready, come on, let you see what is the martial arts spirit of Wenda. ”

Fan Jian is full of confidence, and he makes cameos everywhere on weekdays, and there are more and more big stones in his chest when he performs, and he says that he is invulnerable.

After a long time, this kind of self-deception began to believe in my own ability.

Lies sometimes have so much magic.

In a way, lying is a magic trick.

"Stop, old fellow!"

Sun Buyun said and punched out, the punch was rustling, and there was a sharp sound of breaking wind on the peak of the fist.

Even the small piece of space that was blasted out by the punch became a little distorted.

A fiery meteor-like fist flashed, and this fist came from the hand of a person who was at the peak of the Earth Martial Realm.

This punch is magnificent, not fancy, and not mixed with any scruples about dragging mud and water.

In Fan Jian's pupils, the huge fist became bigger and bigger, and his heart was cold, secretly crying bitterly.

I thought: This stunned young man must have tried all his strength, it seems that his cultivation is above mine, how can this be good!

was hopelessly nervous, and at the critical moment, the breath he was holding all over his body suddenly deflated!

The reason turned out to be......