My wife is the sect leader

Yan Sheng couldn't help laughing when he heard this, he really couldn't understand why a person who was struggling to support could say such a thing.

98 strokes!

An Jing looked at Yan Sheng, and secretly calculated in his heart that if he defeated him in No.90 with eight strokes, his level should be slightly higher than his, and he would never be exposed.

Thinking of this, An Jing took a deep breath and put on an extremely dignified look.

"This kid..."

Lou Xiang under the stage was shocked. When he saw An Jing, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, "My good grandson, the acting is really not bad."

On the other side, Qiu Lun, who was paddling, also saw Qiu Heng's extremely cold eyes, and felt a chill in his heart.

"No, with my cultivation base, it is basically difficult to meet opponents in the field. If I do it too obviously, I will definitely be spotted by the old man."

Qiu Lun took a deep breath, and looked at Bai Zhi who was "killing all directions", "It's enough to take this kid first, and then lose the battle. As long as I act well, I should be fine."

As he said that, he bounced his body and rushed towards Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi was cleaning up the masters of Lei Yuntai, when he suddenly felt his hairs stand on end, he was startled.

"Young Master!?"

Qiu Lun said lightly: "Bai Zhi, I have long wanted to know your strength."

"This......"

When Bai Zhi heard this, he immediately revealed a look of embarrassment.

He would rather face Yan Sheng than face Qiu Lun.

You have to know that Qiu Lun is not only high in cultivation, but also Qiu Heng's only son, he can't win by himself, and he doesn't dare to win.

"I...."

Just when Bai Zhi was about to admit defeat and walk on, Qiu Lun had rushed over.

Qiu Lun's palm was fierce, and Bai Zhi was forced to have no room to breathe, especially the mountain-like body, which gave him a strong sense of oppression.

Immediately, Bai Zhi was about to cry, but he thought that Qiu Lun was planning to use him to make a name for himself, and showed Dai Danshu and Dai Ling.

Thinking of this, he could only obediently cooperate with Qiu Lun.

On the other side, Yan Sheng also confronted An Jing.

Yan Sheng's palm technique is ferocious and domineering, An Jing also uses palm technique, and his body is extremely flexible. Every time he meets Yan Sheng, the two seem to be evenly divided.

"This man is a little bit amazing."

Yan Sheng couldn't attack for a long time, and suddenly frowned.

No matter how hard I tried, the man on the other side seemed to catch it easily, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about him for a while.

Seeing this, Ling Yuanjing couldn't help being secretly surprised: "The person Yan Sheng is right with is also good."

You must know that Yan Sheng is the number one young talent on the Tianjiao list. Generally, people under the age of 35 are not his enemies at all. Those who can fight against him are already very good.

Unexpectedly, the man in white had already fought with him for dozens of rounds without any defeat.

"It's really good. I don't know who will win between the two of them."

Wudu Langjun nodded slightly, but he was very happy in his heart, finally a dark horse appeared.

Dai Ling looked at the figure in white, and for some reason, a feeling of disgust arose in his heart, as if he didn't want that person to win at all.

Ling Yuanjing turned his head and looked to the other side, "Young Lord Hou is also amazing. It is already very difficult to reach the realm of human flowers at this age."

Reaching the realm of human flowers in their 30s is already very amazing, and of course it can't be compared with the evildoers of the world.

Qiu Heng said with a smile: "Lord Lingfeng is overwhelmed, the child is extremely stubborn, and his cultivation is also lazy. He has taken many treasures of heaven and earth and nine dragon pills, and now he has reached the realm of human flower."

Hearing that Ling Yuanjing finally mentioned Qiu Lun, Qiu Heng secretly gave Ling Yuanjing a thumbs up.

Ling Yuanjing waved his hand and said: "Master Qiu can't say that. If you don't have roots and don't practice hard, no matter how much medicine you take, it will be useless. These are just foreign things."

On the Leiyun platform.

An Jing and Yan Sheng's battle has reached a fever pitch, Yan Sheng's face is full of solemnity, he never thought that he would be forced into this position by an unknown junior.

It seems that I want to make a quick decision so as not to waste my internal strength.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his palm, and the inner force poured into his arm frantically.

boom!

With a slap of the palm, the internal force surged boundlessly, and he rushed towards An Jing ferociously.

"So strong!"

An Jing couldn't help shouting loudly, and then with all his internal strength, he greeted him with a palm.

"boom!"

The moment the two palms collided, there was a deafening sound, as if there was a slight shaking of Lei Yuntai.

"Tom!"

Yan Sheng's intuition came from a great force, and his whole body was thrown out of the Thunder Cloud Platform like an arrow from the string.

Lost! ?

He actually lost to an unknown pawn! ?

Yan Sheng himself was stunned, a little unbelievable.

An Jing's face was pale, and he wanted to spit out blood, but he felt that his blood was very precious, so he stepped back again and again, and his body was even more shaky.

You can tell from that appearance that he is a miserable winner.

But at this time, there were only three people left on the Leiyun Terrace.

"Entered the finals."

Seeing this, An Jing heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, there was a lot of discussion under Lei Yuntai.

"Yan Sheng lost!?"

