() Pang He's eyes, which were originally sparkling, suddenly became stunned. Halfway through stroking his beard, he suddenly stopped. His slick brain was inexplicably rigid at this moment. For a moment, he didn't know what posture to use.

Express the shock in your heart.

It wasn't until the flying figure hit his leg that Pang He's hand stroking his beard suddenly moved away from his beard. At this moment, not only him, but also a dozen people behind him forgot to catch Pang Rui.

After all, Pang Rui hit the ground so hard that even if he wasn't injured by Yan Lan, he would have suffered internal and external injuries.

Pang Rui's body bounced on the ground, and a stream of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth. However, his foundation was really deep. After hitting the ground like this, he could still raise his head and look at Yan Lan's state in the center of the field.

But it didn't matter if he didn't look. After looking at it, his throat felt hot again, and the blood was obviously caused by anger. He saw Yan Lan standing in the center of the venue unscathed, staring at him with an indifferent expression.

"Hey, this is unreasonable, unreasonable!" Pang Rui thought about this sentence in his heart for a few times, and wanted to scream out, but unfortunately his body could no longer provide the power to scream. After twitching his body, he was unwilling to give in.

Xindi's head tilted and he fainted.

Pang He and others stared blankly at Pang Rui, whose clothes were torn and disheveled. He still had the suave appearance of the white-faced scholar before. Pang He swallowed hard. He was still immersed in admiring Pang Rui just now.

Unexpectedly, Pang Rui only stroked his beard halfway, and it was already half-dead at his feet.

The entire square was quiet. Not to mention Pang He, even the thousands of tribesmen were staring at all this with their mouths open. Yan Yaoji and many elders were also standing on the sidelines with shocked faces.

Yan Lan stared at all of this, and after exhaling a heavy breath, she started panting heavily, her face became pale, her body trembled slightly, and it was quite difficult to stand.

With this wave of attacks, Yan Lan unleashed the anger in his heart without any reservation, and tried his best to display his most powerful attack power. Although the power was powerful, the consumption was also extraordinary. He took a cursory glance inside his body and found that

Ling Yuan has been consumed for ninety years, and the soul is in a weak state. The reason why he can stay standing is entirely due to the super strong physical training.

However, what he didn't expect was that Pang Rui, who had just reached the middle stage of alchemy cultivation, was as thin as tissue paper in front of this attack, with no ability to resist at all.

This blow also gave Yan Lan a sense of his own strength. Although his cultivation is only at the late stage of Yuan Dan, he has the strength to resist those with mid-stage Hualan cultivation. However, he can only resist one wave of attacks.

If there were one more alchemy stage cultivator, he would not have the strength to fight again. But if he broke through to the alchemy stage, no one in the first level could stop him. Even if he was fighting against the third level.

Those who have cultivated at the Nascent Soul Stage of the Second Level of Moving Heavenly Spirit Realm have the power to resist a wave of resistance. As for whether they will have the strength to fight again after the strongest wave of attacks, he has no way of knowing now.

Si Xu passed by in a flash, Yan Lan pursed her lips and smiled, and glanced around lightly. The whole square was silent, and all the tribesmen could be seen with their eyes widened in shock.

"Ha, this blow shocked even me. No wonder the clan members are so surprised!" Yan Lan glanced at Pang Rui's half-dead form from a distance, smiled with satisfaction at her performance, and shook off her extremely numb hand.

, turned his head and gave a rich smile to Yan Lingyu who was still in a daze.

Yan Lingyu noticed Yan Lan's gaze, her eyebrows slightly widened, her eyes filled with autumn water, and she cried with joy. She clasped her hands on her chest, her palms already soaked through.

"Xiaolan, I knew you would definitely win!" Yan Lingyu wiped away the tears on her cheeks and smiled, her tenderness showing.

"Oh, Yan Lan won, hehe!" Before everyone could turn their heads, Yan Lingyuan hugged Yan Linghe and cheered excitedly.

