"Eighteen palms of the dragon, Kanglong has regrets-"

With the release of powerful spiritual power, Zhao Yan was like a dragon descending from the mountain, and a palm with a strong flame slammed into the chest of the blue-robed old man.

In fact, Zhao Yan had already seen that although they were both in the early stage of Jindan's cultivation, there were still high and low, and the strongest here was the old man in the blue robe.

And the reason why he chose the old man in the blue robe is because Zhao Yan has the identity of a senior brother, and the most important thing is that Zhao Yan also knows his shortcomings, that is, he likes to play with a wide open and closed style, and he is very good at playing yin tricks.

The old man in the blue robe didn't expect Zhao Yan to be so bold at all, and before he could make a move, Zhao Yan began to attack first, so he hurriedly raised his right hand to resist.

Boom –

With a loud bang, the blue-robed old man's body shook a little, and his expression of disdain at the beginning had turned into surprise and doubt.

You must know that Zhao Yan is only in the early stage of foundation building, and there are still two grades in the foundation building stage, not to mention that he is now facing a monk in the early stage of Jindan, and the gap between this is no longer heaven and earth, this is no longer the limit difference between the end of heaven and the corner of the sea.

Therefore, in the eyes of the blue-robed old man, even if Zhao Yan is a martial artist, no matter what kind of fighting method he uses, it is just a feeling of itching.

However, when this palm came down, the old man in the blue robe was shocked, his arm was numb unconsciously, not to mention, there was a feeling of being burned by fire, and the arm that would burn could not recover for a while.

"Boom-"

With the flick of the old man's left hand, the energy of the black shadows shot straight into Zhao Yan's face, and the corners of Zhao Yan's mouth surfaced a trace of arc, and his body retreated again and again.

Zhao Yan is crazy and arrogant, but he is definitely not stupid, Nima faces Brother Jindan, it is enough to give a dismount, if he continues to be entangled without knowing whether he is alive or dead, he is afraid that he will be defeated in a few minutes, not to mention that his body has also suffered a certain degree of backlash when he used all his strength just now, so Zhao Yan also needs to recover and repair.

The blue-robed old man did not continue to attack, and after a trace of cruel expression flashed in his eyes, he asked Zhao Yan in a deep voice: "Xuanyang True Fire, why do you have the breath of Xuanyang True Fire on your body, have you already refined Xuanyang True Fire?"

Zhao Yan's right hand instantly ignited a blazing fire like the dazzling sun, and said with a smile: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it turns out that this is the real fire of Xuanyang, and it was just refined at the beginning, hey, if you hadn't said it, I would have thought you were the fire in my kitchen to cook vegetables." ”

“......”

Zhao Yan didn't mean to show off himself, nor did he want to pretend to be forced, because Zhao Yan also took the opportunity to look at the surrounding environment just now, and he was very clear about the current situation, although he had Xuanyang True Fire, but the gap in strength was too big, and it would definitely not work for him to win on his side, and Tan Si had already started to fight with the green-robed old man.

What are you asking Han Li?

In fact, Zhao Yan also wanted to know, where did this little junior brother Han Li go, from the moment he attacked the old man in the blue robe, Xiao Han Li had disappeared, not only the person had completely disappeared, but even the aura had completely disappeared.

Zhao Yan won't scold, if he will, he will definitely scold Han Li in the depths of his heart like Li Chao: mmp-

So the only way is to delay until Li Chao comes out.

No one knows when Li Chao will come out, and Zhao Yan is not sure how long it will last, as long as it can arouse the interest of the old man in the blue robe, even if he can talk a little more, it is good, and Zhao Yan's purpose has been achieved.

The corners of the blue-robed old man's mouth couldn't help twitching, Nima Xuanyang True Fire is not so easy to have, if it weren't for a great opportunity, it wouldn't be able to get it at all, and this thing is not a positive result of cultivation, and it is impossible to obtain it with the body of an immortal, the key is that this thing is still a forbidden product in the sky, and it can't be substituted into the mortal world without permission, of course, this is not something that the blue-robed old man can know.

Envy, jealousy and hatred, when all the expressions he wanted were concentrated in the old man in the blue robe, the old man in the blue robe had only one thought, to kill this little bastard and seize the Xuanyang True Fire, uh, and ask how to refine the Xuanyang True Fire.

The first and second rules can be ignored, because as long as Zhao Yan is dead, the Xuanyang True Fire will naturally be in his pocket, but the problem is how to control the Xuanyang True Fire and how to refine it.

"Hey, boy, how did you refine this Xuanyang True Fire?"

Gotcha, it's hooked so quickly, and the rest will be easy.

Zhao Yan played with the Xuanyang True Fire gathered with both hands, and his face showed the label of an honest man: "Well, senior, you want to know, it's actually very simple......"

Simple, simple, you can say it!

Of course, the old man naturally didn't say what he wanted, and said with a smile: "Boy, you are also aware of current affairs, if you say it, the old man will be happy and leave you a whole corpse." ”

"Well, if you want to refine the Xuanyang True Fire, you must first ......"

The guard is always lowered slowly, and Zhao Yan cooperated with the slow tone and launched a second wave of thunderous attacks against the old man most inadvertently.

"Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon—"

Bang Bang .......

Since the effect of one palm is not good, simply play a full set of moves.

This time, Zhao Yan exerted all the spiritual power of his whole body, and even the Xuanyang True Fire was not wasted at all, all of it was injected into the Eighteen Palms.

Where would the blue-robed old man think that Zhao Yan would suddenly make a move, and the distance between the two was not far away, as Zhao Yan slapped eighteen palms in a row, the blue-robed old man had to make his hands resist, although he wanted to find out Zhao Yan's flaws, but Zhao Yan made a move too quickly, and the eighteen dragon-descending palms had been simplified to the point that there was no slightest loophole to reverse the water, so the eighteen dragon-descending palms with Xuanyang true fire were all hit on the hands of the blue-robed old man.

The blue-robed old man retreated again and again, and his expression became more and more painful.

To say that Zhao Yan's little spiritual power must have no effect, but what made the old man feel miserable was that Zhao Yan seemed to master his every move.

Whether he wanted to fight back or dodge, Zhao Yan seemed to be able to grasp his direction, and all the angles were sealed between moves, and what really made him in his hands was the strength of the Xuanyang True Fire.

The two arms of the blue-robed old man were already so painful that he didn't feel it, as if it wasn't his own arms, every time Zhao Yan slapped down, there was a burning smell from his arm, and every time he lifted it with great difficulty, it was still injured in the state of deploying his qi defense.

If this state continues, the old man feels that he will definitely collapse in a short time, and while secretly screaming in his heart that it is not good, Zhao Yan has already stopped moving.

Eighteen palms of dragon descending, each palm is a move to open and close, go all out, all eighteen chapters are played, the spiritual power in Zhao Yan's body has naturally bottomed out, and the whole person stopped moving, and kept making gasping sounds.

(End of chapter)