() Looking at Pang Rui's provocation indifferently, Yan Lan chose to remain silent this time, instead of having a verbal dispute with her opponent like in the previous family competition.

However, the most silent people are often the most terrifying.

The square with thousands of people was eerily silent at the moment. Everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Lan and Pang Rui. In the eyes of the tribe, this battle was more heart-wrenching than Yan Lan versus Yan Lingtian.

Because this battle not only involves Yan Lingyu's lifelong events, but also concerns the family's honor and dignity.

The wind gently blew Yan Lan's clothes, lifting his long hair covering his eyes. He took a deep breath, his wide eyes gradually narrowed slightly, and he slowly clasped his hands with his hands hanging down.

Make a fist.

This is the preparation before taking action.

It's just that Yanlan has never been so solemn, never been as deep as the sea, and as cold as ice!

If possible, Yan Lan really wants to smash the arrogant Pang Rui in front of him into rubbish at this moment. But he can't do this. His strength can only be outstanding among the younger generation. Compared with the old guys like Pang He, even

Even if he uses his strongest trump card, it will be impossible to defeat the opponent. He may even lose his own life, and may even implicate his own people into a situation that is beyond redemption.

Although his own tribe mocked him and even insulted him when he was young, compared to the entire family, the number of tribesmen who mocked him was only a minority. Moreover, without these insults, he might not have become so powerful.

.In addition, at least the clansmen have never attempted to kill him. Compared with the bloodshed outside, the trivial disputes within the family are really indifferent.

Pang Rui stared at Yan Lan's cold and ice-like eyes. His originally confident expression suddenly showed a trace of panic, and a wave of trembling surged deep in his heart for no reason.

"Eh? How is it possible? How could I be afraid of that kid? It's ridiculous. He is only a thirteen-year-old kid. No matter how talented he is, he won't be that strong. I have been trained by my family since I was a child.

And my talent is not weak, why am I afraid of that guy?"

Pang Rui immediately shifted his gaze, trying his best to caress himself in his heart, and his eyes suddenly focused. While running his spiritual energy, he constantly sensed Yan Lan's aura, trying to find out its fatal weakness.

For two people who are evenly matched to fight, they must first accumulate momentum and then find the opponent's loopholes. Of course, accumulating momentum is a necessary process for those with relatively low cultivation levels, but for those who can turn over rivers and seas with just a wave of their hands, they can attack at will.

So, the so-called gathering momentum is nothing more than a thought.

The momentum of the two people continued to rise, and the tribesmen sitting around could faintly feel the pressure of an energy. However, the pressure of this energy was still weak, and there was still a big gap compared to Pang He and others.

.

Yan Lan's eyes became sharper and sharper. The golden energy absorbed from the Zen Heart Space was already flowing into his fists. The power of Thunder Soul in his soul had also been compressed into almost substantial energy by him.

Yun accumulated in the palm of his hand; with a thought, the Hongming Jue suddenly started to move. Suddenly, the huge energy of the five elements of heaven and earth surged towards him, and the wind and clouds seemed to change.

The faces of thousands of clan members suddenly changed.

"This... what kind of magic formula is this? It absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and is so domineering and powerful!"

"It seems that Yan Lan also used similar techniques when he was under the thunderstorm!"

"..."

Many tribesmen widened their eyes and swallowed from time to time, looking at this magnificent scene in amazement. They couldn't help but feel more confident about Yan Lan defeating Pang Rui.

Yan Muluan's clear eyes turned, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Sure enough, Yan Lan still has some trump cards that he has not yet used."

"What kind of magic formula is this? It seems that I have never had any contact with people from the Yan tribe before!" On the sidelines, Pang He's pupils suddenly tightened, and he stared at Yan Lan from a distance, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Yan Yaoji's eyebrows twitched inadvertently a few times. The magic formula used by Yan Lan was very unfamiliar to him. But no matter what, as long as he can defeat his opponent, it doesn't matter where the magic formula comes from. There is no rule in the family that he is not allowed to practice it.

As long as you have the chance to obtain other magic techniques, you can practice them. He stroked his beard and smiled slightly, and a trace of expectation gradually appeared in his solemn look.

"Spiritual Transformation Palm!"

Pang Rui suddenly shouted, and the momentum around him suddenly exploded. He thrust his palm forward, and there was a glue-like spiritual energy surrounding his palm, as if if it touched a little, it would be stuck.

When Pang He saw this, his slightly sad eyes suddenly lit up, and he secretly said with joy: "Spiritual Transformation Palm, our clan's second-level mid-level special skill, has the effect of eating away the spirit essence and eroding the opponent's body. I didn't expect Rui'er to actually do it.

The leapfrog training is successful, now that boy Yan Lan is going to suffer a lot!"

When Yan Yaoji and the other elders took a look, their expressions changed dramatically. They were no strangers to this Spiritual Transformation Palm. During previous fights with the Pang family, many masters from the family were killed by this palm. Even those who were lucky enough to survive

The tribesmen who came over were also physically damaged, their foundations were frustrated, and they almost became disabled people.

"Yan Lan, be careful. This is the Pang family's second-level, middle-level skill, Spirit Transformation Palm. It can eat away the spirit essence and corrode the body!" The fourth elder couldn't help shouting.

Pang He looked at Yan Yaoji and others who looked nervous, and couldn't help but feel secretly happy. It was such a pleasant enjoyment to be able to torture the opponent's mind before even fighting.

"Spiritual Transformation Palm?" Yan Lan didn't panic at all when he heard this, but instead showed a faint sly smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Destroyed, Yanlan!"

Yan Lan's ears pricked up, and she saw that Pang Rui had already launched an offensive, with his soul-changing palm in front, and the spirit energy rushing toward him.

"Five Elements Sealing Thunder!"

Yan Lan's eyes turned cold, and she snarled slightly at the corner of her mouth, making a shout that only she could hear. She clenched her fists tighter, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, shouted loudly, and rushed away in the face of Pang Rui's offensive.

The Five Elements Sealing Thunder is a unique skill that Yan Lan suddenly realized under the thunderstorm. But what he performed at this moment was far more powerful than that time when he was under the thunderstorm. Because Yan Lan was among them,

It also adds the powerful power of thunder soul.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, not even daring to blink, for fear of missing the moment that meant victory or defeat.

Yan Lan ran wildly, staring closely at Pang Rui's eyes. From the other person's eyes, he could see a hint of enthusiasm, but underneath that enthusiasm, there was clearly a hint of cowardice.

"Bang!"

Yan Lan felt like she was being hit by a ball of sticky liquid.

However, he was not surprised at all.

The golden energy flew out, and wherever it passed, not only was Pang Rui's spiritual energy devoured, but the huge peaceful energy contained in the golden light suddenly calmed down Pang Rui's boiling energy.

Pang Rui's fervent eyes suddenly turned cold. He felt that his spiritual energy was being dissipated at an incredible speed. Even if he wanted to use the energy in his palm, he suddenly found that the energy was like lead, extremely sluggish.

Pang Rui's cold eyes were suddenly filled with horror.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Yan Lan switched her fists to palms, and the compressed thunder soul power, along with the huge five-element energy, angrily blasted towards Pang Rui's palm.

"Bang!"

The second explosion shook the entire square. A figure, under the gaze of thousands of people, flew out of the light group, drew a perfect arc, crossed a distance of fifty or sixty feet, and struck heavily

It fell on the feet of Pang He and others.

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