In the cold palace, you can see a blanket of white snow, frost everywhere, and the roof beams are covered with icicles.
Yi Fan exhaled a puff of white smoke, his strange face showed a bit of embarrassment. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and when he touched it, he found that blood crystals had formed.
Snake eyes looked coldly at the beautiful woman in white in front, Yi Fan smiled evilly: "The sixth move."
The beautiful woman also smiled, with a bit of contempt in her eyes, but also a bit of confidence. She seemed to be satisfied with something, and smiled: "The fact that you can persist until now proves that I still have a very discerning eye, but you
Don’t forget, what I said at the beginning was not seven moves, but seventy moves, but do you think that for a junior like you, I will let you get out of the seventh move?"
After saying that, the two fans danced, and the violent hurricane caused the ice cones in the sky to gather into pieces in the air, transforming into dragon scales. In an instant, an ice dragon appeared, and the strong wind invaded the ice scales, chanting and echoing in the dragon's body, and suddenly opened its mouth.
, there was a loud roar.
The ice dragon's eyes showed a fierce light, and it swooped down towards Yi Fan. The wind around it suddenly changed, like a formation. If you make a wrong step, you will be swept into the air by the strong wind and collide with the ice dragon head-on.
Yi Fan was horrified and retreated quickly, but after only a few feet, his back hit a mountain, a thick iceberg.
There was a muffled sound of 'bang'.
A human seal appeared, and Yi Fan was stuck in the ice, staring blankly at the ice dragon in the sky, rushing towards him.
boom!
The broken ice exploded, and the billowing white smoke covered one side. Mrs. Lu had no expression on her face and said quietly: "Boy, are you still alive?"
At this time, a nine-foot-long figure emerged from the white smoke. He was covered in armor. At first glance, he looked like a god of war. He was fearless and powerful. Until he walked out of the smoke screen, the demonic body was swaying. Yi Fan couldn't hold it back anymore.
Poof, a mouthful of bright red spurted out, and he half-knelt on the ground.
Mrs. Lu laughed and asked, "Can you still stand up?"
Just waiting to see Yi Fan's jokes with just a word of uneasy kindness, how could Yi Fan 'disappoint' her?
Immediately standing up, Yi Fan suddenly laughed: "Hahahahahaha... No, the seven moves have passed, I am still standing, you didn't want to hear it, and you heard it. Next, the fun will be left for the remaining sixty
After three moves."
Mrs. Lu looked coldly at Yi Fan's tail that was almost broken in two, smiled and said: "I don't hesitate to cut off my tail to survive. Such a decisive decision. I wonder if it will grow back?"
"I don't need you to worry about it. But Mrs. Lu, please don't waste this junior's time. I'll beg you as my junior." After saying that, Yi Fan directly pulled off his tail. It was originally a demon body, so he pulled it off.
It's not painful or itchy at all, and even if it breaks, it won't hinder the rest of the battle.
Mrs. Lu did not take action immediately and said contemptuously: "Boy, let's see what you said. As long as you are willing to admit defeat, we can give up and choose a good and auspicious day. It will not cost you a cup of tea at all:
The president’s precious pure wife.”
Looking at the young man in front of her who could take on her seven moves, Mrs. Lu became more and more satisfied. She had identified this Lu family's consort, but this also aroused her curiosity and wanted to take a look at it.
How profound is the human weight?
Yi Fan took a breath and finally suppressed the chaotic aura in his body. Then he felt much better and said with a smile: "It turns out that Mrs. Lu likes to dream, so let's take action quickly. After the fight, I won't disturb you anymore."
You go back and have your big spring and autumn dreams."
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth."
After saying that, Mrs. Lu stopped talking nonsense and launched the eighth move at a very fast speed. Seeing this, Yi Fan advanced instead of retreating, approaching instantly, and the two of them were fighting each other.
Mrs. Lu opened her eyes, and her face, which had always been confident and proud, now showed a hint of shock.
Yi Fan also hit by mistake, and was surrounded by icebergs and locked with ice picks. Moreover, the double fans in Mrs. Lu's hands were too troublesome. If he resisted blindly, he would have no chance of winning.
Little did he know that this was the first time the two of them were fighting at close range. Yi Fan found that it was much easier to fight up close than to keep a distance. He pressed the giant fan with both hands, and a wisp of cold wind caressed him. Although it was cold, it was not as powerful as before.
For Yi Fan, he was extremely weak and could easily take one move.
Yi Fan was stunned and said happily: "I have known for a long time that these two fans are spiritual weapons. I didn't expect that as long as I suppressed them, their power would be so much weaker. Now I can have fun with them."
Seeing the change in Yi Fan's face, the century-old monster was not stupid. He frowned and said, "This kid actually discovered that although long-range attack is my strength, in terms of close combat, if I don't even have this little trick,
If the law is broken, then all my hard training over the past hundred years will be in vain."
Throwing one fan decisively, the other giant fan closed instantly, and was held in the hand of Mrs. Lu. It was immediately transformed into spear skills, horizontal stick, spear pick, and splitting Huashan... Various spear skills roared out, dancing around, fanning
Opening the fan, closing the fan and gun, the continuous transformation and coordination are incisive.
The advantage Yi Fan had just gained was resolved in an instant, but with six swords harassing her, even if they couldn't hurt Mrs. Lu, the suppression would still be enough to keep her busy.
The two sides are inseparable in a battle, and neither one can do anything to the other.
