In fact, if you want to solve the sea of fire, you don't have to use the Xuanyu brand.

As long as Xu Zixian comes with a sword, he will recall Yan Yue, what kind of volcano and fire, he will be chopped with a sword.

But he couldn't do that.

Why?

Because it's a shame.

Joke.

Who is he?

Mighty Earthquake is the famous Guardian of the Mixed Temple, the strongest warrior in the Land of Light, the president of the Tianfeng Branch of the Cattle Hunter Association, and the good father of the first person in the Xuan Dao!

Although three of these four names were nonsense that he had made on a whim, after all, there were many people who talked about it, and if it wasn't true, it would come true.

In the eyes of the world, he is undoubtedly the great man.

And such a big man is now wearing a vest, fighting with a group of juniors in the martial arts arena, and even pretending to be forced repeatedly.

If people find out, what a shame it is!

Between being embarrassed and losing the jade card, he finally chose the latter.

The seven Xuanyu cards turned into seven wind blades, each cutting into the weak point of the sea of fire.

Divided, scattered, rammed.

The originally surging sea of fire disappeared in an instant under the impact of the seven swift wind slashes.

Such a scene, such a reversal, shocked the whole audience, and made everyone ecstatic.

"Who the hell is funny?"

"Toothpicks stir up the vat? Horse-drawn carts! ”

"What's wrong with the Swift Wind Slash? Just use it! Just use it! Hee-hee! ”

At this point, both on and off the field, the situation reversed at the same time.

Off the field, Yan Feihong's supporters had no light on their faces, and Bao Asan's supporters rode their faces to output.

In the field, Yan Feihong's eyes were surprised, and Xu Zixian's face was full of pain.

When the sea of fire dissipated, Xu Zixian no longer stopped in place.

He stepped on the table and flew forward.

The opponent is Tianjiao, not the nostril brother of the little dragon king.

If you keep playing the turn-based system, you will fight against each other wave by wave, and you don't know how many Xuanyu cards you will have to use to determine the winner or loser.

Xu Zixian, who was reluctant to sign the brand, took the initiative to pull in the distance at the moment and issued an invitation to hand-to-hand combat.

And when Yan Feihong saw him like this, the surprise in his eyes was even worse.

With the initial casual blow, the other party was able to defuse it, which was beyond Yan Feihong's expectations.

Fang Cai's sea of fire, the other party could defeat it, which made him extremely unexpected.

But what Yan Feihong didn't expect the most was that this loose cultivator named "Bao Asan", in the face of his own Tianjiao, not only did not take a defensive position, but also took the initiative to attack and take the initiative to approach.

"Well done! It's the pride of the sky that underestimated you! ”

Yan Feihong put away his contempt, and also kicked the ground with his feet, and quickly moved forward, taking the initiative to meet Xu Zixian.

"Spit fire!"

A large mass of fire rose and erupted from his palm.

This situation, this scene, this palm, this fire, made Xu Zixian couldn't help but be in a trance.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to a year ago, to the martial arts arena in Torigaki City, and to his three-year appointment with Xiao Huohuo.

However, after all, he is no longer Xu Zixian more than a hundred chapters ago.

In the face of the attacking flames, he unexpectedly did not dodge, did not even break the Xuanyu card, but only pinched his right fist and blasted it out.

The red flames exploded, the blazing light scattered, and in the exclamations of countless people, a big fist that was still emitting white smoke went straight through the flames and smashed heavily into Yan Feihong's chest.

"Flame Fist!"

In the end, Tianjiao, even though he didn't expect Xu Zixian to act like this, Yan Feihong was still able to react in time and greeted him with a fist.

"Bang!!"

A dull voice rang out in the room.

The two were each shaken back a few steps, one unscathed, one smoking from his fist.

Seeing this, the spectators were all silent.

In this fight, the two seem to be evenly matched, and even Bao Asan seems to have a slight advantage.

But actually.

Bao Asan, even the occult skills are useless.

He was the most direct fist and the simplest way to resist Yan Feihong's two mysterious techniques in succession, and he fought a draw with him.

This is also the reason why everyone is silent.

Yan Feihong's supporters didn't expect that Tianjiao, who looked down on all sentient beings, would never be able to take advantage of the battle with the scattered cultivators.

Bao Asan's supporters didn't expect that he, who was born in casual cultivation, could really fight back and forth with Tianjiao.

After a short silence, the martial arts arena boiled over as if it had been detonated.

"Bao Asan! Bao A San! ”

"With the body of loose cultivation, it is comparable to Tianjiao! Bao A San! Forever dripping gods! ”

"The wind has abalone! Seven beads and three! If you are born in the sky, Bao Asan, there will be no long night in the Xuandao! ”

Some people questioned.

"Didn't you say it was like a long night? How did this become a long night again? ”

Someone answered.

"I said before that it was like a long night, which meant that as long as he was there, the stars of the Xuandao would be eclipsed."

"Now it is said that there is no long night, it is because his light alone can shine through the ages!"

"He let us know that even casual cultivation can be compared to Tianjiao! Xuandao scattered cultivation, since then there is no long night, he is the light of scattered cultivation! ”

There was a lot of buzz outside the venue.

The venue is quiet.

Xu Zixian shook his smoking hand.

This... Let's have three degrees of maturity.

He thought so.

Yan Feihong shook his slightly sour wrist.

It's so strong.

The flesh alone can do this...

Suddenly there was a fire in his eyes.

It was the fire that represented excitement, the fire that represented the fighting spirit.

I thought that this Tianjiao meeting, only Na Randai barely entered his eyes.

I didn't expect to meet such an opponent!

"Good!"

Yan Feihong laughed.

Flames burned all around him, and flames burned under his feet.

It is the secret method of the Angry Flame Gate, the Angry Flame Burning Step!

It wasn't until this moment that he really saw the other party as his opponent.

"Come!"

As soon as he stepped on it, his body disappeared from the spot, leaving only a burning footprint and an afterimage.

Burning stepped up his speed and strength, and in just a moment, he appeared in front of the other party.

"Bao Asan, but you must be proud of yourself this day!"

Yan Feihong laughed wildly and threw a punch.

"Bang!"

Fist collision!

Xu Zixian's body slipped backwards, but this time, Yan Feihong was not repulsed.

He paused for a short time, another step, another punch.

"Bang!"

Xu Zixian retreated a few more feet, and Yan Feihong pursued again.

"Bang!"

Xu Zixian had already retreated to the edge of the martial arts stage, but Yan Feihong still did not stop.

One more punch!

"It's over, isn't it?"

Xu Zixian, who connected the three fists, widened his eyes.

He half-turned, put his feet on the ground, stepped deeply into the table, sank his knees, bent his waist, and straightened his shoulders.

With his back to all beings, he couldn't help shaking and gathering momentum, and then gathered all his strength and hit out with one shoulder.

This trick is...

"Iron Mountain!"

"Bang !!"

The muffled sound sounded again.

And this time, it was no longer Xu Zixian who was repulsed.

"What a stable stance! What a strong move! ”

Yan Feihong, who was knocked back several feet before he could stabilize his figure, gave a thumbs up to his opponent.

"Even the burning step can't compete with it, it's a good iron mountain to rely on!"