Shi Pojing and Fan Meng were opposed, and a fighting spirit raged in the field, constantly rising, full of belief in victory. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The door of all wonders is not weaker than others! The door of all wonders is not weaker than others!"

The nameless young man raised his right hand in the audience and cheered, with a look of fanatical adoration, stars were about to pop up in his eyes, and he opened his throat and kept shouting.

The monks of Biquanquan next to him did the same, and they all raised their right hands, and there was a burst of sound and cheers in the field, and all the monks of the Miaomen had a smile on their faces, extremely proud.

Compared with Shi Po, he was alone, standing alone, with a face full of perseverance, and in his eyes, only Fan Meng was left.

"Hmph, if you beg for mercy now, it's not too late!"

Fan Meng snored and said, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, as a monk who walked the path of the flesh, he had never been afraid of fighting at the same level.

In response to him, Shi Po was silent, without saying a word, and a pair of eyes stared directly at Fan Meng, which meant obviously, just asking for a fight.

"Hmph!

Fan Meng scolded angrily, and his body was shaped like an iron tower, like a moving hill, rampage, and came violently towards Shi Po.

Although Fan Meng suppressed the cultivation to the level of evolution, this momentum, swallowing mountains and rivers, was full of boundless domineering, which was terrifying.

Shi Po looked at this familiar scene in shock, and when he was outside the Qingtian Sect, he lost to Ying Xuan's fists and stepped into the realm of evolution, full of confidence, but was hit hard by Xiao Sheng.

At this time, looking at Fan Meng, who was in a strong body, a sense of unyielding rose in his heart, a sense of unwillingness rose, he raised his hands, and kept pinching in front of him.

At the same time, the toes tap the ground, and the body keeps wandering and retreating!

After the experience of two failures, Shi Pojing already has some experience, facing the monks who walk the path of the flesh, fighting is the best way to fight, and it is really unwise to fight hard.

"Humph!"

Fan Meng snorted coldly, and a trace of naked contempt flashed in his eyes.

"If you want to fight, you can't help but underestimate my wonderful door!"

Fan Meng's right foot stomped on the ground fiercely, like an elephant's leg collapsing hard, and instantly crushed the bluestone ground, and cracks spread like spider webs.

With the tremendous strength of this physical body, the body was like a cannonball, and it flew in the air, clenched his right fist, and burst into a crackling sound, and the fist was pregnant with amazing power.

"Okay! Senior Brother Fan beat him!"

When the nameless young man saw this, he couldn't suppress the excitement on his face, and clenched his fists, as if he had come to the stage by himself.

The people around him all cast a look of disdain, but they didn't expect this person to be so thick-skinned that he even called the word senior brother, and really thought that you were a person from all the wonderful sects.

Shi Po was frightened in the face of Fan Meng, who was speeding up, his face was full of solemnity, and his toes touched the ground again, looking light.

The heavenly aura around his body began to condense, bringing a trace of dusty qi, and the soles of his feet relied on the control of the heavenly spiritual qi, as if riding the wind, and opened the distance again.

"Wonderful! The disciples of the Qianyuan Sect really have a bit of a way. ”

Zhao Shenghui saw Shi Po's shocking actions on the side, and couldn't help but exclaim, the teachings of the Qianyuan Sect, or the exercises, are to take the sky as the dry, take the dry as the element, and return to the basics in cultivation.

For the use of Heavenly Aura, it is definitely the first of the three families and seven sects, especially in the face of monks who have not achieved gossip, they can't control the Aura, but they can control the Heavenly Aura, which is an innate advantage.

"I really underestimate you!"

Fan Meng's eyes flashed with a gleam, still not putting Shi Po in his eyes, his body could even accelerate again, between his legs galloping, he could only see an afterimage passing through the void, and there was a rumbling sound from the earth, only this one, but it seemed that thousands of troops and horses were rushing forward.

"Senior Brother Fan is mighty!

The nameless young man began to scream in the audience again, his voice was almost hoarse, and everyone around him saw it, and they were not to be outdone, shouting loudly.

This is Biquan Quan, which has the advantage of home field!

Shi Pojing was not moved by the morale of the audience, and he did not pinch his hands at this time, but went all out to start a circle with Fan Meng, and did not touch it head-on at all.

A faint white mist appeared on the bottom of his feet, which was the condensed heavenly spiritual energy, and when he walked on the platform, there was a sense of soaring clouds and mist, full of immortal energy.

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Shi to become more and more courageous, such understanding, coupled with tenacious will, the future is extraordinary. ”

Murong Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw Shi Pojing's way of fighting, the previous Shi Pojing was holding back a lot of strength in his heart, just to compete with others, hit head-on, and hit hard.

