This old man in Ge Yi is called He Bufan, he is the junior brother of Zhang Zhenren, the head of Cangliu Palace, and he is also a close friend of Lin Ge Lao. He practiced the top martial arts of the Cangliu Palace, "Flame Emperor Fist", and as early as decades ago, he made a great name in the rivers and lakes, and all the heroes worshipped him.

As a respected old-timer, he just came to the town to make a scene, and he didn't plan to take action in person, and he expected that this unknown junior would not be so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy when he met his old man. However, he didn't expect that this kid surnamed Qin was so rampant, not to mention the defeat of the four disciples of the Cangliu Hall in a row, and to insult his own sect. If he doesn't come forward to teach this kid a lesson, everyone really thinks that there is no one under the gate of Cangliu Palace!

Although the speed of his forward rush was not fast, there was a hidden sound of wind and thunder, and the two fists were even more blazing fires, and a burning feeling came to his face from afar. Qin Yan had heard of this person's prestige, and he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, so he raised his sword to meet it.

Hearing only a dull sound, He Bufan smashed his fist on the sword, and the flames skyrocketed, and the rapidly rising heat almost set Qin Yan's whole person on fire. Qin Yan only felt a blazing flame penetrating his heart and lungs along his nose, and hurriedly held his breath, and there was a majestic force on the opponent's fist, which shook his body and saw the long sword in his hand being bent and bending, and it actually softened in the extreme heat.

Although Qin Yan expected it, he didn't expect that the other party's punch would be so powerful, and the strength of a thousand catties could be regarded as underestimating him. At this moment, he had no other choice, if he didn't let go, the iron juice that had been smelted by the high temperature would be splashed on his hand, and the other party's other fist had been raised high, and the next moment it was about to smash towards him in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, he withdrew his hand and retreated sharply, the blood in his body boiled, and the fifth layer of Han blood exploded with all his strength, and his whole body was covered with a pale golden halo. He Bufan smashed down with another punch, the power was even worse than the first punch, Qin Yan stiffly stood up, only to feel that the skeleton of his whole body let out a painful moan, he clearly couldn't withstand this huge force, and the whole person fell backwards on his back.

He Bufan didn't plan to let him go, the tiger roared, raised his right leg high, and swept like a big gun, the scorching heat made Qin Yan feel like he was in the midst of volcanic magma. Qin Yan was already beaten by him and lost his center of gravity, hurriedly turned his footsteps, forcibly moved a few inches sideways before he could barely stand firm, and saw the other party's whip leg sweeping from the corner of his eye, so he had to hastily wave his arm to block it, completely bearing the power of this leg.

This "Flame Emperor Heavy Core Leg" is not something that can be eaten casually, the two huge forces collided, Qin Yan's ears rang with a bang, his eyes turned black for a while, his mind lost for a moment, and when he regained consciousness again, he only felt that the sky was spinning, and the whole land turned into an iron plate towards him. He hurriedly vibrated the blood qi of his whole body, raised his hand and slapped his palm on the ground, and with extreme skill, he defused his defeat and quickly reversed his body.

However, He Bufan would not give him any respite, his body had already been stretched like a curved bow, full of fierce momentum. Just when Qin Yan's foothold was not stable, the taut bowstring shot out that killing arrow, like rolling thunder, and the true power of the Flame Emperor Fist bloomed vividly in this punch.

Breaker!

When the fist arrived, Qin Yan's five senses were all taken away by the power of this blow, the sky and the earth were pitch black, the lightning and thunder were in his ears, and the whole world was only left with that flame condensed to the extreme. He could barely control his body, watching the punch approach his body, and his body numbly raised his arms, raised his hands, and turned his wrists, and then, without even a chance to fly upside down, his body was smashed into the solid basalt floor.

There was a loud bang, and the flames of light flew down, and the whole earth collapsed in a violent tremor, and there was a roar and scream. With the place where the two were fighting, the ground sank nearly two meters, and the floor with a radius of 100 meters seemed to have been overturned by a chariot.

