With the end of the first game, there were less than 40 young talents left on the field. After Mr. Dong came on stage and said a few more rules, the second game began in full swing.
It's right.
And this time Ye Fan was the second to play. His opponent was a pretty boy named Wenxuan.
"Brother Ye has invited me. I am Wenxuan, a disciple of Luomotang. I just saw the competition between Brother Ye and Luosang, and I am convinced by Brother Ye's strength and will start a fight later. Brother Ye must show mercy!"
Wenxuan is elegant and has neither humble nor arrogant in his language, which makes it difficult for people to feel disgusted.
"Brother Wen is joking. My battle with Brother Luo just now was just a lucky draw." After the two of them were polite, the battle started again.
Wenxuan's strength is slightly stronger than that of Luosang, and is probably at the middle stage of the eighth level of foundation building. However, this strength is still somewhat inconvenient than Ye Fan.
The two of them were back and forth on the stage, with their fists and legs intertwined. The momentum seemed quite good. However, the stalemate situation quickly came to an end. Wenxuan reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The eyes of Ye Fan were particularly solemn.
After several rounds of fights, his body was covered with scars of all sizes, and the mysterious energy in his body was also squandered. On the contrary, Ye Fan was refreshed, except for his breathing slightly heavier.
Nothing happened, this gap made Wenxuan feel very powerless.
"Brother Ye, I have one last move left. If I can't even beat Brother Ye, I'd better go down directly and be wiser." Wen Xuan pursed his lips, and his aura also increased a little.
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He knew that Wenxuan was planning to show his trump card, and his color became solemn.
"Brother Ye, I'm going to offend you." After saying that, Wen Xuan suddenly lowered his lower body, and then his feet suddenly kicked the ground. His body blasted towards Ye Fan, who was stunned like a cannonball.
Seeing Wenxuan attacking like a rolling gourd, Ye Fan almost laughed out loud. He never expected that Wenxuan, who was like a young master in the turbid world, would have such a spoof of martial arts.
However, Ye Fan did not underestimate this martial arts. After all, although Luomotang's reputation is not as good as the Black Wolf Gang, it is not weak anymore. Otherwise, the Black Wolf Gang would not have been so deliberate in trying to conquer Luomotang, plus Wen Xuan
He is also an extremely outstanding disciple in Luomo Hall, and the martial arts he uses will definitely not be much weaker.
Just when Ye Fan was very alert, Wen Xuan's offensive had risen to a certain level. His mysterious energy was like a whirlwind. The bitter wind rolled over the floor, leaving deep traces crisscrossing.
"Drive into the mountains and collapse." Wen Xuan shouted loudly, and his body rolled like a cannonball and approached Ye Fan's body as he breathed. The mysterious energy on his head was condensed wildly, and a mysterious energy pointed cone quietly formed at the same time. The top of the pointed cone was the top of the pointed cone.
The mysterious energy surrounding it was like a sharp spear, with a cold blade flowing, and it blasted into Ye Fan's abdomen in an extremely arrogant manner.
While the sharp cone rushed forward, a terrifying aura spread out in the field. The breath pointed to it as if even a mountain could penetrate it in an instant.
In the midst of the attack of the sharp cone, Ye Fan's face was slightly pale and his eyes became extremely solemn. Although this "traveling into the mountain collapse." Although it looked a bit funny, its power was real. Even Ye Fan only had a little
If you are careless, it is very likely to lose under such an attack.
Seeing that the Xuanqi pointed cone was about to hit his abdomen, Ye Fan bent his legs slightly and made a standing posture. Then his fleshy palms suddenly expanded a little and pushed forward.
"Touch." Both palms pressed against Wenxuan's shoulders. The huge thrust from his arm made Ye Fan's body wipe more than ten meters away. His feet stepped on the ground, leaving two dazzling rays of lightning.
Deep traces.
On the edge of the arena, Ye Fan barely stopped retreating, and there were also fine beads of sweat on his face. Although he already attached great importance to the power of "traveling into the mountains", only when he was in the scene could he truly experience the mountains.
It can penetrate the terrifying power.
The mysterious energy in his body was still pouring into his palms. Ye Fan grinned and a hint of redness was dyed in his eyes.
"Break it for me!"
A low roar fell, and Ye Fan's palm swelled a little more again. On his arm, blue veins squirrels squirm like dragons, and a powerful aura swept across the audience in an instant.
The mysterious energy around the body fluctuated violently, and the mysterious energy of the heaven and earth on the ring became disordered under the slightest aura. Although this move was not martial arts, it also condensed all the mysterious energy of Ye Fan, and its power came from that article.
It was obvious in Xuan's horrified eyes.
A palm containing all the energy of Ye Fan directly forced the pointed cone in front of him to retreat inch by inch, and Ye Fan's steps also followed before.
"Bang bang bang."
Every step you take will leave a very shallow footprint on the ring. The stone slabs around the footprints are like the dust is blown by the strong wind.
"cough."
Under Ye Fan's counterattack, Wen Xuan, who was struggling to support him, could not stop spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his aura also became stagnant at the same time.