Yi Fan suddenly turned sideways to block the incoming palm, and immediately felt a surge of divine energy. He stepped away and said solemnly: "Seventy moves, Mrs. Lu, let's stop. You have already lost." While speaking,
Not forgetting to fulfill the bet, a dark middle finger stood straight.
Yi Fan smiled with his lips cracked, and his thoughts changed slightly, and the demon body gradually turned into black smoke and scattered in all directions. While he was transforming into a human body, he was also secretly glad in his heart. Fortunately, his opponent was Mrs. Lu and not Yang Lin. When it comes to martial arts
, Mrs. Lu is relatively weak. Even though her moves are ever-changing, they are still at a speed that Yi Fan can catch with his naked eyes. Whether to defend or retreat, it's all in his eyes.
Mrs. Lu stopped and smiled instead of getting angry. She really had a powerful demeanor.
Little did she know that she was just satisfied with her own vision. After all, Yi Fan was able to withstand the first seven moves, which was completely beyond her expectation. Compared with the close combat, the two of them were evenly matched. With such a consort, Lu
How can the old lady be unhappy?
Yi Fan retracted his middle finger with some reluctance, clasped his fists and said, "Seventy moves have passed. Thank you, senior, for your advice. I will leave now. As for the three treasures of the clan, I will come and get them after I have a good meal."
Even though there was no response from Mrs. Lu, Yi Fan turned around with a smile and walked towards the door.
"Stop." Mrs. Lu suddenly shouted.
Yi Fan's normal mentality is that the senior has lost to the junior. He has lost face and naturally wants to say something for the occasion. Just when Yi Fan has drafted the article and is about to turn around to give Mrs. Lu a step forward, he just turns around and sees that Mrs. Lu has already arrived.
When he came to the front, with a smile on his face, he pressed down his palm without any hesitation.
'Bang' the protective wooden wall shattered, and Yi Fan received a solid slap on the chest. He immediately spurted blood from his mouth, flew backwards, and hit the Fiery King on the door eight feet away.
Yi Fan looked at Mrs. Lu in surprise, then turned to unwillingness, and then deep disdain. He smiled and said: "You are indeed a master. I heard from people outside that Lu's kung fu and body skills are second-rate and despicable and shameless. Today,
I’ve finally seen it.”
Mrs. Lu pretended: "Really? There are only you and me in this hall, and there is no one else to testify. As for whether the seventy moves passed, it is all up to you. Although I am old, I think my brain is pretty good."
Aura can still clearly calculate how many moves there are, so I don’t need you to remind me. Now, I’ve passed seventy moves.”
Yi Fan took a few breaths and felt that his consciousness was getting blurry. He suddenly laughed arrogantly. He had never seen such a despicable person before. This old immortal never gave him a choice from the beginning. He had to find the steps by himself.
Well, the bet is just nonsense.
To be honest, I am too naive. I should have understood since Yang Lin, how many of the so-called great powers are upright? To be honest, how can I step on thousands of corpses and swim upstream without some tricks?
Seeing Yi Fan's pupils dilated, the old man smiled again: "Seventy moves passed, and now I'm just waiting for your vulgarity. What's wrong? Can't you get up?"
Everyone has seen Mrs. Lu's shamelessness. If Yi Fan could get up, he would have pounced on her long ago, but now he couldn't exert all his strength. What's more, if he got up, even if he could really show his middle finger, he would end up if he hadn't been knocked unconscious on the spot.
It's just another slap in the face.
Sure enough, the ginger is still spicy and quite pungent.
Yi Fan said unyieldingly: "You want me to get up? I won't let you succeed." He said it confidently, as if he really didn't want to get up.
Mrs. Lu tolerated his stubbornness and shook her head with a smile: "Don't worry, you are my consort, I will not kill you, but just in case, please stay in the dungeon for a while."
Yi Fan snorted: "I am your consort. If you dare to force me to get married, I will beat my wife in the morning, my father-in-law at noon, and I will practice boxing and kicking with you in the evening. I will not give up until the Lu family is disturbed."
."
"So you are wronged by saying that you can marry into my family?" Mrs. Lu softly called two servants and said to Yi Fan: "It doesn't matter, I have plenty of time to spend with you, and I won't say anything until you change your mind.
Late."
After saying that, he ordered his servants: "Put him in the dungeon, serve him a full meal first, and then serve him water for three meals, then go down."
The two servants made a promise and carried Yi Fan towards the dungeon.
"The injury was so severe, and he deserves to be overestimated."
"I was almost scared to death when I first entered. The whole palace was frozen. It's a pity that I didn't see the battle situation, otherwise it would have been a tough battle."
"There are five ways to stop talking, otherwise the palace would not be like that."
"What's more, this guy has been in the palace for more than an hour, and I think he has put in at least ten moves."
Yi Fan vaguely heard the conversation between the two men who were carrying him. He laughed weakly and said, "You are all wrong. I took seventy moves without losing. I lost in the seventy-first move."
There was a strong sense of sarcasm in his tone, and after Yi Fan finished speaking, he lowered his head and fainted.
Unexpectedly, the two of them shouted in unison: "Bah."
"Seventy moves? He couldn't be beaten stupid, right?"
"I guess so. Seventy moves and they were taken. It was not a competition. He was just beaten blindly. It would be good if he could take five moves. I take back what I just said. There is no way this kid can fight for ten moves."
"Okay, let's not worry about talking. After we finish dealing with him, we still have to deal with his entourage."