Chapter 8 Thunder

"Well, where are the two small energetic scholars qualified to replace the noble marquis and the common marquis?" The teenager on the right wears a purple gold crown, showing a breath of wealth.

Fang Yun was putting his whole mind on Yang Qian at this time and did not notice what happened outside the pavilion. If he sees these two people, he will be quite surprised. The teenager who speaks the former is called Yan Lun, and his father is Yan Zhi, who is the Marquis of Wenqu of the Zhou Dynasty. The ancestor of Wenqu Marquis was a literary minister. When the Zhou Dynasty was founded, he was the first generation of Taifu, which had a far-reaching influence among the court's literary ministers. Even if the three princes of the current dynasty are inextricably linked to his family.

Yan Lun's grandfather abandoned literature and martial arts and broke into a career. Although he is not a noble marquis, his family's power in the court is inextricably and deep-rooted, no less than that of nobles. Although the Marquis of Wenqu is from Wen to Wu, in terms of influence and power, it can be said to be the first among the civilian marquis.

Zijin teenager Xu Quan, and his father, Manghuanghou Xu Yuan, held millions of heavy soldiers, guarded the border of Xu Wei, and suppressed the wilderness demon clan. The original title of this Manghuanghou was Weiyuan Marquis, who was one of the noble marquises of the Zhou Dynasty. Because of his prominent force, he guarded the east for the Zhou Dynasty, deterred the demon clan for a hundred years, and made great achievements in the war. Therefore, Weiyuan Marquis was changed to Manghuanghou as a reward. Among the noble marquis, the wild marquis has the greatest influence!

This permission and Yan Lun are equally prominent, profound, and unusual princes. They are very arrogant. Although the two of them are peaceful and seem to be friendly, their eyes are intertwined and sharp, but they are a pair of strong enemies.

"Oh, why don't the two of us join in the fun and gamble?" Yan Lun said with a smile.

"What do you want to bet on?" Xu Quan stood up and said coldly, but did not mean to refuse.

"If Fang Yun wins, I want you to have a volume of "The Secret of Killing Demons and Swords" on you."

Xu Quan's face changed: "You have a good appetite. Although "The Secret of Killing Demons Sword" is only a unique learning, not a top martial arts unique learning, but it is also unique to my wild marquis."

"Can't you afford to gamble?"

"joke, okay. If I lose, I will lend you the secret of the Demon Slayer Sword. If you lose, you need to lend me the Haoran Qi!"

This time, it's Yan Lun's turn to change color. Wenquhou was born in the vein of Wenchen. This Haoranqi combines the Haoranqi of Confucianism with martial arts, and is also unique to Wenquhou's vein.

Yan Lun stared at Fang Yun in the distance and said a word decisively: "Okay!"

Hearing this word, Xu Quan finally showed a smile on his face: "Ha, I forgot to tell you that the second son of Pingding Hou usually has some contact with me. A few months ago, I happened to know that Yang Qianyu was begging for a human-level pearl.

"What! Human-level beads!" Yan Lun's heart sank. He knows clearly what a human-level bead is. The martial artist who has this kind of treasure of heaven and earth practices five or six times faster than ordinary people. With such a thing, Yang Qian's martial arts cultivation is so fast, which is self-evident.

"It's calculated," Yan Lun felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a hundred flies in his heart. There is basically nothing to see in this duel. However, in this kind of gambling, the loser will not lose. No matter what, you have to do it.

"So what if there are human-level beads? I don't think Fang Yun may be bad."

Xu Quan is just sneering.

"You disperse!" In the crowd, Yang Qian said a word, and all the soldiers around him retreated, leaving a large space for the two of them.

"You two, leave, too." Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin agreed and retreated. They couldn't get involved in this kind of fight.

hoo!

As soon as the people around him retreated, Yang Qian raised his hand and punched it, which was the tiger fist that Li Ping had just used. In the same way, the tiger went down the mountain, and it was completely different from Li Ping in Yang Qian's hands.

Yang Qian made a move, and the air around him swelled. In the wind, there was a loud tiger roar, and the momentum was like a tiger jumping down from the mountain. The eyes of the scholars around him looking at Yang Qian suddenly changed. Although Yang Qian is arrogant, his efforts are not bad.

Fang Yun straightened his body and ran gently to the side under his feet. Everyone immediately felt a wild momentum from Fang Yun, like a wild cow stretching its four hooves running on the field.

"The wild bull runs wild!" In the crowd, a sergeant immediately recognized it. This Mangniu boxing is not a very good boxing, and many people know it. However, in everyone's impression, Mang Niu's fist has always been used to attack and split. No one expected that the reckless bull could still dodge the opponent's attack under such circumstances.

Fang Yun's move "Mang Niu Run Wild" used the sudden acceleration of the speed to flash past the 'Tiger Down the Mountain', and immediately punched out, the air on the tip of the fist burst, and an air wave shot straight at Yang Qian.

"It's not good!" Yang Qian didn't expect that Fang Yun's skills were so fast. With a flower in front of him, a fist was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes. After all, Yang Qian was born in Houfu and has a family background. In times of crisis, his arms stood upright and stood in front of him.

