Sen Han's eyes stared at Leng Qianhan, and Meng Yun said coldly: "The strength of the five layers of the spirit can actually be struck hard with me until now, it seems that I still underestimate your ability far from it."

As he spoke, a touch of emotion was revealed, and the eyes that were bursting with crazy killing intent had become a little red, and the more Leng Qianhan behaved, the more powerful the killing intent in his eyes became. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's okay! If this strength is a little worse, I'm afraid I'm really going to be killed on the spot" Ignoring Meng Yun's eyes surging with crazy killing intent, the corners of Leng Qianhan's mouth hooked a beautiful arc and mocked.

In the contest just now, Meng Yun didn't have a trace of his hand, and the move went straight to his vital point, where it was like a competition, but like an enemy meeting each other, his eyes were red, if his strength was weaker, he would really hang up.

"Don't be too complacent, even if it's so, it still can't change your ending" Looking at Leng Qianhan's dazzling smile, Meng Yun gritted his teeth and said, but the spiritual power in his body had already begun to work, ready to brew the next round of attacks.

"Do you think you have that ability?" The corners of his mouth pulled up slightly, and his cold eyes were like sharp blades, and he did not shy away from meeting Meng Yun's eyes full of murderous intent.

The golden spiritual power in Leng Qianhan's body surged wildly, pouring out along his arm, and finally gathered in his palm like a stream, dazzling.

Under the ring, there was silence, no one spoke, and everyone's mood also fluctuated with the game, and a dull atmosphere was spreading.

Boom!

The two terrifying energies became more and more terrifying as time passed, and the two invisible momentum exploded in the center of the two, emitting a huge muffled sound, and even everyone far away under the ring could clearly feel the horror in it.

The strong wind swept through the entire ring in an instant, and the robes of the two were blown to the point of hunting, and the momentum of the two had climbed to the extreme.

Meng Yun's gloomy face became more and more hideous, the corners of his mouth flashed with a cold smile, grinning at Leng Qianhan, but he was the first to rush out, leaving a trail of afterimages at a fast speed, and the brown spiritual power wrapped his arms tightly, and his hands seemed to have grown several times larger, like a giant ape outstretching its arms, violent and heavy, rushing towards Leng Qianhan, as if he could crush everything.

Brush!

As if cutting through the spatial barrier, it appeared in front of Leng Qianhan in an instant, and with a punch, the fist glowing with brown spiritual power crushed mercilessly with unparalleled power.

The air seemed to be blasted, and the strong wind surrounded its fist like a substance, and the sound was huge, which showed how terrifying the power was contained.

"Collapse Fist"

Sen Han's voice suddenly sounded, and the violent spiritual power carried a strong wind to lift the hair dancing in front of Leng Qianhan's forehead, reflecting the immature and heroic face, only to see that the latter did not show any nervousness at all, and his expression was still as indifferent as before, without a trace of waves, as if Meng Yun's punch was not coming at him.

"Looking for Death"

Looking at Leng Qianhan's indifferent expression, the anger in Meng Yun's eyes became even stronger, as if he could breathe out fire, and the speed of his punch suddenly increased a lot.

This is the treasure of his Meng family's Zhen clan, the spiritual skill of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, the power is fierce and domineering, and it is extremely terrifying, although the cultivation time is still very short, it is only the first to get involved in the skin, but it is not comparable to the spiritual skill of the upper grade of the Yellow Rank.

As if foreseeing that the opponent would face the most tragic end, a look of pride appeared on Meng Yun's face.

Facing Meng Yun's thunderous attack, Leng Qianhan was not in a hurry, the golden handprints between his palms had already taken shape, and he stretched out his palms skillfully, Leng Qianhan instantly and quickly punched out four golden handprints from the void.

"Four Layers and Nine Overprints"

After cultivating for such a long time, the four-layer handprint is the limit that Leng Qianhan can skillfully play at present, and this palm is the strongest combat power that Leng Qianhan can burst out at present.

A streamer of light flashed, and the four handprints had overlapped perfectly, and the handprints mixed with powerful spiritual power rolled up a hurricane and slapped towards Meng Yun blatantly.

"Hmm, what is this powerful spiritual pressure?" Feeling the powerful power emanating from Leng Qianhan's condensed handprint, Li Wentian's pupils shrank suddenly: "Could it be that this is a Xuan-level spiritual skill?"

"Impossible! The Fifth Soul Entering Sect is actually able to cultivate Xuan-level Spiritual Skills?" staring at the young man in the center of the ring with shocked eyes, Li Wentian's heart seemed to have set off a monstrous wave.

Looking at Lu Bisheng and Meng Fang on the side, the eyes of the two of them were dull at this moment, and they were completely dumbfounded.

Boom!

The handprint and Meng Yun's fist exploded instantly, and in the ring, a mushroom cloud slowly rose, and the entire space seemed to be exploded, and the billowing smoke and dust swept towards the surrounding crowd, covering everyone's eyes, and a figure was blown away by the strong wind, falling under the ring like autumn leaves.

When the smoke and dust cleared, I saw a young man standing proudly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his black hair dancing wildly in the wind, reflecting the young man's immature and bright smiling face, dazzling in the sun.

"Brother Han, I knew you could win"

Under the ring, Li Mengyao murmured incoherently, her delicate little face was tinged with a faint flush, her eyes looked at the sunny young man in the ring, and her autumn-like eyes flashed with unknown emotions.

The children of the Li family on the side saw Leng Qianhan's victory, and they were even more crazy and excited, just now they pressed all the remaining spirit coins, thinking that they would lose, but they didn't expect that now they are in another village.

On the high platform, Li Wentian could no longer hold back the joy in his heart, and urged the majestic spiritual power in his body to shout to the young man in the ring: "Qianhan!

The sound of the loud voice almost drowned out everyone present, echoing in the air above the ring for a long time.

Hearing Li Wentian's shout! Leng Qianhan turned his head and showed a knowing smile to Li Wentian on the high platform.

"Okay, now that Meng Yun has fallen under the ring, then the final winner of this game is Leng Qianhan!"

With the final announcement of the referee, the crowd in the entire square began to boil, and the deafening applause shrouded the air over the ring, which lasted for a long time, and this year's three-clan competition ended with Leng Qianhan's victory.

Ignoring everyone's discussions, Leng Qianhan walked out of the ring with an indifferent face.

And at this moment, Meng Yun has already fainted under the ring, no one will pay attention to him, this world is like this, loser!

"Qianhan, you kid is very powerful! we are developed" Looking at Leng Qianhan who was walking towards everyone, a cadre of the Li family said excitedly.

"It's okay!" replied with a smile, Leng Qianhan turned his gaze to the struggling girl on the chair, and smiled: "Meng Yao!

"Hmm"

The girl's voice was like a fine mosquito, a trace of blush appeared on her fair neck, her slender little hands pinched the corners of her clothes, there was a sweet smile on her little face, the shallow dimples on both sides of her cheeks were cute and moving, and her beautiful eyes like autumn water did not dare to look directly at Leng Qianhan's eyes.

Hehe!

Looking at the shyness on the girl's face, Leng Qianhan shook her head and smirked, not knowing what to do.

Hee-hee!

The ethereal laughter rippled from her ears, but the girl was amused by Leng Qianhan's naivety, pursed her red lips, her eyes were bent into a shallow crescent, and the breeze stirred the girl's hair, reflecting the girl's beautiful face.

An unknown emotion is surging, time and space are stagnant, and the years are quiet!