Liu Leng's eyes flashed with viciousness, this waste was so light and fluttering with a punch, and he dared to fight him, he was really impatient.

"Since you are so ignorant of advance and retreat, then I will abolish you today!" Liu Leng spat out such a sentence fiercely while punching.

boom

The two fists collided, and the force of the fists shook the air into bursts of shockwaves, which continued to spread in all directions.

The bluestone road under the feet of the two of them made a "bang" sound one after another, and large pieces of the ground were trampled to pieces.

"Ahh

When everyone heard this terrible scream, they knew that the winner was about to be decided, so all of them had long necks and wide eyes, eager to see what happened, and one of the young men in white held a sword and said proudly and confidently: "It must be Yang Ran's defeat!"

As soon as the words fell.

Hearing a loud "bang", everyone saw the body of a young man in yellow being blasted upside down like a rag sack and slamming into the ground.

Liu Leng spurted out a large mouthful of scarlet blood with a "poof", his entire arm trembled continuously, the pain was cracking, and his eyes were full of shock.

"How is it possible? Liu Leng was actually blasted three or four meters out by Yang Ran's punch!

"You must know that Liu Leng is a martial artist at the peak of the fourth rebirth of the Later Spirit Realm, with the power of five leopards, although it is not very strong, but among low-level martial artists, it is not bad, and he was defeated with one move!"

"Yang Ran may have cultivated the body refining technique in the outer gate and strengthened his qi, blood, skin and flesh, otherwise his strength would definitely not be so strong. ”

The arrogant young man in white just now, holding a sword with one hand, was still confident and arrogant, but his face was slightly gloomy, and he said coldly: "Even if this waste brute strength is amazing, it is just a reckless man, you must know that the martial artist fights, but not only whoever has the greatest strength is strong, but the most important thing is that the true qi reserves and martial arts in the dantian qi sea are subtle, if I use martial arts, I can defeat him with just one sword!"

Everyone knows that this white-clothed young man is an outer disciple who has taken refuge in Zhou Ming, with Zhou Ming's powerful inner disciple as a backer, with strong cultivation resources, and the internal strength of cultivation is the human-level middle-grade martial art "Juyuan Gong" given by Zhou Ming, and the martial art is the human-level high-grade martial art "Falling Leaf Sword Technique", which is terrifying!

Not daring to offend the young man in white, everyone flattered one after another: "It's still Senior Brother Lin's fiery eyes who have seen through the essence of Yang Ran's waste!"

"yes! That piece of shit doesn't have much time to live. ”

"That's right!"

Yang Ran ignored the villains, and continued to carry a thousand catties of boulders to go up the mountain to cultivate.

Raising his head in a step, Yang Ran suddenly felt a dangerous aura from behind him, and smashed the thousand-pound boulder to the ground with a "bang", and immediately reflexively waved his fist to block, and the true qi of the fist surged and reflected the golden brilliant light, like a golden hammer.

In an instant, Yang Ran's fist wrapped in golden true qi blasted out from the right side of Liu Leng's head, and the strong fist wind blew Liu Leng's cheeks painfully, and the most fortunate thing for him was that the punch slammed into the towering ancient tree with the thick head of the adult behind him, and did not fall on him.

Hearing the sound of "bang!", the towering tree was directly torn apart, and the snow-white sawdust flying all over the sky scattered Liu Leng's head.

Liu Leng didn't have a trace of anger, and he didn't dare to be angry, but his face was pale and fearful to look at the gray-clothed young man in front of him.

If this punch landed on his head, it would definitely shatter his head and burst his brain, and he couldn't die anymore.

Yang Ran said indifferently: "Your punches are weak and weak, not domineering and fierce enough, and the game is unstable, in the future, you must practice the domineering martial art of 'Overlord Fist'." ”

Liu Leng was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak, bowed, swallowed his saliva fiercely, and stammered a little: "More...... Thanks for the advice!"

"You're welcome!"

Yang Ran ignored the white-clothed young man with a gloomy face and the people who were in shock, grabbed a thousand catties of boulders and looked at them on his shoulders, and strode up the mountain.

This mountain peak is towering into the clouds, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, the green trees are in pieces, the green trees are shady, many white cranes fly in the blue sky, the flowers and green birds fly around, chirping, falling on the branches, it is so beautiful that it is like a fairyland on earth.

It's a place of beauty.

Yang Ran carried a huge kilogram of stones, like an ant carrying a small stone ten times its size, stepping on the mountain peak step by step.

His pace was slow and heavy, and carrying a thousand pounds of boulders up the mountain made him feel more stressed, especially since he had been carrying it for nearly an hour.

Yang Ran felt that his heart was beating rapidly at an extremely fast speed, the blood supply was seriously insufficient, and the blood flow was as fast as a river, and the waves were endless.

His breathing was extremely heavy, his body was really tired, and every step forward was a great challenge, leaving a footprint of an inch deep, and eventually all the footprints were connected into a series of messy foot holes of different sizes and shades.

Whew!

Yang Ran took a few deep breaths, his dark eyes were deep, although he was sweating, he was still calm and calm, and muttered in his mouth: "It seems that the body strength is still too weak!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ran's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he straightened up his strong backbone, as if he wanted a giant to hold up a mountain, and suddenly wanted to rush to the peak.

With an astonishing will, Yang Ran finally reached the top of the mountain.

Boom!

Yang Ran put down the thousand catties of boulders casually, smashed the ground into a big pit, and raised a piece of wind and dust, and there were bursts of leopard roars and thunder in his body, surging like a tiger, setting off her like a young god descending into the world, very strange.

Under the extreme pressure of the thousand pounds of boulders on his potential, he once again broke the limits of the human body.

Yang Ran moved his muscles and bones, made a crackling sound, clenched his fist suddenly, and made a "bang!" sound, and the true qi in his body was rushing in the meridians, like a long river rushing, and the powerful force made him have an urge to look up to the sky and roar.

This is that his strength already has the power of sixteen leopards, that is, 1,600 catties of huge strength, which is enough for him to fight and fight with the demon tigers in the barren mountain range with his body alone, and he is so fierce.

It's horrible!

You must know that the pure strength of the fifth refinement skin martial artist in the post-spiritual realm is only the power of ten leopards, and the power can carry the tripod.

Yang Ran's eyes were as sharp as a knife, looking down from the top of the mountain, there was a sense of being on the verge of the top, looking at the entire Yunxiao Sect, broad and grand, majestic, worthy of being one of the three strongest sects of the Han Dynasty.

Woohoo!!

The heavy sword of Xuantie came out of the sheath, Yang Ran was dressed in gray, holding a knife with one hand, wearing a white jade match on his waist, the wind was blowing, and the young man's thick black hair was dancing wildly.

"Haha! The scenery is picturesque, beautiful as poetry! It is suitable for refining knife skills. ”

For a while, he looked happy, waved his knife and danced, and began to practice the knife technique "Haitao Eight Blades"

After a while, Yang Ran fully integrated into the artistic conception of the knife technique, the knife technique was sharp, and the cold light was wanton.

His knife is continuous like the rolling waves, the knife is strong, the true qi is like a wave, the first to the last style of the "Eight Knives of the Sea Waves" is like flowing clouds and water, and it is constantly mixed and fused, and the artistic conception of the "36 heavy strength" is enhanced and comprehended.