Chapter 19 If you don't accept it, I will beat you

Without waiting for Wan Liufeng to answer, Qin Yan took the lead in punching him. Wan Liufeng has been prepared for a long time and still raises his palm to welcome him.

Gangqi collided with the magic flame and was silent, but their bodies shook at the same time. The power enough to destroy the whole cliff gathered between the fists and devoured each other. Under the exquisite control of the two, it did not spread, just like a storm hitting the shore and could not hold on for a while. Qin Yan's punch was strong, and the anti-shock force made his own wrist a little numb. Wan Liufeng took his punch with the help of the devil behind him, which must be even more uncomfortable.

"Good boy, if you dare to welcome my young master's fist, I will let you take it!" Qin Yan cursed angrily and punched his left hand again. Wan Liufeng is also a stubborn and fierce person, also with his left hand. As soon as the two came into contact, it was like two mountains colliding with each other, and their own bodies trembled again.

Another strong and hard encounter, even with the help of the devil, Wanliufeng also showed a lack of support, and his body was pushed back. He took a quick step back, withdrew his hands, changed his breath, and then changed a tactic. Instead of fighting with Qin Yan, he turned to fight around Qin Yan's guerrilla.

For a moment, the shadows of the fists all over the sky were stacked, and the red smoke and the dark black flames were fiercely intertwined. Blood and darkness were devoured and melting, and thousands of fist shadows shuttled between the two people, like gorgeous flowers blooming in full bloom.

In the sensory world of the two of them, the surrounding world was covered by blood smoke and the faint black flame in the cracks. With each fight, the red smoke and deep fireworks spread regularly, closely lingering, as if swallowed by a wild beast. The two are getting faster and faster, and the shadows are intertwined. All kinds of boxing skills and physical flexibility have reached the limit. Each picture presents a variety of difficult postures. If someone is lucky enough to watch, they will be shocked by this scene.

After a moment, thousands of moves have been made in the field, and the two figures finally separated. Qin Yan stood in the middle of the platform, and the wind had retreated to the cliff before he could stand firm. He looked at Qin Yan, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Be happy!"

It's really happy, but Qin Yan doesn't have much time left. In two minutes at most, he will be beaten back to his original shape, even more miserable. At this time, he had to admit that Wan Liufeng did have the qualification to be called the first master of the younger generation. If he met him in his normal state, he would not even be able to hold up with a finger.

"Hahaha, you are a good boy. You are qualified to die in the hands of this young master. I'm a little tired of fighting, so I'll solve you with the next move and make you lose convincingly!"

Wan Liufeng snorted coldly: "What a big tone!" With so many words, he saw Qin Yan posing a strange posture, and his face couldn't help showing a solemn look.

Qin Yan faced him, stretched out a fist very slowly, and gently and coincidentally leaned towards Wanliufeng.

Wan Liufeng stared silently at this simple punch, and suddenly felt that his ears had become dead, and the world in his vision gradually darkened. There was a loud noise in his mind, as panicked as a landslide. He only felt that there was a mountain covering the sky and the earth in front of him in an instant, and the next moment he would remove his little ant from the world.

The slowly pushed fist expanded sharply in front of his eyes, covering the sky and the sun, and the vision was dim. The only thing he can do is to raise his arms and fold them on his chest.

With a bang, even the demon soul could not stop the power of this punch. Wanliufeng's body was blown away from the rock by this punch, stepped on its feet and fell down the cliff.

He was still in mid-air, and suddenly there was a sharp wind in his ear. The red blood mist came into his eyes, and Qin Yan had chased him from the sky.

"Are you still not convinced?" Qin Yan shouted loudly and punched again.

The wind trembled, the ears were flashing and thundering, and the field of vision was covered by red fog. At this time, pride also had the intention of breaking the boat, facing the endless blood fog above, and brazenly pushed out his palms.

"Kka!" The sound of broken bones clearly came to his ears, and his arms were completely unconscious and could not even feel pain because of this blow. His body fell into the jungle like dead branches and leaves, and stepped on the wet/soft land, turning the momentum of falling into a retreat.

He was finally completely desperate, and there was only the idea of running away in his heart.

Qin Yan caught up from the rear, and his proud laughter sounded like a devil singing in the Wanliufeng: "Do you want to run? Did the young master agree?"

The last blow!

Thunder surged in the darkness, and the light flowed between heaven and earth at that moment. Through the heart of the ever-flowing wind, a broken sound came from the depths of his soul... Just a precursor to attack made him suffer a heavy blow and opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, just as the blow was about to come, it suddenly stopped halfway.

Qin Yan's figure suddenly stiffened. He felt that the surging power in his body reced like a tide, and the severe pain and fatigue came one after another, making his body start to be a little disobedient. The power consumed by his fists with imperial weapons is unusually large, resulting in the fact that the life-severance formula that should have lasted for two minutes will end early only after three punches.

In his short time, the wind in front of him has gone.

"It's okay, it's rare for me to be in a good mood today, so let you live!" He muttered in his mouth, hurriedly turned around, took advantage of the last trace of strength in his body, jumped directly hundreds of meters high and fell to the rock platform.

This time, the body was finally taken out. Qin Yan lay on his back on the rock and was so weak that he could hardly move.

Yu Hanyan lay motionless not far away from him, and he didn't know how long he would sleep. If Wan Liufeng kills him again at this time, he will find that the Tianyuan master who forced him torment has now become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Qin Yan closed his eyes and only felt a whirlwind, and the boundless darkness swept in. He couldn't stand it any longer and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dusk. As soon as he opened his eyes, a narrow back was reflected in his vision. Yu Hanyan stood on the edge of the cliff with his back to him, with his right arm ** outside, holding the body of the black sun bat and pounding with something.

"Teacher, sister--" As soon as Qin Yan opened his mouth, he found that his voice was extremely hoarse, and his voice seemed to be blocked by something, and his pronunciation was vague. He coughed a few times in a hurry, but still didn't get better.

Yu Hanyan noticed his voice. She casually threw the body of the black sun bat off the cliff, turned around and quickly walked to Qin Yan, handed over two black bat claws: "You're awake. I'll give this to you."

Qin Yan didn't even have the strength to get up at this time, so he didn't have time to pick up the pair of claws. He reluctantly shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "No, keep it yourself."

"This 'broken moon claw' is the best material for refining weapons. Do you really don't want it? My family has taken the stinky bat's black cloak, but I'm embarrassed to take advantage of you again.

Only then did Qin Yan see the pink gauze scarf around the black sun bat around her neck, which was probably the legendary Uri cloak. He has no envy for these coveted artifacts. He has always believed in the power he has cultivated, and has little interest in so-called artifacts, elixirs and other foreign objects. Although these things can temporarily increase combat effectiveness, relying too much on external things will cause their own slackness, so that it is difficult to climb the supreme road. Compared with these things, he feels that the Taoism/stips of various sects are more attractive. In the world, all kinds of Taoism, even if it is only the most basic introductory formula, can make him prove his limitations and value. Isn't it much better than that cloak claws?

So he just shook his head: "Senior sister, keep it by herself. If you feel sorry, you might as well give me some advice on my martial arts when you are free. I am very interested in your fantasy!

Yu Hanyan obviously didn't believe what he said, and a look of doubt flashed in her eyes. She said tentatively, "You don't want this treasure. Are you afraid that my family will see wealth and hurt your life?"