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In the venue, a figure jumped around incredibly quickly.

This person is not young, and he looks like he looks afraid, and he is clearly targeting a handsome boy in the venue.

The boy in front of me was short, with a tender appearance, and tender skin. But now, no one dared to underestimate this boy. The boy in front of me was really sweeping all the way, and he was full of majesty with his fists.

Tan Weiran smiled: "It is not enough to just rely on body skills to deal with me."

He suddenly swayed his body, like a thin willow in the wind. He took three steps horizontally, which was exactly the way he went. He raised his hand and used a move to the dragon claw hand, and drove the man away with the terrifying power of a bull.

The man's body movements changed and he rolled to the ground. Seeing Tan Weiran unintentionally chasing him, he quickly breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his fists and said, "I admit defeat."

He was really afraid that Tan Weiran would take ruthless action. Zhao Guanghe was in a good way. No one saw the flesh and blood of Wutou. Once the disciples of Jian Lifeng and Jian Yongfeng collided with Tan Weiran, they would be injured.

Many disciples felt a sigh, either disappointed or excited.

"Hahaha, I think he will win. You all say that after he spends his merits, he will definitely not be able to do it. I think he will definitely do it."

"He won again. Unexpectedly, he couldn't even deal with his body skills. What can he rely on? Speed ​​and agility skills?"

No one talks about power, Tan Weiran's power is enough to dominate Tongxuan Realm. No matter who he is on, he is most likely to be knocked away like a bull hit.

There were many noises, and I didn't hear them. I greeted Wang Tie. I closed my eyes and rested for a while, saying that it was a rest, but in fact it didn't consume much true energy, but it was just thinking about it with closed eyes.

At this time, many disciples have been eliminated, and there are not many people left, and the interval between each competition is short. After a while, it was Tan Weiran's turn again.

"The peak of seeing the nature has not yet happened, and the ninth level of mystery is connected!"

"Why is the main peak safe and peaceful, the ninth level of Tongxuan."

Tan Weiran stood in the venue, staring at He Xian'an with a slightly pale face, and said lightly: "I remember that day, after I was dispersed... After the merits, you said you would challenge me. I believe you did not forget my answer."

Many disciples were in an uproar and gave contemptuous eyes to He Xian'an. Even Song Shenxing couldn't help but frown. He had never heard of the challenge.

He Xianan looked around uneasyly and shouted angrily: "You are talking nonsense, I haven't said it!"

Tan Weiran shook his head and smiled faintly, "If you dare to say it, you must admit it. In fact, when you said that day, I thought you were a little shameless, but I was not very angry. The shameless people and things in this world are ten times or a hundred times better than you."

"If I get angry every time... I can't do anything from now on." Tan Weiran made a frank statement, inexplicably showing a strange lonely expression: "I remember a friend asked me."

"She asked me, besides liking and hatred, is there any way to make one person remembered by another?"

Tan Weiran had a sad and sad smile on his lips and said, "I told her that there are some."

"As long as you are willing to become a piece of shit and disgust another person, you will definitely be remembered!"

Tan Weiran held his finger and shook it gently. The fingernails rubbed, making an unsettling sound. It seemed that there was always a faint smell of blood flowing on his fingertips: "So, He Xian'an, if you want to disgust me, please turn into a piece of shit first."

He Xian'an's face turned into a shadow and rushed up, shouting in shame and angrily: "Bastard, you are a piece of shit!"

"I kill you!"

Tan Weiran sneered, his body swaying in the wind like a willow branch, and his shoulders swayed at an extremely fast speed. It was obvious that he could easily avoid He Xian'an's move: "If you want to kill me, you don't have enough skills."

A violent breath was sniffed. In a blink of an eye, a pair of swords slid from He Xian'an's cuffs, showing sword lights one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and were taken away in a straight line.

The sword that suddenly arrived rushed forward with the opportunity, like an extended arm. Seeing Tan Weiran seemed to be stunned, He Xian'an was ecstatic and the sword pierced the chest and abdomen of the boy opposite.

The tip of the sword slid down, and a faint bloodshot appeared. The strong suit was cut, revealing two shallow sword marks. These two swords fell down and were just like cutting through the skin.

He Xian'an was shocked: "Golden Body!"

He secretly discussed Tan Weiran's arbitrary tactics based on his strength. After all, he was a true disciple. He knew that once he retreated without thinking, he would definitely be attacked by Tan Weiran. Therefore, He Xian'an instinctively bullied himself again.

The sword swept out the sword light and wrapped the two of them. I couldn't hear the sound of thundering. The sword light suddenly dissipated. He Xian'an sucked the cold air into his chest, almost unable to believe it: "How could it be!"

Tan Weiran looked like a smile and patted the scratched clothes: "Turn me!"

Mo Feique and others were also moved: "The amazing golden body is only of the second level and has such protection."

When Tan Weiran pounced on him, He Xian'an was almost desperate and watched helplessly as the yellowish color covered Tan Weiran's palm. In a blink of an eye, two swords were pinched by Tan Weiran in his palms.

His palms were like clippers, one twisted. A dark force came, and He Xian'an's tiger's mouth broke, and his sword suddenly let go. In awe, his pupils were filled with fear and the figure of the short boy's getting closer and closer!