Now, he will finally choose a roundabout route, and he will begin to become mellow, no longer as competitive as before, although this son does not talk much, but his self-esteem is extremely strong.

"Will you just run?

Fan Meng was so angry that he couldn't help but stop, his chest rose and fell a little, and he stared at Shi Po and said dissatisfiedly.

Relying on the strength of his body, he chased Shi Pojing, but as a result, he didn't fight head-on at all, just blindly dodged, and even controlled the heavenly aura to deal with himself.

Shi Po was unmoved, his eyes were still calm, and he was old enough to match his age, his purpose was to consume Fan Meng's strength, but also to consume his patience, and then suddenly attack, this was the chance to succeed in this battle.

As for the head-to-head confrontation, who would dare to confront the monks who walked the path of the meat god in a battle of the same rank.

"Shameless! It's really shameless! There is no need to compare this battle, such a shameless person, he only knows that if he blindly dodges, Senior Wu must have been attacked by a sneak attack!"

When the nameless young man saw this scene, he couldn't help but shout with anger, and scolded Shi Po for being frightened.

"Boy, this is a tactic or not, don't shout there, whoever stipulates it must go head-to-head!"

Zhao Shenghui pursed his lips and shouted at the nameless young man, feeling a little strange in his heart, although he had never seen the appearance and breath of this person, but he faintly felt a little close in his heart, which was really strange.

Especially this person's mouth is so stinky, how can he have the idea of being close.

If it weren't for this, according to Zhao Shenghui's character, he would have rushed up and beaten him a long time ago, where did he get so much nonsense.

When the people of the Miao Sect heard the angry rebuke of the nameless young man, they also felt a little embarrassed, yes, who stipulated that the battle must be fought head-to-head? In this case, what are those body techniques and confusion techniques learned?

Seeing that Fan Meng gradually lost his patience, with a look of impatience on his face, and began to be a little irritable, Shi Pojing gradually slowed down his body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, you're exhausted, aren't you?

Fan Meng sneered for a while, and when he saw Shi Po's body slowing down, he was excited, waving his fists, exploding thunder in the air, and blasting towards Shi Po boundlessly.

"Okay! As soon as this punch comes out, it's simply a discoloration of heaven and earth!"

The nameless young man shouted in the audience again, and he was simply the number one fan of Zhongmiaomen.

In the face of Fan Meng's fierce punch, Shi Po was shocked with both hands, and a demon beast conjured out and bit towards Fan Meng's fist.

Rumble!

The demon beast that came out of the illusion was instantly shattered by Fan Meng's punch and disappeared into the void, followed by another thunderclap, as if the frequency band was thundering, and the fist continued to amplify in Shi Po's frightened eyes.

Shi Po's frightened body retreated, his hands pinched again, a hideous tiger face, opened his bloody mouth, and almost wanted to swallow Fan Meng into his abdomen.

It's a pity that with one punch, the tiger's head is scattered, and Fan Meng can't be stopped at all!

Shi Po was frightened, as if he was feeding Fan Meng moves, as if he was consuming his patience and sharpness, and he was secretly holding back his strength.

Ma Feiming looked at the scene in front of him, and frowned slightly, according to the strength of the two, although they were suppressed in the same realm, Fan Meng, who took the road of the meat god, obviously had the upper hand.

But the rhythm of the battle in the whole field is controlled by this son, and Fan Meng's personality is relatively straightforward, I am afraid that he is the way of this son.

Senior Brother Fan has already gained the upper hand, and he will take down this person in just an instant, hahahaha, and today I will be proud of Biquan. ”

The nameless young man saw Fan Meng exerting his might in the field, as if he was fighting with others in the field, dancing in the audience, extremely excited.

Everyone looked at each other, really speechless, this person is really the best.

Shi Po's frightened eyes were waveless, as if he had drawn a trap, waiting for Fan Meng to continue to go deeper, when Fan Meng attacked violently, he floated away and retreated, and when he was a little impatient and crazy, he stepped forward to feed the move, and kept hanging Fan Meng.

"It's time!"

Shi Po was frightened with a secret thought in his heart, and then the hand trick of his hands began to become complicated, like a butterfly wearing flowers, a residual image passed in front of his eyes, and a faint white mist appeared on the bottom of his feet, as if it was flying like a cloud.

Fan Meng only felt that fighting with Shi Pojing was like a punch on cotton, this person was really cunning!

Often, when he blows with all his strength, he is easily dodged by this person, like a thousand pounds in four or two, and when he is a little exhausted, he bullies him again, which is really hateful.

Under this long and low situation, Fan Meng gradually exhausted his strength, but this person is controlling the heavenly aura, which is endless, and the gap is gradually widening.

