%D%A%9"Boy, although you have the strength of a peak-level monk in the early Yuan Infant period, at this time, you have been brought to this space by the earth-level super-level de-realm talisman I just cast, suffer death," Ying Zhiyuan, who was in the special space, sneered, and transported the kung fu in the mortal rivers and lakes to the extreme, waving his right fist towards Feng Fan,

In the face of the fierce fist wind, Feng Fan shook his fist with a sneer to resist, and there was a loud "snap", and Ying Zhiyuan's heart-rending screams were heard, although Ying Zhiyuan's hand bones were not broken, but they quickly swollen.

"The golden bell jar in the mortal rivers and lakes," Ying Zhiyuan exclaimed, although Feng Fan was cultivating the golden bell jar after cultivating the truth at that time, but because he broke through the meridians of the golden bell jar with the Five Elements Xuan 'Meng' True Yuan, so in the state of breaking away from the cultivation of the truth, Feng Fan could also easily perform this kind of exercise with the true qi of mortals,

Ying Zhiyuan's body moved rapidly, and he escaped a distance of several zhang in an instant, Feng Fan did not hesitate to display the light body exercise that he had treasured in the Martial Arts Pavilion of the Mortal Jianghu Haisha Gang back then, and the wishful trick appeared behind Ying Zhiyuan like a ghost, for Feng Fan, who had cultivated this light body exercise to the peak realm, its speed had exceeded the maximum limit of Ying Zhiyuan,

Feng Fan's 'color' and 'yin' were cold, and he swung his right fist and smashed at Ying Zhiyuan, Ying Zhiyuan's body moved forward rapidly, hoping to be able to avoid Feng Fan's sharp blow, "bang", Feng Fan's iron fist emanated from the golden bell jar true qi hit Ying Zhiyuan's back in the air, although the strength was far less powerful than the direct hit, but Ying Zhiyuan still snorted, his body 'excited' and 'shot' out, fell a few feet away, spit out a mouthful of blood, Ying Zhiyuan immediately got up in shock, turned to face Feng Fan, and his face 'revealed' a heavy fear,

Feng Fan's figure was blurred for a while, and in the next moment, he had already appeared behind Ying Zhiyuan again, waving his fist, Feng Fan exerted the golden bell jar to the extreme, and smashed it towards Ying Zhiyuan, who was close at hand, with a muffled sound of "bang", although Ying Zhiyuan, who had already felt the sudden extremely dangerous attack behind him, although he quickly moved his body forward, but he could not avoid this doom, Feng Fan's iron fist still fell on Ying Zhiyuan's heart, and the true qi on the iron fist surged out, and entered Ying Zhiyuan's body and spread wildly, Ying Zhiyuan's body bounced. Shoot out, fall a foot away, should Zhiyuan spurt blood in his mouth, fell to the ground and fainted,

The surrounding scene changed drastically again, Feng Fan looked around, and found that he was back in the arena, not far from the opposite side, Ying Zhiyuan sat on the ground weakly, his face was pale and bloodless, gasping for breath, Feng Fan's two attacks just now made him suffer a heavy blow,

"I admit defeat," after hesitating for a moment, Ying Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and said,

"Agreed," Feng Fan, who saw his opponent admit defeat and knew that he was one step closer to getting the Little Anti-Heaven Pill, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, accepted the golden sword, and said in a deep voice to Ying Zhiyuan,

"The inner 'door' and 'fine' Ying disciple Feng Fan won the outer 'door' Ying Zhiyuan to enter the next round," Tianxu Dao Chang saw that Ying Zhiyuan admitted defeat, and immediately read out aloud, Feng Fan defeated one opponent after another with his incomparably strong strength and many means at this time, entered the final round of competition, and completely became famous in the Shengdan 'gate',

When Feng Fan returned to his position, he learned that the winner of another round of competition had been produced, and it turned out to be Feng Xueyao, the first disciple of the inner 'gate' and 'Jing' Ying that Wen Leling had mentioned, Feng Xueyao, as the first disciple of the Shengdan 'Gate' and 'Jing' Ying, almost everyone knew about it among the monks of the Shengdan 'Gate' Transformation Dan period, and only Feng Fan, a disciple who either cultivated alone or stayed outside for a long time, did not know the prestige of this person, Feng Xueyao was the leader in the Feng family, the pride of the heavens' 'daughter', whether it was his talent or cultivation to enter the realm, or appearance, they are all at the level of one in a thousand,

After Feng Fan got the news, he only frowned slightly, and immediately took out some crystal 'jade', absorbing the true yuan from it while pranayama, after all, a large amount of true yuan was lost in the battle just now, so Feng Fan took advantage of the interval between the two matches to seize the time to recover,

"The following is the final round of the competition of the monks of this year's Shengdan 'Gate' Hua Dan period, by Feng Xueyao, a disciple of the inner 'Gate' and 'Jing' Ying, against Feng Fan, a disciple of the Inner 'Gate' and 'Jing' Ying," After the elders of the Deacon Hall discussed the time of a stick of incense, Daoist Tianxu read out the arrangements for the next competition loudly, and after the deacons hall elders discussed just now, most of them thought that the competition should be continued, because Ying Zhiyuan suffered a heavy blow just now and could not participate in the third or fourth competition, so this competition does not have to be carried out again, and there are only three competitions today, And the first two games are played at the same time, so there is no need to wait until tomorrow for the next game.

