Chapter 39 Explosion

The sudden change of color turned out that even Fan Zi, who was beside him, couldn't help but be afraid and hesitated to retreat a few steps.

"Kid, are you looking for death?" Wugang did not hesitate and shouted angrily. He stepped forward, and the deep fiery red breath soared, and the fiery breath, which was completely different from Yin Yifan, rose up and went straight away.

He did not reach the three-yuan realm of Yuanli's external release, but in the binary realm, he can attach the fiery Yuanli to the body surface to form Yuanli armor. The merit can be a hundred times more fierce, and it can also be as stable as Mount Tai.

Wu Gang pinched the original formula, stepped forward, and took a few steps straight to Yin Yifan, shouting in a low voice: "Fire dragon power!"

Wu Gan's means are fierce. As soon as he takes action, it is the original secret of the middle-quality spiritual realm.

Suddenly, the fire power of the left hand soared, and it seemed to ignite a blazing flame. The fist, like a dragon's head, followed Wu Gang's pace, opened its mouth and almost wanted to choose someone to eat.

I saw the fiery red figure in front of me coming like a flowing cloud. Yin Yifan did not dodge. Not far behind him was Fan Zi. This boy could not be injured, otherwise Fan Yan was angry and confessed himself, which was not good.

Thinking of this, Yin Yifan also shouted in a low voice: "The third samadhi meeting!"

With a gentle touch of his right hand, a pale frost rose up, which seemed to be soft, but in fact it was secretly strong. It stamped the roaring dragon fist with a bang.

"Wow!"

The two strong breath of ice and fire burst away, causing the flowers and plants on both sides of the corridor to break their waists.

Dudu, Yin Yifan stepped on the wooden floor and suddenly retreated a few steps. A burst of qi and blood surged into his body, and the cold fell into his marrow, even uncomfortable.

He took a sip and looked up at Wu Qiang, who only took a step back. I sighed in my heart that the fire dragon was really fierce, and the boxing was not very strong, but the hot energy that penetrated into the body surged, especially Yin Yifan's physique. For a moment, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of cold blood overflowed out.

Looking at Yin Yifan, who was injured by one blow, Fan Zi, who avoided one place, couldn't help but change her face and roared angrily, "Wugang, stop it!"

Wu Gang had nothing to do with Fan Zi. He usually reluctantly called Uncle Wu. At this time, when the dungry was angry, he actually roared directly and became famous, and the blue veins on Wu Gang's forehead were slightly cold.

"Auncle, good job, good!" Fan Qing jumped up excitedly. There was really a world of difference between the two brothers.

" Stop? Humph! It's all good and evil-knowing little ones. Wu Qiang was furious.

Fan Zi's heart was blocked when she heard the words, and she was full of eagerness to rush forward. This scene fell into Yin Yifan's eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart.

Straight up and stood in front of Fan Zi. Yin Yifan stretched out his left hand slightly and smiled easily and said, "Second young master, you step back. If you see me blow him up, you will recognize me as my brother."

"Hmm?" Fan Zi looked up at Yin Yifan and nodded and said, "Okay, blow him up." With that, he stared at Wu Qiang with hatred.

"Wu Quan, right?" Yin Yifan said inexplicably and bowed his body slightly.

His hands were fiercely pinched into fists, and a faint frost suddenly burst. A hard breath rose, and his lips gently touched: "King Kong Saqi!"

"Hmm?" Wu Jiang was slightly stunned when he saw the situation, and his heart was shocked. He secretly said, "What's going on with this boy? Obviously, he is only a one-yuan triangle, but he has such strength."

Without hesitation, Yin Yifan's fists touched each other like gold and iron. With a bang, a faint pale color was attached to his fists. With Yin Yifan's sudden passing away, he slipped out of a dangerous arc.

"Mix palms!"

Wu Gang shouted deeply and quickly patted a palm, which turned out to be the original secret of the middle-quality spiritual realm, and the gorgeous palm in his hand was much more powerful than the fire dragon. The fiery red light suddenly disappeared, flashed a dazzling light, and unexpectedly lifted a burst of gorgeousness in Yin Yifan's eyes.

"Bum!"