"Who is the one who defeated him?"

"I don't know either. His martial arts skills are a bit strange, and they don't seem to be advanced."

"Yes, I feel like I can do that palm technique."

.............

Yan Sheng's defeat obviously shocked many people present, but he did not expect to lose to a little-known little guy.

"Young Lord, if I lose, please forgive me."

And Bai Zhi received Qiu Lun's dozens of tricks, and he was so tired that he couldn't breathe, so he said quickly.

When Qiu Lun heard this, he also withdrew his palm.

Bai Zhi let out a heavy breath, and then fled away from Leiyun Terrace.

"Now there is only Leiyuntai left, the two of them."

Seeing this, Ling Yuanjing couldn't help sighing.

Wudu Langjun took a deep breath, looked at An Jing's back, and couldn't help asking: "Who is that man? Why can't I see through his tricks?"

In his opinion, that person's cultivation is also in the first rank, and his palm skills are also mediocre. He doesn't know why he can beat Yan Sheng.

An Jing's restraint technique is the top restraint technique.

At this moment, his cultivation is in the realm of smallpox. If he doesn't use his full energy, even an ordinary master may not be able to see through his cultivation.

How can the cultivation base of the half-step master of Wudu Langjun be able to tell?

Ling Yuanjing stroked his beard and smiled and said: "There are many crouching tigers, hidden dragons in the Jianghu, and the hidden masters are even more rare. For decades, there are many stories of these masters' descendants traveling in the Jianghu. Maybe this person is behind the scenes. Brother Dai doesn’t have to worry about having one extremely powerful grandmaster, or even two.”

Qiu Heng nodded and said, "Peak Master Ling is absolutely right."

Dai Danshu didn't say anything after hearing this.

Ling Yuanjing looked at the two people on the stage: "There are two people on the stage now, one of them has been severely injured, and the young master seems to have some strength left. I think he has a great chance of winning."

The other masters nodded again and again, thinking that this number one was already in Qiu Lun's pocket.

"That's not necessarily true."

Qiu Heng's face remained calm, but his heart burst into laughter.

At this moment, An Jing was obviously being seriously injured because of the fight with Yan Sheng, while Qiu Heng looked very relaxed. Almost everyone present thought that Qiu Heng was sure to win.

Dai Ling never expected that the final outcome turned out to be like this.

Looking at the mountain of meat, she really couldn't accept it.

On the Leiyun platform.

An Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Qiu Lun, "Young Master's strength is unpredictable, I..."

At this moment, Qiu Lun interrupted An Jing's words: "Brother is a good kungfu. Just now, when the palm fell, it was like the Xuanqing Mountain falling, and the continuous river overturned, which made people feel fearful and apprehensive. Uneasy, trembling..."

and many more! ?

When An Jing heard this, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Why is Qiu Lun praising him so much?

I was going to admit defeat.

Thinking of this, An Jing quickly shouted: "Young Master, stop talking nonsense, I don't have one."

Qiu Lun said with a serious face: "Your palm, even Yan Sheng, who is number one in the Tianjiao list, can't bear it. Isn't the power powerful enough?"

An Jing said with a serious face: "The palm just now used up all my internal energy, and now my internal energy is exhausted and exhausted."

Qiu Lun also had a solemn face, staring at An Jing firmly, and said: "No, I don't believe it, this must be your scheme, I really know your strength."

You know shit!

Seeing Qiu Lun's expression, An Jing said seriously: "No, I'm exhausted, I can swear."

"No, you didn't. It's definitely your trick. Master Ben will not be fooled."

"Why did I lie to you? If you don't believe me, try it."

"Ben Hou Ye has been familiar with the art of war since he was a child. With this trick of luring the enemy into the depths, you still want to deceive my sharp eyes?"

Everyone in the audience, watching the two of them arguing with each other, was puzzled by Monk Zhanger.

"You son of a bitch, why are you talking so much? Go up and beat him up."

There was no change on Qiu Heng's face, and he couldn't help shouting frantically in his heart: "That kid is obviously exhausted, what are you still dawdling about?"

An Jing was a little anxious and said: "In that case, let's see the real chapter under our hands."

As he spoke, he slapped Qiu Lun with his palm.

The palm technique is soft and weak, even inferior to the third-rank master just now.

Now that I see it, I'm really exhausted.

An Jing secretly smiled, as long as Qiu Lun fights back, he will be defeated at that time, and he will just admit defeat by going down the donkey.

"Good palm!"

The moment An Jing raised his palm, Qiu Lun also greeted him with a palm.

"Snapped!"

The moment the two palms collided, Qiu Lun stepped back again and again, with a look of shock on his face, "What a domineering palm!"

what! ?

When An Jing heard this, he was taken aback for a moment. This palm of his was useless to use his internal energy, and he could still force Qiu Lun back?

This is obviously impossible!

But at the moment he was wearing a mask, but no one could see his face clearly.

"This palm technique!?"

Ling Yuanjing stood up suddenly, "Could this person be the heir of Kuiyuan Sect?"

"Kui Yuanmen?" Wudu Langjun Dai Danshu also had an extremely dignified expression.