The dragon claws arrived, and the robes were broken. The blood marks that were not deep were swept across He Xian'an's chest. He Xian'an's face was pale at this time, but his laughter turned into a dry laugh: "I also have a golden body, I see why you..."

It's also a golden body! Tan Weiran frowned, shook his body, and his body's strength suddenly burst out: "If you have a golden body, you will still beat you up!"

A dull thunder sound came from his chest, and He Xian'an couldn't bear it. He had a black throat and a sweet look in front of him, and blood spurted out.

The ten fingers are like a flying dragon in the sky, the golden brilliance is transformed into a green light.

Wooden Dragon Claw Hand!

The dark force hit He Xian'an's arms and saw his arms breaking and twisting into almost twisted shapes. Tan Weiran's eyes were cold and he grabbed He Xian'an's throat!

At this time, the guardian who was responsible for controlling the field shook his body and punched Tan Weiran: "Don't kill anyone, separate!"

Tan Weiran raised his lips gently and said, "Which eye did you see me killing?"

Shaking his fingers, flying! A faint yellow flying dragon was stern and sternly sternly in the sky, spreading its dragon head and hitting it down fiercely and boundlessly.

"Fist intention!"

Song Shenxing and others were moved. They looked at Tan Weiran and the guardian in surprise and fought hard with a move. They groaned and retreated, but kicked He Xian'an away with one move.

At this moment, Old Ancestor Chen in the small secret realm could not help but shake his head: "What a boy who will never give up until he achieves his goal!"

Tan Weiran looked coldly, as if he was looking at the many uproaring disciples, and seemed to look at Song Shenxing and others, and turned around and showed up without looking back. He Xian'an was left with a scream, and his arms were destroyed. Whether it could be restored depends on whether the main peak was willing to give up.

"That's right, it's 30% of the boxing intention!"

The sect leader and the three heads murmured to themselves, unable to help but look at Xu Daoning who had relaxed. The luck of Jianxing Peak was so enviable. Those were two disciples who could condense the intention of sword spirit within the micro realm of the Contemplation.

Tan Weiran's battle really made everyone feel uncomfortable and looked ugly.

"Spend the Kung Fu?" Someone suddenly said this sentence, accompanied by Su Man, who was filled with endless complexity, looked regretful.

A sentence aroused everyone's thoughts and couldn't help but smile bitterly. When talking about the past, everyone could not help but feel strange and regretful.

Scattering? What kind of scattering? After one scattering, you can actually condense the meaning of boxing. What kind of understanding is this?

It would be great if I could grab this young man when I got started. Even Mo Feique, Feng Zishuang Ning Ruyu and others couldn't help but think about it.

The most regretful thing that comes back from anger is Su Man and Song Shenxing. Although He Ping doesn't like talking about Weiran's nature, he can't help but be moved.

The bullshit Fan Gong. Last time was an excellent opportunity to be able to take Tan Weiran under his seat. I think Xu Daoning would not care too much about the future of a Fan Gong disciple.

However, that excellent opportunity slipped away under your nose.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is sad and angry. Song Shenxing and Su Man are afraid that they have slaps themselves at this time. Why did they get lost for a while last time? Why were they blinded by the dispersed merit?

The thirteenth year of the year, the meridians are sixty-six scales, the nine levels of the mystery, the three-fold boxing intentions are condensed, and the talent and fighting body are talented. The qualifications and understanding are first-class, and the temperament and mind are excellent. How can such outstanding disciples fall into the hands of the Jianxing Peak, and how can they miss it again and again?

Even though Song Shenxing has always been happy and angry, his expression changes quickly at this time is really jaw-dropping.

Once the three-year boxing intention is released, there is no more suspense!

Tan Weiran swept through Tongxuan Realm and was already unstoppable.

Mo Feique and others had hope, but they didn't think about it at this moment. The first place in Tongxuan Realm is, and it must be a talk. Others can't make any profit if they want to fight.

Seeing this, Feng Zishuang hesitated for a moment, and sighed and sent a message to him: "Tell Guan Fei... there is no need to fight, admit defeat!"

On that day, he forced Xu Daoning to agree to establish the branch vein, and the result was that his branch vein must be established with Tan Weiran. In this competition, his Feng Zishuang's lineage can lose, hurt, and die, but he cannot admit defeat in person.

However, once the boxing intention is released, it won’t be too much.

Guan Fei was Tan Weiran's last level of Tongxuan No. 1. Once he admitted defeat, no one could stop Tan Weiran, and he would really crush him all the way.

The so-called saying that one will inevitably lose after the scattered merit is self-defeating. All those who are inferior and gloating will be shocked to their big teeth.

The competition between the Qi Realm and the Micro Realm of Observing the Micro Realm soon came to the most intense moment.

At this time, Tang Xinyun came quietly all the way, and pulled Tan Weiran to a place with few people. He leaned his mouth in his ear and whispered in his ear: "Youngest, Master, let me bring you a message!"

"An Suer, You Quan, Zheng Wenjun, Wei Rubei. Do you dare to challenge four by one!"

Tang Xinyun looked very strange and stared at Tan Weiran and said, "Master asked me to ask you, if you can win, you will give you a big surprise."

"Do you want it?"

"Can you?"
Chapter completed!