Chapter 1993: Hot weather

The first thousand nine hundred and ninety-four chapters Yan Tian

"Arrogant!"

Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, Fan Miao clenched his fists into fists, and the true essence on his body whizzed out like a violent at the same time. A circle of dust was lifted up on the ground all over his body. He was also at the Xinghai-level high realm, and Zhuo Bufan was also at the Xinghai high-level realm. No one dares to be so arrogant in front of him!

"Miss, he took the initiative to provoke me... If I should not fight, I am afraid I will lose the face of the Refining Pavilion." Fan Miao looked like a poisonous scorpion, staring at Zhuo Bufan, gritted his teeth.

Roy pursed her red lips slightly, her beautiful eyes shone with brilliance, and the geniuses in the refining pavilion came out in large numbers. Everyone was arrogant. No one was convinced. If you don't rely on strength to prove yourself, you will never have it. To the recognition, even she is the same.

"Since you want to fight, don't stay here. I think there must be some arena in the Refining Pavilion." Zhuo Bufan looked indifferent and didn't seem to put Fan Miao in his eyes. The more he was like this, the more he made Fan Miao. Anger was soaring in his heart.

The appearance of Fan Miao attracted the attention of many disciples who practiced gods, and soon gathered a large number of idle disciples to watch. There was an arena in the square of the **** of practice pavilion, which was a place for disciples to learn from each other. .

"Just in this arena, don't be too mad, kid, I'll let you kneel down and beg me for mercy later." Fan Miao snorted and glared at Zhuo Bufan. With a flick of her figure, she landed lightly in the center of the ring.

Zhuo Bufan also kicked his feet, swept toward the center of the ring like smoke, and the two fought against each other.

The ring is round, about hundreds of meters wide. The floor of the ring is made of a special "Star Tear Gold". It is smooth and flat, and can withstand the shock waves caused by the battle of the galaxy-level strong.

When the two of them stood on the ring, some complicated and obscure array patterns engraved on the surface of the ring gave off a little white light, like a waterfall against the current, and a half formed on the surface of the ring. The transparent light curtain prevents the shock wave of the battle from spreading out.

"This guy dares to provoke Brother Fan Miao, I am afraid he is tired of life!"

"That's Miss Roy's friend. I heard that I got Aoki Order from Mingjiao..."

"Hey, I don't know what despicable means was used to obtain the Green Wood Order. Brother Fan Miao is a disciple of the Great Elder...The strength is extraordinary, and that kid will suffer a bit later!"

"I don't know how to get in touch with Miss Roy..."

Luo Yi is the daughter of Luo Lian, the master of the Lianshen Pavilion. She is talented and has a very beautiful and beautiful life. At least 90% of the young people in the Lianshen Pavilion have a love for Luo, but Luo Yi was cold-tempered, as dazzling as the stars in the sky, but the starlight was extremely cold. Now seeing Luo Yi and Zhuo Bufan walking so close has aroused a lot of'group anger'.

The onlookers were all disciples of the Lianshen Pavilion, full of confidence in Fan Miao's strength, and his eyes full of compassion looked at the black-haired and black-eyed youth on the ring, seeming to have seen Zhuo Bufan being beaten up and looking for teeth. Scenes.

"Hey, don't think you can be so arrogant if you have a good relationship with Miss Roy. Today, Fan Miao will give you a lesson to let you know that strength is respected no matter where you go." Fan Miao's mouth curled up. With a gloomy arc, the vigorous true essence surged out of the body, like a flood pouring out.

Rumble!

Fan Miao stomped at his feet, and the figure swept out like a ghost, and then struck out with heavy punches. The powerful and solid true essence was like a giant hammer, tearing the air and coming with a whistling sharp sound.

boom!

A dull sound suddenly sounded, Zhuo Bufan slowly stretched out his palm, and a milky white light emerged from his palm. He actually caught the former's heavy fist forcibly, and the shock wave generated by the impact lifted all the dust on the ground, a circle. The ripples visible to the naked eye undulate.

Those energy ripples spread and hit the light curtain on the arena, causing the light curtain to tremble, and the light curtain twists and shakes, dissolving these energy shock waves.

The sudden scene made Fan Miao stunned for a moment. The contempt in his eyes disappeared instantly, and then there was a dignified color. Even the strong of the same level did not dare to take this punch, but now he is caught by Zhuo. He caught it very lightly, which made his heart jump.

The disciples of Lianshen Pavilion who watched the battle were also shocked by this'unexpected' scene, and the pity and contempt in their eyes gradually disappeared. Of course, only two women, Luo Yi and Zhou Xinyue, had absolute confidence in Zhuo Bufan's strength. Luo Yi only hopes that Zhuo Bufan will start lightly.

"Leishan Palm!"

Fan Miao gritted his teeth and stepped back with his feet touching the ground. Then the condensed and vigorous True Essence condensed from both palms, the power of thunder and lightning lingered in the palms, and then the carrier slapped it directly towards Zhuo Bufan with endless pressure.

Facing Fan Miao's display of martial arts, Zhuo Bufan's figure moved, and he also condensed the cold true essence into his arm, but did not use any martial arts. The cold true essence seemed to cover his arm like cold air, and his fist was like frost.

As soon as the two fists hit, a stronger shock wave spread out, and then a figure flew away. It was Fan Miao who hit his back heavily on the light screen, and was immediately bounced onto the ring.

Fan Miao's face was pale with a hint of fear in his eyes, and his pupils shrank slightly... Apparently he underestimated the strength of his opponent. Zhuo Bufan was able to defeat him without even using martial arts, and Fan Miao's face seemed to have been painted. A layer of white wax sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

This result caused an uproar among the crowd onlookers in the ring, and they were also shocked by Fan Miao's defeat.

"If you don't have the ability, don't learn from others to challenge." Zhuo Bufan's eyes were indifferent, and his fingertips flicked a sharp True Yuan.

Fan Miao gritted his teeth, now this face is really embarrassing... and Zhuo Bufan didn't intend to let him go easily, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

"This friend, Fan Miao is my junior. I was so offended just now. Please be merciful!" At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the ring. A young man in white clothes was handsome. Although he spoke politely, a figure suddenly appeared on the ring. But the tone is a kind of arrogant feeling.

"Those who did something wrong must have some punishment!" Zhuo Bufan didn't even look at the latter, his fingertips like a blade of True Yuan flew out, and a sharp scream was accompanied by a screaming scream. Miao pierced a blood hole in his knee, and blood gushed out.

The face of the young man in white changed suddenly, his sword eyebrows raised. Obviously he did not expect that Zhuo Bufan would not even give him face, and he penetrated Fan Miao's kneecap on the spot. This is undoubtedly hitting his face. You must know that Fan Miao is. His younger brother.

"Useless waste, don't help him down to heal his injuries." The white-clothed youth yelled coldly, and immediately two disciples who were with Fan Miao rushed to the ring and hurriedly carried Fan Miao away. Immediately, the white-clothed youth turned his head and looked at him. Sharp as a blade, staring at Zhuo Bufan, "This friend is not weak, but I took note of this matter today."