Looking at the two teenagers facing each other on the high platform, all the eyes present moved over with interest, and they also wanted to know very much, did this young man who created miracles again after an interval of three years also have such terrifying progress in the cultivation of fighting skills?

On the VIP seat, Xiao Zhan frowned and looked at Xiao Ning who came to the stage to challenge, his face was slightly ugly, although Xiao Yan's fighting spirit was beyond his expectations, but for fighting skills, he had never seen the latter go to the fighting skills hall to find a special family fighting technician to learn martial arts.

You must know that the fighting skills are different from the beginner-level fighting qi cultivation, and the low-level fighting skills of the yellow rank can still rely on their own exploration and cultivation, but there are some intermediate and high-level fighting skills of the yellow level, but they must find the family's fighting technicians to teach them, however, in the past few years, Xiao Zhan has not heard from several fighting technicians in the family that Xiao Yan has asked them to learn fighting skills, on the contrary, Xiao Ning is a frequent martial artist.

According to Xiao Zhan's understanding, Xiao Ning, whose strength is in the eighth stage of Douzhi Qi this year, has mastered at least three yellow-level intermediate and one yellow-level high-level fighting skills, these fighting skills are enough to make it difficult for him to find opponents among the strong people of the same level.

"Hehe, Patriarch Xiao, you say, can Little Young Master Xiao Yan win?" beside Xiao Zhan, his eyes were firmly fixed on the concubine in the field, and he asked with a chuckle.

Xiao Zhan slowly suppressed some of the anger in his heart because of Xiao Ning, and said with a faint smile: "Yan'er is not very proficient in fighting skills, and he has only recently stepped into the realm of eight-stage fighting qi, and against Xiao Ning, who has stepped on this level for a year, the odds of winning are probably not too great." ”

"Oh, is it?" The seductive eyes rolled slightly, Concubine Ya blinked her slender eyelashes, her beautiful eyes looked at the calm and relaxed black-shirted young man in the field with a little laziness, her ruddy little mouth suddenly lifted, and her smiling beautiful cheeks had a mature charm: "I don't know why, but I am full of confidence in Xiao Yan's young master, I think, he will definitely win." ”

Xiao Zhan was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little surprised that she got such a lot of confidence, and shook his head with a smile: "Then borrow Miss Yafei's auspicious words." ”

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Looking at Xiao Yan who was standing casually in front of him, Xiao Ning sneered, his fists were slowly clenched, and a faint fighting spirit quickly circulated in his body, bringing a strong sense of strength.

Slightly silent, Xiao Ning slammed on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body rushed straight towards Xiao Yan, who was close at hand.

When he was only half a meter away from Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning's figure suddenly stopped, and his right claw drew a tricky arc, straight to Xiao Yan's throat: "Yellow Rank Intermediate Fighting Skill: Split Claw Attack!"

Looking at the attacking claws with a calm face, Xiao Yan raised his palm unhurriedly, and the slightly curled palm was violently opened, and the strong thrust rushed out...

Under this huge thrust without warning, Xiao Ning's face changed, his body was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and after his feet retreated more than ten steps, he stopped his body in a little embarrassment.

On the high platform, looking at this scene, Xiao Zhan's face was slightly surprised, but Concubine Ya on the side smiled gracefully, elegantly held the white jade teacup in front of her, her red lips opened slightly, and she gently sipped her martial arts.

"This little guy is really hidden..."The corners of her lips raised a charming smile, and Concubine Ya murmured in her heart.

"You... What kind of fighting skills are you?" Touching his chest that was a little tight, Xiao Ning's face changed slightly, and he asked Wu Dong Qiankun with a fierce expression.

Xiao Yan glanced at him lightly, and then lowered his eyeliner to look at his palm, although the name of this "Blowing Fire Palm" is ugly, but the strong horizontal thrust created by it is indeed very satisfying for Xiao Yan to move martial arts.

Looking at Xiao Yan, who didn't pay attention to him, Xiao Ning's face shook slightly, his teeth were gritted, mixed with anger, and he rushed to Xiao Yan again.

The palm stretched out did not close, Xiao Yan squinted his eyes slightly, looking at Xiao Ning who was getting closer and closer, and the corners of his mouth slowly pulled up a cold arc of martial arts.

The outstretched right hand suddenly grasped it, and a fierce suction force shot out from the palm of his hand: "Xuanjie Fighting Technique: Suck the palm!"

Seeing Xiao Yan shaking hands again, Xiao Ning subconsciously grasped the ground with his feet, but before the thrust arrived, a suction force pulled it forward violently.

The body drew an arc in mid-air, and slammed straight into Xiao Yanwu, who had an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although he was pulled up by the suction, when Xiao Ning looked at Xiao Yan who was getting closer and closer to him, he couldn't help but smile, and he smiled, and his fighting spirit quickly condensed martial arts in his fists.

"Iron Mountain Fist!" shouted violently, Xiao Ning's fist clenched violently, and a sharp wind-breaking momentum sounded in mid-air, and then fell towards Xiao Yan's shoulder, looking at this posture, if he was hit, I am afraid that Xiao Yan's arm will be hit hard, it seems that this guy has no intention of staying in the air from the beginning.

Iron Mountain Fist, a high-level fighting skill of the Yellow Rank, is very powerful, and it requires more than seven levels of fighting qi to be qualified to practice martial arts.

Squinting his eyes slightly and feeling the sharp energy, Xiao Yan slowly exhaled, and the operation route of the fighting qi in his body suddenly changed: "Xuan-level fighting technique: blowing fire palm!"

As the cheers in his heart fell, the violent thrust once again erupted from Xiao Yan's palm.

"Bang!" The air fluctuated slightly, and an invisible reverse thrust slammed into Xiao Ning's body that was rushing in, and the sandwich of the two reverse forces suddenly made his face pale and moved.

"Poof. ”

After the moment of stalemate, Xiao Ning was directly shocked to the ground by the thrust, and finally drew more than ten meters on the floor before he slowly stopped his body, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood was also spurted out miserably.

Looking at Xiao Ning, who was paralyzed on the ground in the distance, and then glanced at the slightly quiet scene, Xiao Yan's palm slowly moved down, and he exhaled lightly: "You lost..."