Bang!

The fists and arms intersect, and Yang Qian only felt that he was hit by a wild cow, and his arm was about to break. He is also a vitality-level cultivation, and his flesh and blood have long been integrated with vitality, which is extremely strong. Fang Yun only made him feel pressure with only one move.

"He is stronger than me, and I'm not an opponent!" Yang Qian was stunned. To this conclusion, he could hardly believe his judgment. How long has it been? Fifteen days, only fifteen days, how can Fang Yun make such great progress?

Ah!

Yang Qian was calculating the strength of the two, and suddenly the crowd exclaimed. A strong wind was blowing, and a loud bull was immediately heard in his ears. It seemed that a muscular and fleshy wild cow was rushing to himself with his eyes open.

Mang Niu roared!

Fang Yun's left fist was blocked, his right foot bullied him, and another punch was blown out. It was the fifth type of wild bull roaring. The tiger is the king of beasts, and the tiger roars and the beasts are subdued. However, the wild cow lives in the wilderness, free, scattered and wild by nature. When a wild cow is angry, its eyes are blood red, and its iron hooves are flying. No matter what stands in front of it, it must fly overhead. The wild and domineering power can break a big tree. Even if a tiger or a lion encounters it, it will retreat.

Mow!

Within four feet around Fang Yun, the air was torn into countless pieces, and the airflow all over the sky collided with each other. In the strong wind, there was a loud cow, and the ground under his feet trembled faintly. It seemed that there was a crazy cow running wildly.

This time, it's not just the students watching the battle around. Even Xu Quan's face changed. The 'Mang Niu Jin' in Fang Yun's hand is completely different from that of ordinary vitality-level warriors. Even if he meets a real-level warrior, he is qualified to fight.

"Fang Lin!" Xu Quan suddenly thought of a person. He only saw this momentum and the smell of hegemony on one person. At that time, the Xu Quan was equivalent to the current Yang Qian, and at that time, Fang Lin was equivalent to the current Fang Yun.

Bang!

Fang Yun's fist was like the iron hoof of a wild cow, with the momentum of Wanyi, and stepped heavily on Yang Qian's forehead. In the loud bang, Yang Qian was hit by an irresistible brute force. He flew high with a scream, and then was pressed to the ground by Fang Yun. His forehead and flesh exploded, and a large amount of blood burst out, making his face covered with blood.

When he fell, a black bead flew out at the same time and fell three feet away, spinning on the ground.

"Brother Yang!" Seeing Yang Qian flying out heavily and his face was full of blood, Li Ping roared and rushed over with a "speep", and the tiger's claws stretched out.

"Humph!" Fang Yun stepped on the bully, did not dodge or avoid, and handed out a move of 'the wild cow to the horn'. In the pavilion, everyone's ears were full of loud cows. With a click, Li Ping's arms were brittle, his body bowed, and he flew out like a scarecrow, hitting the vermilion pavilion pillar heavily.

"How can it be!" Li Ping sat on the ground, his arms shrugged down, and the great shock overwhelmed the pain of the body.

Watching the battle is far less intense than personal experience. Li Ping began to think that Yang Qian was knocked down because he was too careless. It was not until he took action in person that he felt the terrible power of Fang Yun.

How long has it been! Li Ping clearly remembered that half a month ago, when the two beat Fang Yun violently, it was like beating a dog. In only 15 days, the two sides completely turned upside down.

"You lost!" Yan Lun looked ahead and smiled.

"Hmm! You're lucky!" Xu Quan snorted coldly, threw out a brochure casually, took a fierce look at Fang Yun in the distance, and then shook his sleeves and left.

Yan Lun copied it and took the Xu family's "The Secret of Killing Demons and Swords" in his hand. This kendo martial scripture, which he had been learning from, has now become boring.

"What a terrible fighting talent!" Yan Lun was calm on the surface, but his heart was shocked. With his level of cultivation, he did not pay attention to the power shown by Fang Yun. What really shocked him was Fang Yun's combat talent. Yan Lun understood that the basic military method of Mang Niuquan would never exert a stronger combat effectiveness than Fang Yun in his hands.

Tiger Fist is stronger than Mang Niu Fist, which is recognized among the princes of the King of Beijing. Although Yang Qian is arrogant, the cultivation of Tiger Fist is profound, but compared with Fang Yun, it is bleak.

The wild bull flashed over the tiger down the mountain, forced Yang Qian to defend with the mane of the bull, and attracted his attention at the same time, and the real power was on the roar of the bull that followed. The three moves of Mangniu boxing are smoothly connected and used to the top, which is almost completely for restraining Yang Qian's fierce tiger boxing. In this battle, when Yang Qian took the initiative to issue a 'tiger down the mountain', Yang Qian was doomed to have no chance to make any more moves.

"My father once said that martial arts are extremely useful and single-minded. It is good to have powerful tricks, but the decisive factor of a battle is often the martial artist himself," Yan Luxin said.