The meeting hall of the Yuan family is spacious, the facilities are simple, and the two people stand opposite each other, clasping their fists.

Although he came from a family of merchants, Yuan Haoming has also practiced exercises since he was a child, and his casual posture is also like everyone's demeanor.

The breath in the body flowed, and the faint red light lit up, which stimulated the power of the bloodline.

The three-grade bloodline was released, and Yuan Haoming was suddenly majestic, and his already majestic body was even taller.

A punch broke through the air, with the sound of wind and thunder.

It's simple, nothing fancy.

There are a variety of variations in the punch, completely sealing the opponent's angle.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Feng'er is far away, and he can feel the fierce fist wind.

Southern Xinjiang Qiyi also experienced the power of that punch with relish, and wanted to see how Ruan Ruan responded to it.

Ruan Ruan was not in a hurry, and also stretched out a punch and struck it out at will.

His fists seemed to be powerless, the opposite of Yuan Haoming's powerful attack.

Seeing that the two fists were about to touch, Yuan Haoming changed his direction halfway through his fist.

The blow that was originally aimed at the boy's chest was changed to a shoulder.

Ruan Ruan's eyes flashed, he turned sideways, and slammed his fist at Yuan Haoming's elbow.

Yuan Haoming rushed forward, his right arm went up one square, and his left leg swept towards Ruan Ruan's waist.

His punches were just false moves, just to cover the left leg and attack.

Ruan Soft spun like a spinning top, and his steps changed under his feet.

The right hand swiped on Yuan Haoming's arm, and the fingers of his left hand poked Yuan Haoming's ribs like a sword.

Yuan Haoming kicked the air, and the secret was not good.

Fortunately, the experienced man turned over in the air in a hurry, avoided a finger under his ribs, and took advantage of the situation to fly up his right foot.

Ruan Ruan also jumped backwards and dodged Yuan Haoming's change of move.

He kicked on his toes on the ground, his body pierced through the clouds like a sharp arrow, and his palm shook lightly, slapping Yuan Haoming's knee.

Yuan Haoming's center of gravity leaned forward, he didn't have time to close his legs, his body twisted, and his left foot kicked out in a row, kicking towards Ruan Ruan's face.

Siege Wei to save Zhao.

This set of elimination and matching is used extremely cleverly.

Ruan Ruan's body sank downward, and his palms supported Yuan Haoming's calves from below, and shook them hard.

Yuan Haoming's moves were old, his body was uncontrollable, and he slid out of the ground far away.

The two of them fought like a butterfly and a wild bee, and the few people next to them were dazzled.

Yuan Haoming jumped up from the ground, his face was a little red.

In terms of getting up and reacting, there is a slight gap between the other party.

However, the power of the Sanpin bloodline is powerful, which can make up for the lack of moves.

Yuan Haoming knew that he could learn from each other's strengths, and his fists struck out in a row, and his power was unstoppable.

The fist was heavy and turned into a phantom.

A violent fist wind roared in the air.

Yuan Haoming seemed to have turned into a thousand hands, and his arms waved rapidly.

Each punch was as heavy as a mountain, towards Ruan's soft hood.

Ruan Ruan's fists struck out quickly, and Yuan Haoming was hard to fight.

Boom, boom, boom.

The fist shadows of the two people were intertwined, as if a series of thunders sounded.

Yuan Haoming's body was full of red light, his blood and qi rotated with the meridians, and the power in his body was surging like a tide.

The fists slammed continuously, and every cell in the body vibrate.

This kind of real confrontation is completely a clash of strength.

Ruan Ruan also deliberately felt the power of space to control, and the opponent's attack was full of loopholes in his eyes, and he didn't deliberately use it.

Both of them are strong with their physical bodies, and they do not spare their physical strength at all.

Yuan Haoming hadn't had such a hearty duel with someone for a long time, and his cultivation on weekdays became more and more profound in actual combat.

The strength of the opponent's fist can always be consistent with his own.

No matter how much effort he used, the other party could calmly defuse his attack.

Yuan Haoming only felt that the potential of his body was constantly stimulated, and the obscure places in his cultivation were all smoothed out in the pouring of all his might.

The strength of the opponent did not crush him.

Yuan Haoming became more and more courageous the more he fought, and he had long forgotten the idea of victory or defeat in his mind, and only thought that the battle would continue like this.

Because he found that the bottleneck of cultivation was also faintly showing signs of loosening.

Every time the fists collided, a subtle sensation came.

There seemed to be some more vitality in the meridians, and the speed of blood and qi flow gradually increased.

The strength contained in Yuan Haoming's fist also increased.

If the body was compared to a well before, it is now a pond.

The power of the bloodline is usually hidden in the body, and only by refining it repeatedly can more energy be channeled.

Yuan Haoming entered a state of selflessness, as if he was not fighting on the field, but galloping in a space full of resistance.

The oppressive force surging from all directions stimulated the potential in his meridians.

Ruan Ruan's fist shadow left a spatial power around Yuan Haoming.

This invisible pressure comes from Ruan Ruan's careful arrangement.

Yuan Hao's attack did not pose any threat to Ruan Ruan.

As long as Ruan Ruan is willing, he can easily knock out the opponent at any time.

His realm and eyesight are far beyond Yuan Haoming.

From Yuan Haoming's performance, he seems to have seen his previous shadow.

