"Well, this move looks really beautiful, but it's so extremely consuming. I think you can fiddle with it a few more times!"

Situ Hengkong's face did not change color because Situ Zhaonan had a temporary disadvantage. If he looked carefully, he would see a faint sneer.

Situ Zhaonan's expression was slightly cold. This time he left with preparation and was confident in the confrontation, but he was at a disadvantage in front of so many beauties. Although he was not defeated, it made him somewhat unhappy.

"It seems that only by fighting can we attract the girl's attention and make me feel more happy!"

Situ Zhaonan snorted coldly, and the spiritual energy in his body burst out. A huge amount of spiritual power rolled on his arms. His head was long and he was flying among the violent spiritual energy.

In the blink of an eye, Situ Zhaonan relied on his advantage to raid Yan Lan.

"Bang!"

Situ Zhaonan's fist that blasted Yan Lan's abdomen was stopped.

"Bang!"

Yan Lan also stopped the fist that hit the head.

"Bang bang bang..."

The two of them fought in close combat, and the sound of fists and palms colliding sounded like firecrackers.

Everyone looked at it and saw Situ Zhaonan floating in shape, surrounding Yan Lan and bombarding her body.

Yan Lan defended himself with all his energy, using both fists and feet, and intercepted Situ Zhaonan every attack.

As the duel took longer, the mouth shapes of many Yan clan members gradually became "Oh". They did not expect that Situ Zhaonan's strength was not as they expected, which could absolutely suppress Yan Lan.

"Yan Lan, maybe he really has some ability."

Many tribe members examined Yan Lan's gaze and suddenly suddenly became clear.

Yan Muxiong's eyes were always with Yan Lan's figure. At this moment, his originally solemn expression was slightly relieved. A trace of expectation jumped faintly in his eyes.

"If Yan Lan can win this time, then he will be the most outstanding family disciple since I took the coaching position, although he is still young..."

Yan Muxiong's eyes became more and more intense.

"Why is Brother Xiaolan just defending but not attacking? This won't work!"

Among the girls watching, Yan Lingyu frowned slightly and said in a whisper.

"Although brother Yan Lan only attacks but not defends, he is moderate and at ease. He will not be at a disadvantage for a while."

Beside Yan Lingyu, a woman half a head taller than Ling Yu said calmly. But a sense of exclamation flashed in her eyes as water.

This woman is named Yan Linglong, who is seventeen years old. She is as beautiful as snow, elegant as the world, and has a more graceful figure than Yan Lingyu.

"oh."

Yan Lingyu responded, and then the contact lenses were tightly condensed, and she continued to watch the battle nervously.

This fierce attack, the fist and palm intercourse continued for more than a hundred times.

Situ Hengkong's face twitched slightly, his brows frowned, and he said to himself: "Even if Nan'er's crazy attack is reached in the middle stage of Yuandan, it will be difficult for him to take all of them. Yan Lan's son was able to persist for more than a hundred times without showing his decline. Sure enough, he has some means. However, the ending is already destined..."

After a hundred punches, seeing that the gains were small, Situ Zhaonan suddenly realized that he seemed to be despising his opponent. He immediately shouted lightly, and his body rotated around Yan Lan, and instantly paused behind Yan Lan. His right hand, which was wrapped in a thick spiritual essence, hit the back of Yan Lan's head and blasted away.

Yan Lan doesn't have to look back, and his soul can naturally sense the attack.

"Hmph, don't think that you are the only one who is fast!"

Yan Lan immediately condensed his body, his aura was introverted, he bowed forward slightly, and then shouted loudly, like throwing a heavy object, his right hand was like a dragon coming out of the abyss, and with a thunderous momentum, he rushed towards Situ Zhaonan's hard fist.

Situ Hengkong's expression turned solemn. He didn't expect that Yan Lan could react quickly under Situ Zhaonan's speed, and could also accumulate momentum to respond to Situ Zhaonan with the most domineering offensive.

"boom……"

The two fists that were still young were like two hard pieces of gold and iron, bombarding each other domineeringly, making a shocking explosion.

A strong light, like the sun in the sun, shining so that everyone could not look directly at;

The scattered spiritual energy overturned many family disciples with low cultivation on the sidelines to the ground.

Under the remnant force of the two spiritual energy, Yan Lan and Situ Zhaonan's sleeves were all broken and turned into powder and scattered all over the ground.

The figures of the two of them also retreated seven or eight steps, and their eyes showed a strong solemnity towards their opponents.

At this moment, Yan Linghe's eyes were flashing with incredible colors. He clearly felt that the power of Yan Lan's punch was much greater than the move he had played against him before. He asked himself that if he had taken Yan Lan's punch now, he would have suffered a considerable internal injury.

Yan Linghe took a deep breath and regarded Yan Lan as Yue's opponent. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he had to admit this helpless reality.

"I actually underestimated this child Yan Lan!"

"It seems that the ending of this competition may not be as bad as expected!"

“…”

The onlookers' hanging hearts lowered a little after seeing Yan Lan taking it with her fearlessness.

Yan Lan's strength has to be praised a few points.

Of course, my favorability towards Yan Lan has also increased a lot.

Yan Muxiong's cold gaze could not help but show joy at this time. He turned his head and saw Situ Hengkong's expression, his arrogance had decreased a little, and there was even a trace of solemnity between his eyebrows.

"You have good strength. You're called Yan Lan. I remember you. But with this strength, you can't beat me."

Situ Zhaonan's cold face showed a slight smile.

Is this a smile that appreciates the opponent's smile or a confident smile that I can't tell.

When Yan Lan heard this, she raised her lips and said with a smile: "Yan Lan is my name, but how did you know that I only have this strength?"

Yan Lan pretended to be relaxed, but he was quite solemn in his heart.

In the past competitions, he only had to show 70% of his strength to be able to make it easy.

Moreover, the significance of the previous competition was far less than that of this competition. This was the first time he had faced such a strong opponent in thirteen years. It would be impossible to say that he was not worried.

However, worrying is meaningless, it is better to use 100% of your strength and fight with all your strength.

Situ Zhaonan's after-lightness slightly swept across the girls watching around him, and felt the girls staring at him, and suddenly felt quite enjoyable.

"It's really intoxicating to be watched by so many beautiful opposite sexes. If I could defeat Yan Lan quickly, their eyes, even if they were a little resentful, would have some admiration."

Situ Zhaonan's mouth raised a proud curve.
Chapter completed!