Seeing that Fan Meng began to be weak, Shi Po's speed couldn't help but accelerate, and the spirit gathering took shape, and one by one the demon beasts flew out violently with a little bit of their fingertips, and wreaked havoc towards Fan Meng.

It has been suppressed for a long time, recuperating and recuperating, Shi Pojing finally began to erupt at this moment, and the figure of the demon beast in the field was up and down and disillusioned, the tiger roared, and the lion roared constantly.

Although he couldn't break Fan Meng, Fan Meng was already weak at the moment, and the fists he raised were a little difficult!

Senior Brother Fan is mighty, despicable and shameless villain, don't admit defeat quickly. ”

The nameless young man was still so excited that he was dancing in the audience, eager to rush forward and fight with Shi Pojing for three hundred rounds, but all the people of the Miaomen were no longer excited, and they all frowned.

Rumble!

At this time, a huge sound suddenly erupted in the field, Shi Po had been accumulating strength for a long time, and suddenly erupted, and the pinching technique condensed into a white wolf, and then a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and it turned into a blood wolf, only his eyes were glowing with a little white cold.

Fan roared angrily, and then the muscles of his body arched, and he smashed the blood wolf with a punch, and Shi Pojing kept retreating and coughing up blood, but his eyes were full of joy.

"Okay, good, don't hurry up and catch it!"

The nameless young man was so excited that he stroked his palms and laughed, and when he saw Fan Meng exerting his divine power and defeating Shi Pojing, his face was excited.

It's just that the people of the Miaomen looked at each other, but there was no surprise in the slightest, their faces were full of gloom, staring at Shi Po in shock, as if they wanted to swallow him alive.

"Hey, what a silly boy!"

Zhao Shenghui looked at the nameless young man, his eyes were full of pity, and he couldn't help but sneer.

"I'm defeated!"

Fan Meng's face was dejected, he lowered his head slightly, his face was full of unwillingness, his fists were clenched, his nails were deep in the flesh, he never thought that he would lose in a battle at the same level.

"It's... What's going on?"

The nameless young man looked at the scene in front of him with a look of astonishment in his eyes, and the group of spiritual realm cultivators around him were not without this thought, obviously they had already repelled Shi Pojing, why was they still defeated.

"I couldn't resist a blow from Shicai, so I used a cultivation that surpassed the evolution level to repel it!"

Fan Meng clenched his fists, extremely unwilling, gritted his teeth and spoke.

"No... No... This can't be! This can't be!"

When the nameless young man heard this, he seemed to have collapsed his faith, and he shook his head vigorously, his eyes were full of blankness, and his face was incredible, and he couldn't accept all this.

When Fan Meng saw the look of the nameless young man, he only felt extremely ashamed, he really failed the high expectations of the old folks in Biquanzhou.

Even the people of the wonderful sect felt a little unbearable at the crazy look of the nameless young man at this time, and they were really ashamed, alas...

"It must be you who are cheating! Yes! It must be you who are cheating! How can the Miaomen be defeated, how can it be!"

The nameless young man pointed at Shi Pozhen, his whole body trembled, his voice was violent, his face was full of coldness, his teeth were bared, and he was on the verge of going berserk.

When the people of the Miaomen heard this, they all felt that the nameless young man was too fanatical about the belief in the Miaomen, and he actually caused such a blow to him, and even said this kind of unspeakable words from the Miaomen, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but blush for a while.

In front of everyone's eyes, everyone can see it clearly, how can they cheat?!

The crowd of onlookers, looking at the crazy nameless young man, was also full of unbearability and pity, it turned out that this kid was not patting on the back, but sincere faith.

Now with Fan Meng's defeat and the collapse of faith, this son is probably crazy!

"Hahahaha, the door of all wonders, not weaker than others!"

The nameless young man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his eyes were left with bloody tears, he stumbled all the way, squeezed through the crowd, and went crazy.

The people of the Miao Sect raised their hands, not knowing how to save this innocent heart at the moment, Fan Meng's eyes were full of struggle, and then he chased towards the nameless young man.

Such a good man, although he is not my Miaomen disciples, is better than my Miaomen disciples, even if he is crazy in the future, he will definitely arrange it properly, I Fan Meng is really ashamed!

Everyone looked at Fan Meng, who was chasing after the nameless young man, with complicated expressions.

Only Ren Yanran, with a smile in her eyes, looked at the back of the nameless young man leaving, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

(Tomorrow, it's Lao Yu's birthday, I heard, on his birthday, the starting point of the reward will be given to the author in full, asking for verification of authenticity, hum duh) (to be continued.) )