But after a few breaths, Yi Chen sat on the top of the hall, still not answering, not even raising his eyelids. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Fang Lu'an was a little annoyed and angry, thinking, don't stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, I have already given you enough face, you don't know how to lift, and you want to embarrass me in public, I really think that my Lu Saddle is for life, so I have become a greedy person who is afraid of death.

Fang Lu'an thought of this, and shouted angrily: "Yi Shaoxia, since you refuse to answer the old man's words, then you will learn your Excellency's high moves, I heard that you will be a fire palm." ”

As soon as the words fell, Fang Lu'an was under the gaze of everyone, with a little feet, and his silver hair was scattered, and he flew to the top of the hall, shaking opposite Yi Chen.

The main hall of the Qinglian Temple is three zhang high, and Fang Lu'an soared to the top of the hall in one breath.

This elegant light skill makes others can't help but applaud loudly, and the light function has reached this realm, which is really amazing.

Listening to the cheers, Fang Lu'an was a little proud, but when he saw that Yi Chen was still sitting there cross-legged, not moving, he couldn't help but be even more angry from his heart, and said: "Yi Shaoxia, I can make a move, this is my supreme martial arts of Qingluomen, Qinglian Biyan palm, it's a pity that I am not good at learning, and I will be ugly today." ”

While speaking, Fang Lu'an solemnly pulled out his posture and slapped countless palms in place, surrounded by cyan palm shadows, which looked like a large green lotus from a distance, surrounding him.

When the people of Qingluomen saw such a scene, they couldn't help but exclaim: "This sect still has such a powerful martial arts, why don't I know." ”

"Haven't you heard, this is the supreme martial arts of this sect, you and I don't have to think about it, only the elders, the head of the sect and other people can learn. ”

"I haven't seen anyone else perform it, so it's hard to practice. ”

"You haven't seen it, I've seen Senior Brother He Muzhi perform this skill, but it's not so powerful, and it can only be used for barbecue. ”

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Elder Guo looked at Fang Luan's Qinglian Biyan palm, but he was thinking in his heart, it turned out that the martial arts of this sect were also so powerful, I had known that this was the case, so why bother to eat enough to support it, and invite Yi Chen, the god, back, but now it has become easy to invite the god, but it is difficult to send the god.

The foreign martial arts figures were still silent, and they were also secretly thinking in their hearts, Qingluomen was so famous in Lingzhou County, and it really had some dependence, as far as this kung fu was concerned, it was enough to walk sideways on the rivers and lakes.

In the noise of everyone, Fang Lu'an had more and more palm shadows around him, and finally formed a three-zhang cyan flame, surrounding him, as if the god of fire had descended.

When the others below saw it, they were already stunned.

At the same time, some people were puzzled, why should such a shocking skill compromise with the young man on the top of the palace, or even compromise for perfection.

Even Elder Guo, as well as the He family's father and son, have this idea, no matter how powerful this Yi Jing is, I am afraid that he is only so skilled, and I don't know what the Great Elder thinks, and he is still inferior.

Fang Luan's cyan flame surrounded him for more than ten breaths, don't look at the external scenery, but only he himself knew how much internal strength this move was, and he was already sweating profusely.

In addition, it took too long, this trick seems to be powerful, but in fact, in actual combat, it is a chicken rib, and with these times, he has been killed by the other party dozens of times.

Fang Lu'an tried his best, only to reluctantly superimpose all the palm shadows, his feet in a forward lunge, and his hands were like eagles spreading their wings towards Yi Chen.

The three-zhang cyan flame that surrounded him, with the sound of whirring wind and fire, roared towards Yi Chen.

Where it passed, those glazed bamboo tiles were swept up, and the power looked even more powerful.

Yi Chen naturally knew very well what was happening around him, but the more he suppressed the spiritual erysipelas in his body, the more powerful this thing would resist, and he couldn't explain it at all.

Now Fang Lu'an was annoyed and angry, and shot at him, making him a little depressed.

Regardless of whether he resisted this palm in the air or not, the trace of spiritual erysipelas in his body could not be suppressed.

In desperation, Yi Chen could only divide some thoughts, and with a wave of his sleeves, he could easily dissolve the cyan flames that swept over him silently.

The glazed bamboo tiles that were swept up by the cyan flames all fell lightly on the roof of the hall, as if they were put on by hand.

Not a single one fell from the roof of the temple, nor did one of them shatter.

Everything before seemed to be an illusion.

The others didn't know why, thinking that Fang Lu'an temporarily withdrew his hand, and even erupted into continuous cheers.

Fang Lu'an himself was exhausted, standing on the top of the hall and crumbling, looking like he was about to fall down at any time, but his eyes were shocked.

The light in his cloudy eyes was dissipating, and he seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden.

He also knew that he was not Yi Chen's opponent before, but at this time, after letting him display the most proud Qinglian Biyan palm, he still lost so completely.

The other party defused his attack with an understatement, how could he accept it, his mind was discouraged, and he almost couldn't get up in one breath.

After Yi Chen easily defused Fang Luan's attack, the expression on his face became ugly, and the trace of spiritual erysipelas in his body still couldn't be suppressed.

Finally, he rushed out of his eyebrows and quickly rushed into the hall below.

He swept it slightly with his divine sense, only to find that there was a bronze coffin in the hall, which was containing the corpse of the original chivalrous man.

This corpse was infected with erysipelas and died.

At this time, when he touched the spiritual erysipelas in his body, it was not a dry firewood, it burned at the touch of a button, no wonder the spiritual erysipelas he had refined was difficult to suppress when he arrived here.

As soon as Yi Chen understood this, he hurriedly moved his body and left the place.

Almost at the same time, with a loud bang, the place where he had been sitting was shot up into the sky by an object, and a large hole was smashed out, which was the bronze coffin lid.

Eighteen finger-thick chains of fine steel were broken together.

After the coffin lid was shaken, the knight with a broken arm inside really bounced out of the coffin.

The action was like the wind, and it rushed directly from the temple to the outside.

The jet-black round furnace placed at the door was directly smashed and burst, and for a while debris was splashed everywhere, and the people around it were killed and injured a lot.

Yi Chen appeared beside Yu Xinzhu for the first time, and a spiritual power swung out, protecting the people nearby.

People in other places were miserable, and more than a dozen people were killed and injured in an instant.

The elders were too close, and they bore the brunt of the attack, mainly because these people were killed or injured.

Elder Guo and He Yin Gong were among them, one with half of his head cut off by the broken jet-black round furnace, and the other through his chest by a piece of debris.

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