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"There is a good show this time. If Brother Wan has mercy on him, this boy will be injured at most. If Brother Wan has made it clear that he will bully this boy, I am afraid that he will lose all of his cultivation."

The gleeful faces of many monks below have colorful expressions on their faces.

Even after Ziyue and the Yuan Sister saw Wan Yan's move, the expression on his face was a little cloudy. When Wan Yan came up, he used a killing move. It seemed that he was bound to get it. This Hu Hansan is not very angry.

"Boy, I will let you taste the taste of being grilled by fire, I believe you will like it very much!"

Wan Yan's voice fell to the ground, and the real yuan was immediately running in the body. Both hands suddenly lifted, and two bowl-shaped red **** were born above each of them, and the blazing flame was constantly jumping on his hands.

"It's so hot, Brother Wan's fireball technique is really good. I can't stand it even after baking so far!"

"go with!"

Wan Yan screamed angrily, throwing both hands, and the two bowl-shaped fireballs in his hand rushed towards Feng Chen.

"Woohoo ..." The fireball crackled in the air.

"A few fireballs with a bigger fart are also embarrassed to show them off, it's just a joke!"

Feng Chen stared directly at the fireball coming at him. He didn't move, and just stood up against it.

"I'm afraid he's frightened. I dare to say crazy words, I'll worship!"

Some monks who looked lively looked at Feng Chen's silly appearance, and could not help but feel a little regretful.

"Go!" Feng Chen's whole body moved for a while, his mind moved slightly, and his words were amazing.

"噗 ..." burst out in the word Fengchen, and the two bowl-shaped fireballs were suddenly dispelled by Fengchen's powerful breath and disappeared!

For a time, strong winds rose around the whole martial arts field, and the surrounding air was sucked in by dust like a tornado.

The entire performance martial arts field was swept away by a tornado, rolled up with flying sand and stones, and all the monks below were blown away by this inexplicable momentum. If they were not supporting each other, they would likely be sealed. The momentum was brought to the ground.

"Not good!" Wan Yan's staring boss saw his fireball slowly dissipating in his eyes, and a scream came suddenly, his consciousness could no longer sense his fireball.

He suddenly hesitated, only feeling a strong sea of ​​gas attacking himself, and the whole person was shaking.

"Uh ..." Wan Yan suddenly flew out like a kite with a broken line, and the powerful momentum of being sealed off the quake.

"Punching and kicking ..." Wan Yan was struck down by the martial arts stadium. The powerful impact made him retreat several steps involuntarily, spit a few mouthfuls of blood, and stained his coat with red, so as not to infiltrate. One head fell down.

"His ..." Everyone in the field turned pale, and his mouth drew air-conditioning. For a time, the entire Wuwu field was silent, the needles were audible, and no one spoke.

"Let's do what you say?"

The real Xiaoxiao on the high platform shook her shoulders, and almost scared her eyes fell to the ground.

"What? Brother, do you say this boy is using dictation?"

Lu Yunfei, the three elders and others were in panic, and their pupils were frightened.

"If Lao Tzu hadn't expected it, this kid will use his words!"

The face of Zixiao real person Mu Na was shocked, and unexpectedly Feng Chen had blinded his dog eyes again.

"Isn't this possible, isn't it that the magical powers are legendary? Where did this kid learn from? Could he teach you!"

The five elders shook their heads, rubbed their eyes, and muttered.

"I teach your sister, I have never seen this kind of supreme supernatural power. How can I teach this boy?"

Zixiao real person immediately glanced at the five elders and hummed coldly.

"Brother Wan ... Defeated ... Defeated!"

After a full five minutes, the following Yuan Yingdian disciples came back to him one after another, and immediately exploded.

They did not expect that Wan Yanwan, who was proud of them, did not make a move in Hu Hansan's hands, and was defeated.

And he was stunned by a word, this kid is really too powerful.

"This guy ... so strong! I met him, and I'm not his opponent!"

Sister Yuan next to Ziyue had a serious face, surprised by Feng Chen's heart, stared at Feng Chen for a long time, and said.

The ten monks sitting in the front row, closer to Yan Wuchang, showed seriousness. At this moment, they were extremely cautious. At this moment, they also put away their disdain for Feng Chen and put away their faces Arrogance.

At this moment, they have regarded Feng Chen as a monk of the same level, and dare not have any contempt.

"Brother Song, what do you think of Hu Hansan?"

A very thin-looking man held a folding fan and asked a stout man beside him with a serious expression.

"Within five strokes, he can bear fruit!"

The big man frowned, not caring.

This person's name is Song Zhe. He is among the top five disciples of the Five Elements Sect Yuan Dynasty. He is ranked among the top five. He is very strong and is known for his physical strength.

There have been rumors that he killed a monk in the late Yuanying period with a punch, and since then he became famous in World War I.

"Oh? Really?" The man holding the folding fan nodded thoughtfully, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

This person is the head of the Yuan infant's disciple, Ye Xuanlin, known as Ye Kuangren.

"In this match, Hu Han won three times!"

At this time, Lu Yunfei above the high platform glanced at the people below, and announced.

Feng Chen won twice, both with the thunder. With great strength, these monks who were still trying to close the dog just closed their mouths obediently.

"Who else wants to come up and play with Lao Tzu, is there anyone else?"

Feng Chen started to pretend again, and all he had to do was to anger these monks in the infancy.

"Brother Song, don't you go to play?" Ye Xuanlin, holding a folding fan, suddenly said to the strong man Song Zhe beside him.

"Humph!"

The strong man Song Zhe snorted coldly, then he stood up, his eyes staring at Feng Chen.

"Brother Song Zhe, look, Brother Song Zhe!"

After Song Zhe stood up, I didn't know who was snoring in the crowd, and immediately caused an uproar.

"This fat man, wait!" Feng Chen saw the Song Zhe stood up and quickly reached out and said:

"Let's go together, don't challenge each one, endlessly, even if you can try to tomorrow, you can't even try one out, so it's a **** waste of time, you go together!"

"Ha ha ha, this kid really dare to say, your mother thought you won two games and flew into the sky, Nima is arrogant!"

Feng Chen's voice dropped, and the sound of ridicule came from the convenience of the audience. All of them were making fun of Feng Chen.

The author shared a puddle of water: ps: Adding more to the brothers of Chuanchuan! Recently, there are many things, and the update speed may not be as fast as before, but everyone who knows me knows that I guarantee three changes every day and add changes from time to time. After busy these days, the update speed will definitely come up! Thank you for your tolerance and tolerance! Thank you