"Senior Brother Meng Xiong, come on, knock down that hateful villain!" Behind everyone, a pretty and petite green figure also followed.

Zhuo Yi heard the sound and saw that she was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, delicate-looking girl, dressed in a small green flower dress, with her hair as if she had been carefully groomed, and from a distance, she looked like a delicate doll.

Seeing the girl appear, Zhuo Yi, who was originally full of contempt in his eyes, couldn't help but be amazed.

I didn't expect that there would be such a stunning girl in this small Xuantian Sect.

The girl who suddenly appeared was another disciple of Lin Yue just last year, Lin Feiyun.

Lin Feiyun was an orphan, and even she didn't know what her name was, so Lin Yue asked her to follow her surname and gave her a very nice name.

And Duan Le looked at Meng Xiong behind him, and his face did not hide his joy.

At this time, Han Feng and a few people had already walked halfway up the mountain, looking at the familiar mountain roads around him, Han Feng suddenly remembered the time when he first entered two years ago.

At that time, he was just a kid with only the basic eight grades of fighting spirit, and after two years, who would have thought that he had already stepped into the realm of the earth.

When he saw the pavilion halfway up the mountain, Han Feng Ke still remembered that he had asked his master at that time, why there was no pavilion here, and now that two years have passed, a pavilion has really been built here just like the memory of his previous life.

Seeing this, Han Feng couldn't wait to walk towards the mountain in his heart.

In two years, it is not only the small gazebo that has changed.

After two years of endless cultivation, Meng Xiong is now a human-level third-grade martial artist, and in addition to the help of the elixir that Han Feng left before, more of them are earned by Meng Xiong's diligent cultivation.

Although his current Dou Qi cultivation is only the third rank of the human rank, once he cooperates with the domineering mental method of the Tyrant Yan Battle Heavenly Technique, it is enough to defeat the martial artist of the sixth rank of the human rank.

Meng Xiong's eyes swept over Zhuo Yi in the field, who also looked at him with a playful expression.

In Zhuo Yi's eyes, the momentum shown by Meng Xiong was a little weaker than the previous Zheng Song, who only had a fourth-grade fighting spirit, and he only used the strength of the third layer to easily defeat the other party.

But why did the group of people on the other side have excited expressions when they saw this big man appear, could it be that they thought that they could beat themselves by virtue of their big size? Zhuo Yi thought with some amusement.

At this time, Meng Xiong had already walked towards him.

"Since this senior brother wants to have a discussion and exchange, then I, Meng Xiong, will come to meet you!" Meng Xiong first performed a etiquette between martial artists, and said in a rather cold tone.

When he first arrived here, he saw that his senior brother Zheng Song, who usually took good care of them, was seriously injured, and his heart was already full of anger.

If he hadn't known that the two people in front of him were the guests who the sect master had specially ordered to entertain them, how could Meng Xiong still speak so politely, and he would have directly punched him over.

Looking at Meng Xiong's expression of anger in his heart, Zhuo Yi smiled disdainfully, patted the shirt in front of him with a dashing movement, and said lightly: "Don't you have a few decent disciples in Xuantian Sect?"

Boom!

Meng Xiong was originally hot-tempered, especially after cultivating the Heavenly Technique of Tyrant Fighting for two years, he had a little unique domineering momentum in his bones, this kind of domineering did not mean how he usually treats people, but once he was provoked by the enemy, it would completely stimulate the blood of his whole body, making his whole blood boil, so that he could exert a power beyond his usual strength.

At this time, when he heard Zhuo Yi's words, he could no longer control the anger in his heart, and the domineering fighting spirit suddenly burst out from his body.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Xiong let out a loud shout, and his huge body, like a cannonball, smashed directly into Zhuo Yi, who was ten steps away.

Zhuo Yi, who was originally calm and composed, was also taken aback by Meng Xiong's sudden change, and the aura that Meng Xiong suddenly burst out was far higher than his apparent strength.

And there is a faint possibility of approaching him.

At that moment, Zhuo Yi put away his contempt, the fighting spirit in his body flew around, his steps moved back slightly, and the fighting spirit gathered in the palm of his hand in an instant.

With the same low shout, his palm directly met Meng Xiong, who had already attacked.

Although Zhuo Yi is arrogant, it does not mean that he is a fool, and the strength shown by the other party is enough to attract his attention.

Rumble!

An instant later, Meng Xiong's fist and Zhuo Yi's palm suddenly collided together.

The ripples of qi generated by the impact surrounded the two of them and slowly dispersed.

Both figures took a step back at the same time.

And Meng Xiong just retreated, and his fighting spirit was raised again, the first form of the three styles of Ba Yan, the wind roared!

Zhuo Yi only felt a chilling momentum constantly pressing towards him. At the moment, he didn't dare to retain too much strength, and he also raised his fighting spirit, changed his body shape repeatedly, and slapped his hands several times towards Meng Xiong who was attacking.

Rumble!

The two exchanged fists and palms, making a sound of fighting energy hitting the ground.

After a few moves, Zhuo Yi was also a little shocked, he didn't expect that this guy who looked like he was only a third-grade human could burst out with such amazing power.

Especially the pervasive momentum, which made his fighting spirit suppressed a little.

At this time, outside the gate of Xuantian Sect.

"Han Feng, is this the Xuantian Sect?" Shen Yu asked with his little head tilted, looking at the somewhat gorgeous building in front of him, his eyes full of surprise.

