Chapter 65 Flame Emperor

This old man Ge Yi is called extraordinary. He is the younger brother who teaches Zhang Zhenren in Cangliu Hall and is also a good friend with Lin Ge Lao. He practiced the top martial arts "Flame Emperor Fist" in the Cangliu Hall. As early as decades ago, he became famous in the world, and all the heroes worshipped him.

As a highly regarded senior, he only came to the town and did not intend to take action in person. He expected that this unknown descendant would be scared to kneel down and beg for mercy when he met him. However, he did not expect that the boy surnamed Qin was so rampant that he not only defeated the four disciples of the Cangliu Hall, but also abused me. If he doesn't come forward to teach this boy any more, everyone will really think that there is no one under the door of the Cangliu Hall!

Although his forward speed was not fast, there was a hidden sound of wind and thunder. There was a fierce fire on his two fists, and a sense of anxiety came to his face far away. Qin Yan heard of this man's prestige and dared not neglect it now. He raised his sword to meet him.

Only heard a dull shock, He Fenfan punched the sword, and the firelight soared, and the rapidly rising high temperature almost burned Qin Yan. Qin Yan only felt a blazing heart and lungs along his nose and hurriedly held his breath, and there was a magnificent bully on his fist, which made him tremble. He watched the sword in his hand bend and soften in the extreme high temperature.

Although Qin Yan expected something, he didn't expect that the other party's punch was so powerful that his strength was underestimated. At this moment, he has no other choice. If he doesn't let go, the iron juice melted by the high temperature will splash on his hand, and the other fist of the other party has also been raised high, and the next moment he will hit his face.

Between his mind, he withdrew his hand and retreated quickly, and the blood in his body boiled. The fifth heavy blood burst out with all his strength, and his whole body was covered with a light golden halo. Hebufan hit another punch, and his power was even more powerful than the first punch. Qin Yan stiffly set it up and only felt that the skeleton of his whole body had a painful moan. It was clear that he could not withstand this huge force, and his whole body fell back.

Why didn't you plan to let him go? The tiger roared and raised his right leg like a big gun sweeping away. The scorching heat made Qin Yan feel like he was in volcanic magma. Qin Yan was hit by him and lost his center of gravity. He hurriedly turned his footsteps and forcibly moved a few inches before he could barely stand still. At the corners of his eyes, he saw the other party's whip and legs sweeping, so he had to hurriedly wave his arm to block it and completely withstand the strength of this leg.

This "Flame Emperor's heavy nuclear leg" can't be eaten casually. The two huge forces collided, and there was a roar in Qin Yan's ears. There was a blackness in front of his eyes, and his mind was lost for a moment. When he regained consciousness again, he only felt that the sky was spinning, and the whole earth turned into an iron plate patted at him. He hurriedly vibrated his whole body, raised his hand and patted the ground, resolved his fall with extreme ingenuity, and quickly turned his body.

However, why would not give him any chance to breathe? His body had long been pulled like a bow, full of fierce momentum. Just as Qin Yan's foothold was unstable, the tight bow string shot the must-kill arrow, which was like thunder, and the real power of the Flame Emperor's Fist bloomed vividly in this punch.

Broken hammer!

When the boxing came, Qin Yan's five senses were seized by the power of this blow. The world was dark, and there was lightning and thunder in his ears, leaving only the flame condensed to the extreme in the whole world. He could hardly control his body. He watched the punch approach his body, and his body numbly raised his arms, raised his hand, and turned his wrist. After that, his body did not even have a chance to fly backwards, and was smashed under the solid basalt iron floor.

There was a loud noise, flames splashed, and the whole earth collapsed in violent tremors, causing a roar and scream. Centered on the battle between the two, the ground sank nearly two meters, and the 100-meter floor seemed to have been rolled over by a chariot, completely overturned.

And in the smoke and dust in the center, Hebufan, who had thought that the winner had been divided, suddenly felt a pain in his right arm, and Qin Yan, who was supposed to be dying, actually pinched his wrist.

Whybufan was shocked. After using the "Flame Emperor's Heavy Core Leg" and the "Broken Hammer" one after another, he had to breathe a few times, and the other party who took these moves did not stop to counterattack at all - is this boy's body iron?

He guessed half right.

After the fifth heavith of blood soaked his whole body, Qin Yan's physique was several times tougher than steel at this time. Of course, under the impact of He Fan's fist that was enough to melt gold and wrought iron, he was not unharmed, but he fought back with a violent blood in his heart and launched a counterattack when He was recovering.

The Flame King's Fist and Han Xuegong can be said to be each other's nemesis. The blazing flame is burning with light golden blood poison, and the power of blood is also devouring the high temperature of the flame. The two forces launched a tragic confrontation and made a sharp creaking sound. After holding He Bufan's right hand, Qin Yan did not hesitate at all. He strode under his feet. First, he had a fierce head mallet, and then punched the opponent's left shoulder, and his whole body of blood converged on it. The fierce and violent power crushed He Bufan deep into the earth.

Isn't this old man powerful? If you beat me three feet to the ground, how can I beat you into the earth and help you save a pair of coffin money!

However, He was not a wooden stake. He was born and died for many years and soon fought back. He slapped Qin Yan's left arm, making him fly up in the air and floated two feet before landing.

At this time, both of them were a little exhausted. Although He Butfan forced Qin Yan back, his lower body completely fell into the soil and did not even have the strength to get up for a moment.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, the scene was completely reflected in everyone's eyes. The earth and rocks in the field were messy. Why was Mr. He crawling out of the soil awkwardly? Qin Yan was two feet away from him, and his two sleeves and clothes were broken. He was also a little embarrassed and gasping for breath.

Although it is probably the scene of meeting the opponent and losing both sides, the weight of the two is very different in people's eyes. What kind of person is Mr. He? Just reporting your name is enough to deter a short night. And his opponent is just a teenager who is not as weak as the crown. Everyone hasn't even heard his name, and he has this situation with Mr. He. In a sense, Hebufan also lost a lot, because Qin Yan removed most of his strength by smashing the nearby floor, but he punched the other party, and half of his body was smashed into the earth, which was really a little lost... That was a little embarrassing.

Qin Yan adjusted his breath and regained some strength. Looking at He's gray face, he felt relieved and laughed and said, "Old man, your boxing skills are good. It's just that you have to wait. Why don't let me teach you a few tricks, and you can make great progress!"

He also does feel that the Flame King's Fist and Han Xue Gong really have something in common. The two also need an extremely tough body to practice. They also hurt the enemy by releasing energy, but the way of tempering is a little different. However, of course, he doesn't expect Hefan to accept it now. He said this purely for a breath of evil anger.

"This fool, does he think he didn't die fast enough!" Lin Muyao couldn't help cursing.

Before her voice fell, she saw He Fan's face sink in the field, and she waved her palms and put out a mysterious fingerprint. In the middle of his hands, a dark ink flame was slowly growing, emitting a hellish smell.

"It's 'Burning the Eight Wastes'!" Someone immediately exclaimed in the crowd.

"Mr. He is going to make a unique move!"

"No, everyone, step back quickly. It's not fun to be touched by this thing!"