Yan Linghe raised his brows, shook his head with a sigh, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and sighed in his heart: "Yan Lan, Yan Lan, I was competing with you for the title of genius, but only a few days later, you are actually powerful

When it gets to this point, it’s simply impossible to live!”

Immediately afterwards, the silent tribesmen began to stir, and as they opened and closed their mouths, their shocked eyes remained unchanged.

"With one punch, he actually defeated Pang Rui, who was in the alchemy stage, with just one punch!"

"This...god, what kind of monster is Yan Lan? With just one punch, Pang Rui has transformed from a graceful young master to a dead pig. This is too exaggerated!"

"Anger, this is the power of anger!"

"..."

Yan Lan listened calmly to the praises and exclamations of the tribesmen, with his signature soft smile always on his face. Now he is no longer the young man who was so excited and intoxicated after hearing a few praises from the tribesmen.

Already.

At the edge of the field, Pang He had already recovered from his surprise.

"Rui'er!" Pang He's face flashed with pain, and he immediately leaned down and pressed his palm on Pang Rui's neck, "Fortunately, he just passed out, but the injury was very deep. Unless he nourishes it with spiritual elixirs at all costs, otherwise

I’m just afraid that my foundation will be affected.”

Pang He's eyes gradually became cold, and the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely for a few times. He released a stream of spiritual energy and slowly poured it into Pang Rui's body. Then he slowly raised his eyes and glared at Yan Lan with a fierce gaze.

And go.

"This kid is so talented that he can rival those of the younger generation from the super wealthy sect. I didn't expect that the Yan tribe would produce such a talented person. I really can't keep this kid, otherwise the consequences will be endless!" Pang He couldn't move.

He clenched his fists loudly, his eyes flashed sharply, and his body moved rapidly.

Yan Lan's keen soul suddenly felt a sense of impending crisis. His eyes suddenly tightened, and he saw a withered and vigorous palm, coming towards him from far to near.

"This old ghost actually wants to kill me!" A thought suddenly emerged from the depths of his soul.

She wanted to escape, but her Qi machine had been locked by Pang He, and Yan Lan felt that her body could not move.

"Damn it!" Yan Lan cursed in her heart, looking slightly panicked.

No one can be truly fearless when facing death.

At this moment, Yan Lan felt that he could not even move his eyes. Suddenly, a figure appeared in his peripheral vision. Then, he felt a pair of plier-like hands suddenly clasping his arms and pulling him out of Pang He's arms.

Air machine lock.

The moment he was freed from the lock, Yan Lan realized that the person who saved him was the Great Elder. Then he heard a deafening explosion, and a huge wave of air knocked him staggering several steps.

"Old thief Pang He, do you really think that our Yan clan is weak and easy to bully?"

"This is the voice of the patriarch." Yan Lan heard the sound, narrowed his eyes, and looked straight in the direction of the sound. He saw an angry look on Yan Yaoji's pale face, and the sleeves on his arms

, all of them were broken into strands, and his palms were hidden among the rags, trembling slightly. As for Pang He, his face was unwilling, looking at him hatefully, but his expression was not abnormal at all, and his clothes and cuffs were intact.

.

"This old guy's cultivation is so much higher than that of the clan leader!" Yan Lan's heart agitated fiercely. Since childhood, Yan Yaoji has been like a god in his heart. He even thinks that the clan leader is the strongest in the world.

But he didn't expect that there were people outside the world, "Is our Yan clan really in decline?" A touch of sadness slowly spread in his heart.

"Haha, I didn't want that kid's life. It's just that he was so cruel. I just wanted to teach him a lesson! Otherwise, if I don't know how to leave some room when I walk on the sky and the land in the future, I'm afraid I'll die.

I don’t even know.” Pang He defended through gritted teeth.

Just now, he had a murderous intention towards Yan Lan. On the way to attack, he changed his mind and destroyed Yan Lan's foundation with a palm. Unexpectedly, Yan Yaoji was always on guard against him. The moment he moved, Yan Yaoji

He and the Great Elder also took action.

"Oh? Could it be that Patriarch Pang did this just to leave some room?" Yan Yaoji's voice was still cold.
Chapter completed!