The first and second floors of the building are the martial arts training grounds, where ordinary martial artists and students teach and practice martial arts. The third floor is an office area, and the fourth floor is a canteen. As for the top floor, it is exclusive to Lan Xiang, in addition to the living room and bedroom, there is also an independent martial arts training ground.

Lan Xiang and Wang Heng went directly to the fifth floor, and after a little greeting, they walked into the martial arts training ground.

The martial arts training ground as a whole is more than 400 square meters, with special floors, and the ground and walls are all built with special materials.

Except for Wang Heng and the others, there were no apprentices or students present in the entire martial arts training ground. Lan Xiang thought very thoughtfully, this competition was purely competitive in nature, and there was no need for outsiders to be present. Besides, Lan Xiang couldn't figure out how Wang Heng's skills were, just from the perspective of mental strength, he was by no means weaker than himself. Once there are students and apprentices present, no matter who wins or loses, they don't look good on each other's faces.

Lan Xiang's face was straight, and he arched his hand and said: "Little brother, the person who comes is a guest, you strike first." ”

"Well, in that case, brother, you're welcome. ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Heng stepped on the ground with his left foot, his toes were forceful, his strength moved with his legs, his body rose into the air, his right foot suddenly came out, and in the corner of Lan Xiang's eyes, he had already kicked his fingers in front of the door.

Lan Xiang took two steps back, then stepped forward, crossed his arms, and hard sealed his right foot in his exhale. He wanted to try Wang Heng's strength, with both arms on one foot, half a catty to eight taels, which could preliminarily judge the strength of both sides, so as to lay the foundation for future offense and defense.

Wang Heng also understood the other party's intention, and strengthened with one foot, gushing out seven points of force, which was the appropriate strength when fighting.

With a muffled sound of "bump", Lan Xiang moved three steps after his footsteps, and Wang Heng was shocked into the air and somersault, judging from the distance of the two sides, it was evenly divided.

With a soft shout, Wang Heng's tumbling body turned in the air, turning like a windmill, interacting with his hands and feet, and striking out five punches and three legs respectively, falling from top to bottom. Since being struck by lightning, some attack methods and moves have appeared in Wang Heng's mind out of thin air.

Lan Xiang laughed "haha", his majestic body slammed up, his hands turned into fists, his fists and palms intersected vertically and horizontally, and he greeted eleven palms like lightning, and a net was reversed by Wang Heng.

The sound of "popping" was endless, as dense as rain hitting plantains, and the two of them punched their fists, legs and feet intensively and swiftly and crittingly.

Wang Heng was sealed by the continuous eleven palms to seal the space of the fall, and at the same time, the two palms full of internal strength made the hard legs and iron fists of the attack return in vain.

At this time, Wang Heng's emaciated figure was bouncing in the air, rising and falling like an eagle, driving the air to squeak and explode. Every time you fall, you use your fists and kicks to fight each other, and you can get a flapping kick every time you take off. Yes, this is a kind of martial arts of Wang Heng, called Eagle Flying Style.

In the face of Wang Heng's eagle-like flying attack, Lan Xiang stood still like a mountain, his feet were standing on the ground like roots, and a pair of iron palms were like butterflies wearing flowers. The powerful palms swung in the wind, and the power was unusually powerful.

In the blink of an eye, the two have already exchanged dozens of moves, although it is still in the nature of competition, but in attack and defense, the strength is as big as a mountain and as fast as a flint.

In Feiteng, Wang Heng's heart is as clear as a mirror, and it is almost impossible to defeat Lan Xiang with his current efforts, but it is also very difficult for the other party to win.

Suddenly, Wang Heng's body suddenly rose three meters under the collision of the opponent's iron palms, and at the moment when he reached the highest point, his body turned and folded, like a goose falling on the flat sand to the left.

Lan Xiang on the ground looked at Wang Heng, who was like a goose, and thought that at the time when it was difficult to distinguish between them, the other party wanted to stop and call it a day. But at this moment, Wang Heng, who was about to land, turned his head violently and drank lightly: "Lightning!"

A bright lightning bolt the thickness of a thumb suddenly appeared between Lan Xiang's eyebrows, and the sound of "Zizi" was breathtaking. The lightning that appeared out of thin air frightened Lan Xiang's soul.

Lightning, it appeared out of thin air, without the slightest warning, arbitrary preparation, especially in this martial arts training ground, it was so strange and abrupt.

Worthy of being a high-level martial artist of the Xuan Duan who has cultivated for more than thirty years, Lan Xiang slammed his toes on the ground, and his body suddenly retreated, flashing out three meters away in an instant. But no matter how fast he retreated, the lightning was still three inches away from his eyebrows, like a soul chasing demon shadow.

A flash of lightning shone on Bai Lanxiang's pale cheeks, Wang Heng laughed "hehe", and the lightning suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The appearance of lightning is the stock of Wang Heng's dantian, with his current ability, the control of lightning is already handy, and it can be used without physical contact at all, but the power will drop a lot, only one-fifth of the power of physical contact.

With the power of the lightning just now, it can only numb Lan Xiang for half a second, but the deterrent effect is extremely huge.

At this time, Lan Xiang's heart was already full of huge waves, and he had been practicing martial arts for more than 30 years, but he had never seen lightning in the martial arts competition, and it was artificially created lightning. Lightning, it's a natural thing, with the power of a thousand thunderbolts. It has only been described in fiction, but it cannot be artificially sacrificed in reality.

Now Lan Xiang's mind was full of circles, looking at Wang Heng with a demented face, if he hadn't known that this was a person, a living person when he fought just now, he would have thought that he had met a mythical immortal.

He asked cautiously, "Little brother, did you get the lightning that appeared just now?"

After Wang Heng replied calmly, Lan Xiang was completely frightened, a cow man who can make lightning, and can also control lightning to make arbitrary movements, such a person actually exists? This is simply a fairy in mythological stories. But no matter what Wang Heng in front of him is, he can't afford to provoke it.

Thinking of this, Lan Xiang couldn't help but be afraid, his decision some time ago was really wise, if this really provoked Wang Heng, I really don't know how it will end? I don't know what irreversible ending will happen. Can a bull who can use lightning be an ordinary warrior? Can he be provoked? Even the entire sect can't afford to provoke it.

In an instant, Lan Xiang had already made up his mind to befriend Wang Heng at all costs. This kid is not only superb in martial arts, but also knows the legendary immortal skills, and his future is absolutely limitless, maybe this is a bright light for him Lan Xiang to move towards the light, and it is a shining light.

Immediately decided, Lan Xiang stopped talking about the lightning, but just clenched his fists and admitted defeat with admiration and respect, and invited Wang Heng to the restaurant for dinner.

Lan Xiang's reaction was very satisfying to Wang Heng. He cast lightning, and he could not do it. In the face of Lan Xiang, a martial artist who has practiced martial arts for many years, he can't defeat the other party with martial arts alone. And Wang Heng also had the intention of making friends, so he came up with the lightning method. Not only let Lan Xiang admit defeat and be respectful, but also make friends with each other, wouldn't everyone be happy.