"The ...... Damn it! ”

"After I go back, I must learn a lot of long-range attack spirit skills, otherwise I will be too aggrieved!"

In front of the shore of the lake, Zhang Xiaojian's mouth opened and spit out several mouthfuls of blood again.

The surrounding waters had been rendered bright red, all stained red with his blood.

The blood film that had been healed in the chest was torn open again, and blood was rolling and flowing.

The wound also widened, and some internal organs were almost flowing out.

"Made, I feel like I'm going to die......"

What made Zhang Xiaojian most uncomfortable was that his hands and arms were in great pain at this time, trembling and shaking as if he had Parkinson's disease.

The blood vessels and meridians in the arm are as if they were burned in a fire, and the stinging is incomparable!

"Damn, it's still too reluctant to use two double-door mountain cannon punches in a short period of time!"

"What's the deal, Leng Yanjun's secret technique of 'unity of man and soul' is also perverted!"

"I can't break my double mountain cannon fist!"

"Damn it!"

"The body has reached its limit, and the spiritual power in the body has also been completely depleted......

The other side.

Leng Yanjun slowly swam out of the pit at the bottom of the lake again, and the phantom of the lion king betta fish on his body had been shattered like a spider's web, trembling, as if it would be broken at any time in the next second.

Leng Yanjun's face turned pale, his chest seemed to have been hit by a car, and a few mouthfuls of blood spit out from the corners of his mouth again.

However, when Leng Yanjun saw Zhang Xiaojian's injury, he couldn't help but slowly hook up a victory smile on the corner of his mouth.

He swam to the top of Zhang Xiaojian's head and looked at Zhang Xiaojian slightly condescendingly.

Sure enough, it was just as he guessed!

Zhang Xiaojian's body has reached its limit, and the spiritual power in his body has also been consumed!

In fact, since just now, Leng Yanjun has been calculating and feeling the spiritual power in Zhang Xiaojian's body.

In the big family, there are also people who have cultivated martial arts.

Therefore, there are calculations and records for how many points of spiritual power can be added by each layer of copper skin that a martial artist refines.

Leng Yanjun had read the relevant information, so he could also estimate how much spiritual power Zhang Xiaojian had in his body at this time.

At this time, when he looked at Zhang Xiaojian's mental malaise and overloaded body, he immediately knew that he had won.

"You surrender, you have no spiritual power, you lose." Leng Yanjun showed a bright smile.

"Fart, you don't have spiritual power, why did I lose?" Xiao Jian scolded, but as soon as his mouth opened, another stream of blood spurted out.

"Who said I don't have spiritual powers?" Leng Yanjun shrugged, and the corners of his mouth were confidently hooked again.

Then, under Zhang Xiaojian's shocked gaze, a powerful torrent of spiritual power flowed out from a certain point in Leng Yanjun's body and replenished into his dantian spiritual sea.

Leng Yanjun narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Although our Leng family's spiritual power storage is not as good as that of the Zhongshan Zhen clan, it can also store 2,000 points. ”

"So, how are you going to fight me now?"

Looking at Zhang Xiaojian's face that quickly became ugly, Leng Yanjun was a little emotional, but also a little happy.

Fortunately, he was born in a big family, otherwise he would be as embarrassed as Zhang Xiaojian at this time, right?

Even if Zhang Xiaojian is a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years?

No matter what, he is also struggling alone, groping and pioneering on the path of cultivation alone.

Manpower is sometimes poor, and it is difficult to support alone!

In a big family with hundreds or thousands of people, Zhang Xiaojian wants to deal with it on his own, which is really a bit of a fantasy!

The accumulation of hundreds of years of heritage by famous families is completely imaginable by very people.

For example, the low-level version of the "Unity of Man and Soul" secret technique that he mastered at this time, the secret technique of storing a large amount of spiritual power, these things are all developed with a lot of resources and the energy of several generations.

How can ordinary people chase it?

There is simply no way to chase.

Zhang Xiaojian is riding a motorcycle on the highway alone, and he has a "family" bus, which takes turns to accelerate and speed with each other, which is completely incomparable!

"Lost!"

"Zhang Xiaojian lost!"

"It's a pity that in the end, I lost in the Leng family's unique spiritual skills."

"Alas, this is the sorrow of those of us who were born ordinarily."

"Without the support and backing of the family, whether it is cultivation resources or speed, it will be a big step slower than the children of these big families!"

"Alas, sigh!"

“……”

The people on the lake talked a lot, bowed their heads and sighed.

However, this is the reality, not everyone is born on the same starting line.

However, at this time, in their hearts, Zhang Xiaojian was already very powerful.

Although he lost in the end, it was not in strength, but in birth.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaojian's face was extremely pale, his physical body had reached the limit, and his spiritual power was also overconsumed, the whole person could no longer support it and sank towards the bottom of the lake!

Leng Yanjun felt a burst of joy in his heart!

Win!

He's finally won!

Haha...... "Boom!! ”

However, just when the smile on the corner of Leng Yanjun's mouth suddenly gradually bloomed.

Suddenly, a terrifying momentum and a deafening explosion rang in his ears!

Leng Yanjun was shocked!

The people on the lake were shocked!

Jiang Henian and Fei Wuji in the sky were also shocked!

"Psychics, cannon fists!"

Zhang Xiaojian roared, a blood-colored fist with blurred flesh and blood, with a roar, and Leng Yanjun was caught off guard and had a close contact with his face!

"Bang, bang!"

The spirit beast phantom on his body, which was already full of cracks, immediately fell apart and was smashed to pieces!

At the same time, Zhang Xiaojian's left fist also hit!

Then he kept his hands and opened his bow left and right, and he hit Leng Yanjun's face with a crazy beating!

"Bang bang bang!!"

This sudden scene shocked everyone!

This...... What the hell is going on?

There is spiritual power on the body of the little sword!

It's also almost 2,000 spiritual power!

With 100 points of spiritual power in one cannon punch, Xiaojian punched 20 punches at once!

Leng Yanjun was caught off guard, and all of them were taken down!

He flew backwards while Zhang Xiaojian roared and followed, two blood-colored fists frantically swinging out!

"Bang Bang ......"

After 20 punches, Leng Yanjun's entire face directly swollen into a pig's head, and he also directly didn't know whether he was alive or dead, while Zhang Xiaojian stood in place panting.

The entire Nova Lake was silent, and there was not a single sound at all.

Midair.

Jiang Henian and Fei Wuji also looked at this scene in a daze, these two men standing at the top of the pyramid of Nanhai University stood in place like statues at this time, looking down blankly.

"Haha!!"

"Sven scum, you lost, you lost again!"

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