With a riot, his fists were like thunder. Fan Qing, who was scared to watch the battle, couldn't help sitting on the ground and his face turned white. But Fan Zi looked excited and turned to some maids and slaves who wanted to come to see the fun in the distance and shouted, "Get out of here if you don't want to die."

In this burst of bombardment, Yin Yifan and Wugang were not shocked by each other. At the beginning, they began to fight close to each other.

His fists and feet were eyeless and provoked a gust of strong wind. Yin Yifan was invincible in close combat. In a few rounds, he gradually fell into the wind, and his footsteps were gradually not lively, and he couldn't help eating a few fists.

"Wow!"

Yin Yifan held the ground with one hand and bent down. He couldn't help spraying a mouthful of blood and his face turned a little pale. The nine parts of Fengchen were originally the heart method of hurting the enemy 1,000 and losing 800. In each battle, he must be injured first.

"Fan Fan!"

Fan Zi exclaimed and looked very anxious, but when she saw Yin Yifan's smiling face turning his head, she still stopped the impulse to rush up.

"Kid, aren't you very good at talking? Beat me up?" Wu Can sneered at the corners of his mouth and approached Yin Yifan to give him the last blow. These teenagers were simply strange and would definitely be killed.

Yin Yifan bent down and exhaled, feeling Wu Gan's approaching and strong murderous spirit. Strangely, he did not escape. He looked like he couldn't move, but on the contrary, the corners of his mouth evoked a cunning smile.

"Gneel down and apologize, or die!" Wu Gang came slowly, and naturally he would not think that there was anything wrong. The shock that this teenager gave him was beyond his imagination. The one-yuan triangle was actually a Yuan who could shake the two yuan and seven corners head-on.

Yin Yifan slowly raised his eyebrows, which was harmless, and lightly raised the corners of his mouth. "Don't move in the face of danger, don't move in the face of danger, don't move in the face of death."

"Hmm?" Wu Qiang was in a trance, "What is this boy suddenly saying to show his indomitableness?"

"Do not move, Ming Wangyin!"

Yin Yifan's voice suddenly rose, his face was straight, his eyes looked up, his hands were quickly printed, and a pair of index fingers stood up.

In Wu Qiang's shocked and doubtful eyes, he reflected the separated right hand and slowly pushed towards himself.

"Bum!"

"Ah..." An invisible big handprint, with incomparable cold. Suddenly, when Wu Qian was distracted, he was bombarded and went away. He immediately took up the plagiarism figure and flew out. Finally, it hit the courtyard wall outside the corridor heavily, and the tragic sound suddenly became dull.

In Fan Qing's wide eyes, Wu Gang was defeated like this.

"Puff!"

After one blow, Yin Yifan finally couldn't resist the rolling blood in his heart. He staggered and sprayed a mouthful of blood.

He stroked his right hand with his left hand, but Yin Yifan still smiled and muttered, "Thank you. I rely on you every time."

"Fan Fan!" Fan Zi finally took a step and ran over to help Yin Yifan.

"I blew him up!" Yin Yifan turned his head and smiled.

"Brother!" Fan Zi was excited but did not forget his previous words and shouted in a trembling voice.

Yin Yifan smiled and said nothing, and gently patted Fan Zi to say that it was okay. In fact, Yin Yifan has long been used to the counterattack of the king's seal. Although he endured great pain, no matter how great the pain is, he will get used to it over time. It stimulates a trace of residual power in the body and slowly soothes the cold current in the body with the heat source of melting bones and burning blood fruits.

"If I don't reach the triangle, I'm afraid it must be me who will be blown up."

Yin Yifan thought so in his heart that he slowly moved his steps and walked towards Fan Qing, who was lying on the ground. The faint face is not sad or happy, and I can't see what I think.

Looking at the people who "linger" in his mind every day and night, Fan Qing panicked unnaturally, rubbed his feet on the ground unnaturally, and his gloomy face couldn't help shaking.

Yin Yifan squatted down, leaned his head to approach Fan Qing, and gently bent the corners of his mouth.

"What are you doing? I'm very simple?"

Fan Qing suffoed for a long time, and finally came up with this sentence that made Yin Yifan's heart irritated.

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