Under Qin Yi's approving gaze, Han Yan walked into the middle of the field, gritted her teeth, plucked up the courage to clasp her fists and said, "Zhang Zhangjiao, please advise." ”

"Female doll, you Qingcheng faction's few incompetent kung fu are not worthy of standing here, are you sure you want to fight with the old man?"

"For Shuai'er's sake, I can give you a chance to regret it."

Zhang Yunsong saw that his youngest son was very tight, and he had the intention to spare her life, so he said patiently.

Han Yan was extremely nervous, her mind was blank, and the voices of bitter persuasion around her seemed to have turned into nothingness, leaving only Qin Yi's warm smiling face.

Qin Yi winked at her and gave her a thumbs up.

Han Yan instantly burst with courage, thinking in her heart that this life would have died a long time ago last night anyway, it was given by Brother Qin, and the big deal was to die hard, just as this day was overearned.

Thinking of this, she shouted: "Uncle Zhang, I'm ready, come on." ”

"Look for death!"

Zhang Yunsong is concerned about the overall situation, and he can't take care of it so much at this time, and when he raised his hand, he slapped a poisonous palm and took Han Yan's throat directly.

Although this palm only used twenty percent of its strength, everyone couldn't help but sweat for Han Yan when they thought of Zhao Beifeng's tragic death.

"Smoke and rain, flying cranes sweeping the water!"

As soon as Zhang Yunsong made a move, Qin Yi had already spoken out.

Han Yan's mind was like lightning, a wave of divine thoughts poured in, and he suddenly felt light and transparent, and his feet slid back two steps, and he subconsciously used the Qingcheng Sect's entry body method Flying Crane Spirit Step, and at the same time, his body rotated, and he stood sideways to poke out the Qingcheng palm technique.

The Qingcheng faction is considered to be a sect of both martial arts, and the people of the sect also cultivate the martial arts exercises of strengthening the body and defeating the enemy, and because they shoulder the responsibility of subduing demons and eliminating demons to ensure the safety of one party, they also practice the method of Taoism. Among the ancestors of the past dynasties, there are many outstanding people, who have crossed the martial arts world, just because the cultivation is too miscellaneous, and in modern times, with the loss of some ancient methods, it has caused the people to be martial arts and not to be proficient.

The martial arts of the Qingcheng faction are tricky, changeable, and fast, which makes people unguardable!

Han Yan was able to use three or five palms in the rain of smoke and rain, but this time it was good, her hands were like numbness, and she had hundreds of palms in the blink of an eye!

It's also a coincidence, as soon as her movements are in place, Zhang Yunsong is also like falling into the evil, this time he actually pounced, and it happened that his head was stretched forward by an inch, and the hundreds of jade palms just slapped on his face.

Cracking sound!

In the crisp slap sound, everyone looked stupid.

Zhang Yunsong hurriedly flew back, half of his face was numb, and when he touched it, good guy, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and it hurt hotly.

"Father!"

"Zhang Zhangjiao!"

Brother Zhang Yi, Shen Mo and the others screamed at the same time, looking at their father incredulously.

The martial arts masters present were also confused, especially Han Yuanqiao and the others, who couldn't believe their eyes.

This introductory kung fu, Han Yuanqiao and his disciples have practiced since childhood, and they usually strengthen their bodies, and they would never dare to think of it when they use it to beat people, and Tang Ziping can also do it with more than 100 palms, but he didn't expect that he could injure top masters in Xichuan such as Zhang Yunsong.

"Uncle, Brother Qin, I'm ......"

Han Yan looked at her palms and was speechless in surprise.

"Don't worry, he's not your opponent, just do what I say."

Qin Yi raised the corners of his mouth and said with a faint smile.

"Hmm!" Han Yan had confidence in her heart and nodded firmly.

Although Han Yuanqiao and the others were worried and questioned, they seemed to have no choice but to believe in this young man at the moment.

"Father, what the hell is going on?"

Zhang Shuai asked while holding Zhang Yunsong.

"I, I'm a little dizzy."

"It's evil, this girl's palm strength can actually penetrate my protective qi, weird."

Zhang Yunsong shook his head and spat out blood foam.

"Yes, even if her grandfather Han Bingyin comes, she will never be her father's opponent, with her father's skills, how can she touch you?"