And in the smoke and dust of flying sand and rocks in the center, He Bufan, who originally thought that the victory and defeat had been decided, suddenly felt a pain in his right arm, and Qin Yan, who should have been dying, actually pinched his wrist.

He Bufan was shocked, and after using the "Flame Emperor Heavy Core Leg" and "Broken Hammer" one after another, Rao had to take a few breaths with his skills, and the other party who had eaten these tricks counterattacked without the slightest pause - is this kid's body iron?

He guessed half right.

After the fifth blood qi of Han Blood soaked his whole body, Qin Yan's physique at this time was several times tougher than steel. Of course, under the impact of He Bufan's fist that was enough to melt gold and wrought iron, he was not completely undamaged, but he relied on a violent blood in his heart to hold on, and launched a counterattack while He Bufan was regaining his breath.

The Flame Emperor Fist and the Han Blood Skill can be described as each other's nemesis, the blazing flames scorched the pale golden blood poison, and the power of the Han Blood is also in the high temperature of the Devourer's Flame, and the two forces launched a fierce confrontation, making a sharp squeak. And Qin Yan did not hesitate at all after holding He Bufan's right hand, and strode up with his feet, first with a ruthless head hammer, and then smashed a fist on the opponent's left shoulder, and the blood and qi of his whole body converged on it, and the fierce and violent force pressed He Bufan deep into the soil.

Aren't you an old man very powerful, beating this young master three feet into the ground, how can this young master have no return, just beat you into the soil and help you save a coffin money!

However, He Bufan is not a stake, he has been born and died for many years, and he quickly counterattacked, slapping a palm on Qin Yan's left arm, hitting him into the air and floating two zhang before he landed.

At this time, both of them were a little exhausted, although He Bufan forced Qin Yan back, the lower half of his body was completely sunk into the soil, and he didn't even have the strength to get up for a while.

When the smoke cleared, the scene in the field was completely reflected in everyone's eyes. I saw that the soil and rocks in the field were messy, and the old man He was crawling out of the soil in embarrassment, and Qin Yan was two feet away from him, his two sleeves and clothes were in tatters, and he was also a little embarrassed, and he was gasping for breath.

Although it is probably a scene of chess opponents and defeats, the weight of the two is very different in the eyes of people. What kind of person is Old Man He? Just reporting his fame is enough to deter a small night. As for his opponent, he was just a young man who had not yet reached the weak crown, and everyone had never even heard of his name, and he actually fought with Old Man He in this situation. In a sense, He Bufan also lost, because Qin Yan unloaded most of the strength of his "Breaking Hammer" by shattering the nearby floor, but he ate the opponent's punch hard, and half of his body was knocked into the ground, which was really a bit embarrassing...... That, a little embarrassed.

Qin Yan came over and regained some strength, looking at He Bufan's disgraced appearance, he felt happy in his heart, and said with a smile: "Old man, your boxing skills are good, but you are just a little bit hot, if you don't let Young Master Ben teach you a few tricks, you will make great progress!"

He did feel that the Flame Emperor Fist and the Han Blood Skill really had something in common, the two also required an extremely tough body to cultivate, and they also used energy to release and hurt the enemy, but the way of tempering was a little different. However, of course, he didn't expect He Bufan to accept it now, and he said this purely just to let out a bad breath.

"This idiot, does he think he didn't die fast enough!" Lin Muyao couldn't help but scold.

Before her words fell, she saw He Bufan's face sank, and with a wave of his palms, he made a mysterious handprint. In the middle of his hands, a pitch-black flame was slowly growing, and a terrifying smell of hell emanated from it.

"It's 'Burn the Eight Desolations!'" someone in the crowd immediately exclaimed.

"Old Man He is going to make a trick!"

"Oh no, let's get away from it, it's not fun to be touched by this thing!"