On the way forward, you need guidance and help.

The epiphany of cultivation is hard to come by.

Yuan Haoming, who was immersed in his own understanding, had already eliminated distracting thoughts and put his heart on the stimulation of the power of the bloodline.

Ruan Ruan used his fist shadow to constantly adjust the arrangement of the power of space, creating a space cage for Yuan Haoming.

Yuan Haoming's punch was fast, and the power in his punch became more and more ferocious.

There was no shadow of a teenager in his eyes, only countless spatial pressures squeezing his meridians.

The blood runs from a babbling stream to a rushing river.

Yuan Haoming seems to have become a groundbreaking giant, swaying the power in his body to the fullest.

Heaven and earth began with chaos.

There are powerful people who have the sky above their heads, the earth with their feet, and open up a world with their bodies.

His bones turned into mountains, his hair into forests, and his blood into criss-crossed rivers.

One eye burned and became the sun, and the other eye was cold and became the moon.

Break through the fog, and there will be clarity in the world.

Yuan Haoming clearly felt the changes in his body, and the blood veins flowed again and again, and the cycle was endless.

Click.

Something seems to be cracking.

A stream of heat gushed out from the meridians, and the whole body was extremely comfortable.

The Sanpin bloodline has been promoted from the primary level to the intermediate level, and there is no sign of stopping.

Yuan Haoming's chest suddenly became arrogant, and a mouthful of turbid air spit out of his throat and turned into a long howl.

The pressure around him became lightweight, the meridians were saturated with swelling pain, and the power in his body filled his limbs like a wild horse.

It feels like a new life.

Yuan Haoming clenched his fists and slammed out in all directions.

The fist wind rippled between the invisible barriers, causing a loud explosion.

The space is still unbreakable, but Yuan Haoming can feel that his body is much stronger than before, and the blood flows in the meridians like a big bell ringing.

Break the cage and break out of the shackles.

Yuan Haoming's eyes were firm and persistent, and his fists were struck out continuously, each weighing more than 10,000 catties.

The power of space was densely piled up, causing a fluctuation in the turmoil of the fist shadow ground.

The force of the shock coming from the fist made Yuan Haoming's meridians more condensed.

He was like a lion, with the majesty of a hundred beasts, through the vast wilderness.

The roar of blood in his body sounded the drums of the charging war, and he let out a free roar towards the endless distance.

Time and space are the latitude and longitude that make up the world.

It is also the beginning and end of the cycle of all things.

The pace of life never stops, just as hope never dies.

The purpose of cultivation is to break through one's own limitations and reach a higher realm.

Yuan Haoming's eyes seemed to open up a colorful world, and every grass and tree was different.

The beauty of the mountains and rivers, the luxuriance of the forests, everything is so beautiful.

As he ran, he could hear the breath of the river, and when he stopped, he could feel the weight of the mountain peaks.

The distant scenery gradually became clearer, and he was like a gust of fresh wind, blowing all over the land.

What is the end of the world.

Isn't there a more beautiful sight?

On the way forward, faith has become single and pure.

The desire in my heart is to run and never stop.

I'm going to a distant place, and the road under my feet can't stop me from exploring.

If there is no road, I will have to find a path of my own.

Yuan Haoming seemed to have a hint of enlightenment, but it was a little vague. It seems to be close, but it can't be captured.

Rush rush rush.

His body glowed with a dazzling red light, and his fists flailed wildly.

Everything in front of you is so real that you can't forget to leave, and you can revel in it.

But this space still restricts the yearning of the soul and blocks the way forward.

Although the illusion is wonderful, the reality has to be broken by itself.

Once you have made up your mind, you will no longer be confused.

Yuan Haoming's mind was empty, and there was an impulse in his heart to wake him up from his sinking.

The power of the blood veins in the body was surging, washing over the thick meridians.

Streams of heat gather from the depths of the body and are poured into the arm of the right hand.

More and more potential was drawn out and gathered in his right fist.

The fist was covered with a layer of light and shadow, and the energy shone like substance.

The energy reached a peak, as if the body would be burst if it was not released through the fist.

Vientiane streamers are broken.

Yuan Haoming let out a loud shout, the strength of his whole body condensed into his fist, and slammed out towards the void space.

The fist shadow is galloping, like a dragon going out to sea, like a scorching sun.

Heaven and earth were eclipsed by this punch.

Bang la blah.

The scene of the space was shattered, and the shadow of a young man in white appeared in front of him.

Yuan Haoming's fist is non-stop, and the power of this punch is beyond his control.

It contains the power to open the world, and it wants to smash all obstacles in front of it.

The young man slapped lightly, and there was a ripple in the space, and he drove straight into the fierce fist wind.

The fists and palms collided, silently.

Yuan Haoming's domineering punch stayed in the palm of the young man's palm.

The boy did not move, as if the space was imprisoned.

In his palm, the vortex of space rotated, like a black hole capable of swallowing everything.

A gentle force that melted away the power of the fist.

It is like the sea is immeasurable, and the waves are not alarming.

Yuan Haoming's body shook, he woke up from the madness, and his eyes returned to calm.

The young man was dressed in white like snow, and his long hair was fluttering.

With a touching smile, gentle as a breeze blowing on the face.

Yuan Haoming bowed his head, his heart full of reverence.

"Thank you, Childe. ”