And Han Feng's expression at this time was also a little stunned, he didn't remember when the gate of Xuantian Sect was decorated so magnificently.

In his impression, although the gate of Xuantian Sect was not broken, it was also weathered and rusty. Where it is like now, the whole thing is completely new.

Therefore, when faced with Shen Yu's question, Han Feng didn't know how to answer for a while.

Drink!

In Xuantian Sect's martial arts arena, Meng Xiong and Zhuo Yi's figures were constantly staggered.

Outside the venue, Duan Le and several people were cheering for him, and the loudest one was Lin Feiyun, a little girl.

At this time, this little girl was standing in front of the crowd, her hands clenched in front of her chest, her delicate little face was flushed with anger, and her mouth kept making crisp shouts.

Opposite them, a young girl with an elegant face, who was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, also showed a look of surprise on her slightly green face.

The girl's name is Yin Bingxin, and she is a disciple of the generation of disciples of Tiansheng Valley, who is extremely talented, and at the age of fifteen, her fighting spirit has reached the ninth rank of the human rank. Beat the other disciples in the valley and became the first person in this generation of disciples.

At this time, Yin Bingxin looked at Meng Xiong in the field, her cold expression was also a little surprised, when she thought that there were still people who could fight with Zhuo Yi in a second-rate sect like Xuantian Sect, she was also a little curious for a while.

Zhuo Yi and Meng Xiong over there also frowned after they fought each other, the guy in front of him who looked like a brute bull fought as if he was not going to die, and the attack hit like a storm, not giving him a chance to breathe at all.

Just by looking at it, he could find that Meng Xiong's defense was almost flawed, but he couldn't find an opportunity to fight back, which really made him a little aggrieved.

The two fought for a long time, and the energy spread out from the two of them, and the collision of the two attacks produced a dull sound from time to time, and the scalps of everyone outside the arena were a little numb.

However, there is one exception, that is, Yin Bingxin before.

After she observed Meng Xiong a little, she knew that the strength of this Meng Xiong in front of her was at most between the sixth rank of the human rank to the seventh rank of the human rank.

It's just that because his martial arts are more peculiar, Zhuo Yi will be suppressed for a while.

The two made a few more moves, and Yin Bingxin was gradually becoming a little impatient. I couldn't help frowning slightly.

When the two of them were attacking each other again, Yin Bingxin suddenly said in a somewhat cold tone: "Zhuo Yi, the other party is a third-rank person, you still have so much time, so let me come." ”

As she spoke, Yin Bingxin didn't wait for Zhuo Yi to answer, she moved the lotus step lightly, and the next moment she appeared between the two.

Zhuo Yi saw that his junior sister was actually blocking in front of him, and his expression was also stunned, but he knew that his junior sister's surname was qualified, so he didn't refute her, adjusted his breathing slightly, then retreated to the back, and said remindedly: "Senior sister, be careful, this guy's martial arts are a little weird." ”

Ignoring Zhuo Yi's reminder, Yin Bingxin looked at Meng Xiong, who was already a little red-eyed in front of him, and said in a cold tone: "Three moves, as long as you can take my three moves, this game will be counted as my loss." ”

Over there, Meng Xiong was a little surprised when he saw a little girl suddenly appear and stop the competition between the two. But when he heard the other party's contemptuous words, his eyes immediately turned red, and the anger in his body continued to ignite.

Regardless of whether the other party was a delicate little girl, Meng Xiong's momentum rose again, the blood in his body was completely boiling, and with a roar of anger in his mouth, he rushed towards Yin Bingxin.

Overlord's Fury!

This belonged to the last form of the three forms of Bayan, and it was used by Meng Xiong without reservation at this moment.

In the face of such an overwhelming attack, Yin Bingxin's face remained unchanged, her seductive red lips snorted, and a white and tender little hand suddenly waved out.

Rumble!

Meng Xiong, who was attacking fiercely, suddenly flew out upside down with his huge body, and retreated seven or eight steps in a row before stopping.

This change immediately surprised everyone present, who would have thought that this girl, who looked like she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, would downplay Meng Xiong's strongest attack.

Meng Xiong, whose body had stabilized, was also surprised to look at the girl with an indifferent expression in front of him at this time.

However, Yin Bingxin didn't seem to intend to give Meng Xiong a chance, his figure flashed again, and he came to Meng Xiong in the blink of an eye, and said at the same time: "This is the second move, be careful." ”

Bang!

In the face of Yin Bingxin's fierce attack, Meng Xiong reluctantly raised his fighting spirit and smashed out with a punch at the same time.

But when he fought with Zhuo Yi just now, the momentum gathered had been dispersed by Yin Bingxin's palm before, and when he shot again at this moment, his strength had been greatly reduced, and he naturally couldn't withstand the other party's blow.

Sure enough, Meng Xiong's huge body was knocked away again by Yin Bingxin's palm, but Yin Bingxin seemed to be unforgiving, her footsteps were light, and her figure kept up again.

The palm of his hand changed, and he slapped it out again towards Meng Xiong in mid-air.

Everyone present has not yet reacted to this sudden change.

If Meng Xiong is hit this time, he will have to lie in bed for at least a few months.

Just when everyone was surprised, a cold snort suddenly came, and at the same time, a strong momentum instantly locked on Yin Bingxin.

"Little girl, it's so ruthless!"

As the words came, a figure suddenly appeared between Yin Bingxin and Meng Xiong, and at the same time, a palm slapped out and slammed into Yin Bingxin's palm.

(To be continued)