"Click!" The sound of fists and palms colliding was like a chariot colliding, and the aftermath of the impact made the eardrums of nearby people buzz. In the entangled flames and pale golden halos, the figures of the two stood still for a moment.

He Bufan's powerful fist was pinched by Qin Yan. He felt as if he had hit a mountain, and not only could he not make the slightest advance, but he was shaken by the force of the recoil. And Qin Yan was not happy, although he quickly grasped He Bufan's fist, but the huge feeling of oppression coming from the palm of his hand was by no means like a human fist, but like a giant tripod that burned red, the blazing temperature made the skin on his hand rattle, and the bones of his entire left arm also groaned under the huge force.

After a short period of stasis, He Bufan's body moved again, his right arm flung outward, he took a step forward, and his left fist smashed into Qin Yan's chest again.

The red heat is blowing in the face, and the nostrils are inhaled with a hot heat. At this time, Qin Yan could no longer tolerate any more superfluous thoughts, so he had to let go of his right hand holding the wooden box, and fought against He Bufan against the flame flow.

The bodies of the two shook in unison, and they both let out a muffled snort, and their fists parted with a touch, and each took two steps back.

Under the impact of that blow, the basalt iron stone floor where Qin Yan was standing shattered into hundreds of spiderweb-like cracks, and the place where He Bufan was standing left two deep footprints, which showed that the countershock force he was bearing was a little more ferocious than Qin Yan. And just half a second after the two were separated, the wooden box that Qin Yan let go of fell to the ground, making a loud bang, which was extremely clear in this silent square.

Qin Yan glared at He Bufan fiercely, his face was gloomy and cold, but the rest of his gaze was aimed towards the wooden box. And He Bufan gasped for a few breaths, and finally relieved himself, looked down at the wooden box, and didn't dare to squat down to pick it up. After two fights, he had to admit that the young man in front of him, who had not yet won the weak crown, already had enough strength to threaten him.

But no matter what, the Cangliu Palace must not swallow this evil breath!

The wooden box lay between the two of them, less than two feet away from either of them, and by this time, it had successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

The onlookers could feel comfortable, although they didn't get to see the scene of the two great fairies of the martial arts fighting sword, they were fortunate enough to witness such an additional duel, which could be regarded as a little compensation for their long wait.

What an irony! The two fairies didn't fight, but their uncle and brother couldn't hold back. In front of everyone's eyes, how many people have embellished and exaggerated today's scene, so that it has evolved into the "battle between Kowloon and Cangliu" in the mouth of the storyteller?

As the focus of attention, neither He Bufan nor Qin Yan had any happy thoughts. A martial arts predecessor who is a famous party can't fight the younger generation, and he loses face in the public. The other was worried about the safety of his uncle's head, and if he did it again, the small wooden box would definitely not be able to withstand any random blow from anyone.

After staring at Qin Yan for a long time, He Bufan slowly spoke: "Mingda, put this box away." The things of the Cangliu Palace, without my permission, can be easily given to outsiders. ”

Zhang Mingda responded, glanced at Die Shumeng with some hesitation, and saw that she was clearly standing by and watching, so he strode forward, and just wanted to squat, but when he heard Qin Yan say: "Old thing, you have strong skin and flesh, do you don't care about the life and death of the disciples under your seat?"

A chill oozed from the cold tone. Zhang Mingda was excited, and his movements suddenly froze halfway. In the battle the day before yesterday, the dragon bone golden lion beast he relied on was seriously injured in front of this person, and the majesty made him still palpitate when he thought about it. And the deep footprints and scattered cracks next to the wooden box reminded him that if he was inserted into the battle between these two masters, it was a big question whether he could save his life.

He Bufan snorted coldly and shouted, "Leave him alone, pick it up!" He saw that Qin Yan was just sneering. Killing a decent innocent disciple in front of everyone, forgive him for not having the guts!

Qin Yan said slowly: "Brother Zhang, if you don't believe it, you can give it a try!"

The two of them each said a word, but they didn't take into account Zhang Mingda's feelings at all. It's a pity that he is also a well-known new generation star on the rivers and lakes, and at the moment he is sandwiched between the two masters, squatting or standing, and he can't help but break out in a cold sweat on his head.

But at this moment, Lin Muyao, who was originally standing beside Die Shumeng, suddenly walked over, and said as she walked: "You are all famous figures in the rivers and lakes, why do you shout and kill for this little thing." She came to Zhang Mingda's side and picked up the wooden box with a short body, "I'll see what makes Qin Gongzi nervous like this...... Ah————h

With a high-pitched, piercing scream, the wooden box fell with a thud, and the contents gurgled out. It was an angry human head, covered with a thin layer of frost, and the unbelievable expression of consternation on the deceased's face could be faintly seen, but a pair of eyes had been occupied by blood, and it was as hideous and terrifying as a demon.

If you look at this kind of thing more often, you'll have nightmares at night!

Lin Muyao jumped backwards like a frightened rabbit. Mu Chengxue, who was behind Die Shumeng, also exclaimed, and turned her head with a pale face.

He Bufan glanced down, and his face immediately changed: "Bloody thief! He is actually dead!" He also wanted to squat down to take a closer look, but suddenly felt a chill hit his bones, but it was Qin Yan who took a step forward, and the fierce murderous aura had already enveloped his whole body.

Exposing Uncle Shi's head in front of everyone was definitely not Qin Yan's wish. The Blood-Clad Thief was a terrifying demon more than ten years ago, and he didn't know how many lives he had killed, if he hadn't been broken by the immovable real person in the battle of Gui Lin Zhuang eleven years ago, he would have continued to be a nightmare for decent people. Since he went into hiding, there have been countless people in the rivers and lakes who want to seek revenge on him, and you can get a glimpse of it just from the reactions of the people present at this moment:

"Bloody thief, this dog thief is dead! I hate that I haven't been able to eat his flesh raw, so I let him die cheaply!"

"Uncle, aunt, the wicked have been punished, and your souls in heaven can rest in peace!"

"He's so hateful, he died at the hands of someone else......"

In more than ten years of bloody life, how many unjust ghosts have been waiting for his head sacrifice, and how many descendants have been practicing hard for ten years to seek the day when they will be the enemy? It is a pity that they will never have a chance.

There were many people present with red eyes, they were staring at the hideous human head, and they were already thinking in their hearts, how much money would they have to pay to buy it? As long as they could wash away the shame of their family sect and comfort their ancestors, they could pay enough price!

Qin Yan glanced at the audience, taking in their expressions of joy or hatred, and just sneered in his heart. If you really have the ability, how can the life of the blood-clothed thief fall into my hands! Young Master Ben has stayed for eleven years, but you haven't even touched his trace, and at this time you are crying and crying, do you think that this can comfort the soul of the deceased in heaven?

He stared at He Bufan with hatred. It's all bad things for you, you better pray that it won't fall into the hands of Young Master Ben one day!