Zhang Yi frowned.

"yes, it's really evil, I bumped into her palm for some reason."

Zhang Yunsong rubbed his cheeks and stared at the silly white and sweet Han Yan with a confused expression.

"Could it be that kid doing the weird?"

Zhang Shuai asked.

"Impossible, we've been staring here, without any extra energy flowing, how that kid makes a secret move, he must not escape the eyes of the five of our brothers."

Several black-robed old men beside Zhang Yi, one of them with a scarred face said coldly.

They are the five elders of Bishan, both good and evil, all of them are unborn grandmaster-level masters, and they are also the strongest backing for Zhang Yi to run rampant in Xichuan.

"Well, Brother Pang's vision will naturally not be bad, it should be my carelessness." Zhang Yunsong said solemnly.

"Could that be some kind of secret she has made?" Zhang Shuai is a second ancestor, and he doesn't know anything about martial arts at all, so he immediately asked curiously.

"That's the Qingcheng faction's introductory palm technique, okay, this time I will never leave my hand again, I will definitely take this girl's life!"

Zhang Yunsong straightened his cheeks, put away his contempt, and walked into the field again.

"Five buckets into a law!"

"Immeasurable supernatural powers, earth-shaking hammer!"

Zhang Yunsong first blessed the five-fight formation on himself, and at the same time, he formed a fist with both hands, stomped on the ground, and the fist edge skyrocketed, mixed with tens of thousands of catties of energy, and rushed towards Han Yan like lightning.

Han Yan clenched her pink fist, and Zhang Yunsong rushed over like a ferocious tiger, completely unsure of what to do.

"Not good!"

Han Yuanqiao exclaimed.

The Five Doumi Sect is mainly based on magic, but those who cultivate the Tao must have a melee mastery to protect themselves, in case they can't cast spells and are powerless to protect themselves.

Zhang Yunsong's immeasurable supernatural power is the number one melee supernatural power in the Taoist sect, and even above the Tai Chi supernatural power of Wudang Mountain, as soon as this fist is used, the power is endless, layer by layer, the more you fight, the more courageous you are, even if Han Bingyin comes, I am afraid that I can't catch it.

Everyone around saw that Zhang Yunsong had used his master's skills, and as soon as he came up, he was the power of the grandmaster, and they knew that he was really moving to kill this time, and they all tightened their hearts for Han Yan, such as Master Yuanjue, etc., who had already closed their eyes, chanted the Buddha's name, and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"Flying cranes soar to the sky, Qingcheng lotus falls!"

Qin Yi was half a beat slower this time, and said unhurriedly.

Just when the powerful fist attacked, Han Yan moved in response, her body rose as light as a flying crane, in the past, she jumped up only two feet high, but at this moment, she actually pulled up more than a zhang.

Rumble!

Zhang Yunsong's fist smashed into the air and hit the golden pillar carved with a phoenix in the hall, and the golden pillar was instantly punched out of two big holes.

Everyone was amazed that Han Yan's physical skills were superb, but they also secretly shouted that it was dangerous, this was going to be really heavy, and I was afraid that it would turn into blood and mud on the spot.

Zhang Yunsong punched into the air, knowing that something was wrong, and at the same time changed his move, raising his hand to the sky to strike again.

However, Han Yan didn't give him this opportunity, but seeing that her luck was sinking sharply, her right foot stepped on the top of Zhang Yunsong's head steadily.

The whole action is done in one go, the black hair is fluttering, and it is like a fairy!

"Okay, what a Qingcheng lotus!"

"I didn't expect the Qingcheng faction's exercises to be so wonderful, and today I have opened my eyes."

"Brother Bingyin gave birth to a good granddaughter, she is really a woman who doesn't let her eyebrows!"

Ge Xianmin and Han Bingyin are good friends, and when they knew this trick, they clapped their hands.

"Yes, Miss Han can skillfully fight Zhang Tianshi with the usual method, whether it is courage or courage, it makes us ashamed."

Others also approved and nodded!

Han Yuanqiao and Tang Ziping glanced at each other, their eyes were full of surprise, the moves were simple, but how could they be so ingenious, as if Zhang Yunsong was a sparring partner who came to feed the moves.

When did Han Yan become so powerful?

PS: Today's update is complete, see you tomorrow night, good night, friends.

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