Wen Donglai's words were sincere, and it really looked like he was feeling ashamed and guilty that he almost injured Luo Jian by mistake, and expressed his gratitude to Duan Tianyu who stopped him, but anyone who knew Wen Donglai's true character looked at him at this time, and they knew very well that Wen Donglai's words just now were simply farting, and none of them were true. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that there are some things, what the real appearance is and there is no need to delve into it, at this time, the Golden Sword Sect knew that Wen Donglai was really pure just now and wanted to kill Luo Jian, and this beam was completely settled.

The head of the Golden Sword Sect hugged his fist at Duan Tianyu, and then helped Luo Jian back to their position in the Golden Sword Sect, taking the pill to push the palace acupoint without mentioning it.

At this time, Wen Ziyun nodded to Wen Donglai, who returned behind him, with a smile on his face, and then spoke again: "You can start the second competition now, and the next is Wang Fengxian's nephew from Yiyuanmen, and Fan Miaoxian's nephew from Xiaoyaozong, please invite the two virtuous nephews to come to the center of the square, and the competition will start immediately." ”

Hearing Wen Ziyun's words, Wang Feng and Fan Miao immediately walked to the center of the square, and both of them hugged each other's fists, and then they each took a stance, ready to make a move with each other.

At this time, Yuan Quan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at that Fan Miao vigilantly, but if Fan Miao made any rash moves, then Yuan Quan would immediately strike a thunderous blow to him!

"Tournament, let's go!"

With Wen Ziyun's order, Wang Feng and Fan Miao rushed towards each other at the same time.

I saw Wang Feng's fists rise together, and the fiery fist turned into a spiral of energy rotating around the fist, constantly blasting towards Fan Miao, while Fan Miao was waving the folding fan in his hand, constantly resisting Wang Feng's fists with a really good fan method.

The folding fan flipped up and down in Fan Miao's hand, resisting Wang Feng's attack at the same time, it was also blocking Wang Feng's line of sight, just as the folding fan in Fan Miao's hand blocked Wang Feng's vision again, his left hand suddenly turned into a palm, and slapped out under the cover of the folding fan, directly taking Wang Feng's blind spot, and imprinted towards Wang Feng's chest.

However, at this time, Wang Feng suddenly took a step back, raised a leg, and kicked his toes on Fan Miao's wrist, making Fan Miao's palm slightly numb, and his strength was leaked by five points, and then Wang Feng's body turned, and the leg that he kicked out before was propped up on the ground, and the other leg was kicked out violently, and kicked on Fan Miao's lower abdomen head-on, but fortunately, Fan Miao reacted in time, and his waist and abdomen shrank back by three points, avoiding the edge of this kick, and he did not suffer any too serious injuries.

Taking three steps back, Fan Miao opened the folding fan and shook it slowly, and where the folding fan was blocked, Fan Miao reached out and gently rubbed his lower abdomen, and said slowly: "Everyone says that Senior Brother Wang Feng of Yiyuan Gate has a pair of iron fists that are brave and uncast, and now it seems that not only the fist technique, but even the leg technique is quite good. ”

"Senior Brother Fan Miao, your fan method is also extraordinary, at least I can't see the reality of your fan method. ”

"Senior brother, I still have a "Three Easy Ethereal Palms" here, I want to invite Senior Brother Wang Feng to appreciate it, I don't know if it's okay?"

"I have heard the name of Xiaoyaozong's "Three Ethereal Palms" for a long time, and now that I have the opportunity, I naturally want to take a good look at it. ”

Hearing this, Fan Miao immediately shouted "Okay", and the whole person rushed up instantly, but seeing that the folding fan in his hand was constantly flying up and down around his body, and his hands turned into palms one after another, under the cover of the folding fan, Fan Miao's extremely fast palms seemed to turn into three palms, attacking Wang Feng from the top, middle and bottom three ways, making Wang Feng retreat one after another for a while, barely resisting Fan Miao's palm.

"Bang!

The left shoulder and right chest were hit by the palm successively, Wang Feng only felt a burst of dull pain in the position of the middle palm, and the internal force was also slightly difficult to circulate in the position of the middle palm, so Wang Feng shouted, and fought hard to be hit in the two palms again.

"Boom!"

A punch slammed into Fan Miao's superimposed palms, causing Fan Miao to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person took five steps backwards before slowly stopping, and at the moment when Fan Miao stopped, he squirted out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" again, obviously under the punch just now, he had already been hit hard.

At this time, Fan Miao looked at the blood under his feet, his face revealed a trace of heavy killing intent, a wisp of evil qi rose from Fan Miao's face, and Fan Miao's eyes faintly reddened.

But at this time, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Wang Fengxian's nephew of the Yiyuan Sect has a good boxing technique, and this time it is our Xiaoyao Sect that lost." ”

Hearing the words of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, Fan Miao lowered his head slightly unwillingly, and then when he raised his head again, the wisp of evil aura and murderous intent on his face before disappeared, replaced by a sunny smile as always.

Hugging his fist at Wang Feng, Fan Miao opened his mouth and said: "Senior Brother Wang Feng's boxing skills are really good, this time it was Fan Miao who lost, I hope there will be a chance to learn from Senior Brother Wang Feng in the future." ”

Looking at Fan Miao, although Wang Feng had a feeling that the other party had not done his best, but he still had Wen Donglai as a big enemy after him, so Wang Feng simply nodded and said to Fan Miao: "Since Senior Brother Fan Miao has said this, then I will have a good discussion with Senior Brother Fan Miao if I have the opportunity in the future." ”

Listening to Wang Feng's words, Fan Miao nodded at Wang Feng with a smile, then turned around and stood behind the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, quietly watching the situation in the field.

At this time, Wen Ziyun looked at Wang Feng who was standing in the field, and said with a kind look: "Wang Fengxian, I don't know if you need to rest for a while?"

Wang Feng is not the kind of person who slaps a swollen face and becomes fat, and he knows very well the importance of this competition, so he immediately nodded and said, "It's time to rest for tea." ”

Nodding, Wen Ziyun opened his mouth and said, "In this way, then it's time to rest for tea, and when the time comes, the last competition will be held." ”

After speaking, Wen Ziyun picked up the tea in his hand and drank it, and Wang Feng also returned to Duan Tianyu's side and sat down, and Duan Tianyu helped Wang Feng to adjust some of the small injuries left during the battle just now.

The time for tea passed quickly, Wang Feng and Wen Donglai walked to the center of the square one after another, at this time, Wen Donglai looked at Wang Feng with a smile and said, "Brother Wang Feng, I also asked Brother Wang Feng for advice this time." ”