Feng Fan secretly smiled bitterly, he had long known that the result would be like this, if tomorrow's competition would be better for himself, one day's buffer, at least the old injuries could be recovered to a greater extent, although it was only a slight internal injury, but it could often play a decisive role in the battle of top masters at a critical time, Feng Fan put his heart sideways, and he could pay any price for the sake of the little anti-heaven pill, even if he did not hesitate to use those precious beast soul talismans obtained in the Zihong Immortal Mansion, and even use the Concentration of Divine Dafa at a critical time.

Feng Fan came to the arena, looked up, and saw a young 'woman' in a purple shirt opposite, this 'woman' figure was curly and tingting, green silk was elegant, 'lips' and 'color' cherry red, a pair of cold eyes like snow, in the background of a pair of curved moon eyebrows, it seemed that the aura was 'forced', between the flow of eyes, the 'shooting' came out of a soul-stunting beauty 'glamorous', at this moment, the surroundings became extremely quiet, and the eyes of many male monks fell on the young 'girl' with a peerless face opposite Feng Fan,

"Inner 'Gate' 'Jing' Ying Disciple Feng Fan," Feng Fan's voice was still so quiet, but at this time, the shadow of the Little Anti-Heaven Pill had flashed in his mind countless times,

"Feng Xueyao, a disciple of the inner 'gate' and 'fine' Ying," Feng Xueyao, who saw a man like Feng Fan for the first time in these years who was not moved by his appearance and temperament, was a little stunned, and then said with a faint anger in his heart,

Feng Fan's heart moved, and he instantly opened the True Yuan Imperial Cover, feeling the powerful aura emanating from the opponent's body, and judging that the opponent was not injured at all, Feng Fan did not dare to be careless in the face of such a level of opponent, and after opening the True Yuan Imperial Cover, Feng Fan flipped it with one hand, and the Golden Ring Ancient Treasure had already appeared in his hand,

Feng Xueyao shook a storage bracelet on her wrist with a hint of sarcasm on her face, and a turquoise flute had appeared in her 'jade' hand, this flute was called "Magic Flute", which was an ancient treasure given to her by the patriarch of the Feng family after Feng Xueyao Ning Dan, the Vientiane magic sound emitted by the magic flute has a strong 'psychedelic' effect on the opponent who is the same as the user or lower than the user, when the opponent is 'confused' and 'confused' by the Vientiane magic sound emitted in this ancient treasure, it will be subjected to the user's arbitrary slaughter,

Feng Xueyao's 'jade' hand was lightly raised, and the magic flute was placed on the red 'lips', and bursts of melodious flute sounds floated out from the magic flute, and the melodious and tactful notes were like the sound of heaven, and the bursts of 'swing' echoed in the ears of Feng Fan and other monks, and the flute sound exuded the breath of a peak-level monk in the early Yuanying period, it turned out that Feng Xueyao relied on special exercises, as a peak-level monk in the late Huadan period, and was also able to exert the strength of the peak-level monk in the early Yuanying period.

Feng Fan suddenly felt that his vision had changed greatly, Ding Zhongtang's kind and old figure appeared in front of him, all kinds of childhood memories appeared in front of him, and Ding Zhongtang's meticulous care for himself was vivid.

Following the second uncle up the mountain to pick 'medicine', that familiar back is unforgettable in this life, the second uncle with that pair of calluses of big hands, holding a big porcelain bowl, feeding himself one bite at a time,

It's those hands, often patting themselves and Ding Qiujie to fall asleep together, and the back that is slightly bent because of years of hard work, how many times have I fallen asleep on that solid back, everything is so unforgettable, this is an inseparable pain,

"Second uncle," Feng Fan 'licked' his somewhat dry lips and lips, he could no longer control the obsession in his heart, tears were in his eyes, although his vision became a little blurred, but the wrinkled appearance of the second uncle seemed to reappear yesterday, all the memories kept coming out like a galloping horse, recalling the past, staring at the kind face in front of him who had taken care of himself like his parents for many years, Feng Fan could no longer suppress the emotions in his heart, two lines of hot tears flowed from the starry eyes, Feng Fan took two steps forward, tried in vain to grab the arms of the second uncle, but the solid arms that had hugged him I didn't know how many times seemed so unattainable, everything seemed to be both real and illusory, as if Nan Ke was dreaming,

Ding Zhongtang's figure disappeared suddenly, and a young 'girl' who was so beautiful that she was beyond the ordinary appeared in front of Feng Fan's eyes,

"Yunshang," Feng Fan said in a trembling voice, the infatuated 'girl' on the other side made Feng Fan's heart surge with terrifying 'waves', and every bit of the past flashed in Feng Fan's mind,

"Is that you," Feng Fan's expression was a little 'confused' and 'chaotic', and his voice was a little hoarse, Feng Fan slowly took two steps forward again, but he always felt that the infatuated 'girl' in front of him who loved him deeply seemed a little illusory,

"Why don't you speak," Feng Fan struggled weakly, asked with a blank face, and the beautiful young 'girl' who resolutely chose himself and his countless loving scenes under the coercion of the Murong family quickly appeared in his mind, in this world, there were no other 'women' in Feng Fan's heart,

Feng Fan stretched out his right hand and stroked Duan Yunsheng's cheek, but that shocking face turned out to be so unreal, around the arena, all the disciples of the Huadan Stage who were a little closer were all crazy, muttering various different names in their mouths, and some monks slowly stood up, trying to make a move, %D%A