The attack failed, and Ye Fan no longer took action rashly. He locked his vigilant eyes on Liu Hong and frantically extracted the profound energy from his body.
The battle just now can only be regarded as a warm-up. Neither of them used their martial arts, and even their Xuan Qi was reserved. It seemed that Ye Fan had the upper hand, but in fact the real initiative was still in Liu Yuan's hands.
After all, there is a huge difference in cultivation between the two. Ye Fan can rely on the special mysterious energy in his body to deal with it, but this kind of dealing can only last for a few moments. As time goes by, various shortcomings will be revealed, and by then Xuan
The anger will be unsustainable. Defeat is the only outcome. Therefore, if he wants to win this battle, Ye Fan can only fight quickly.
On the other side, Liu Yuan stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fierce.
"Meteor Finger"
There was a thunderous explosion on the ground, and the index finger of Liu Yuan's right hand swelled in harmony. The powerful mysterious energy twined around the fingertips, and the flickering sound was like the crackling of firecrackers. Amidst the explosion, dots of bright red seeped out from the fingertips.
The sound gradually increased, and the belly of his finger exploded under the influx of profound energy. The spurting spurts of flesh and blood made Liu Yuan's eyes and nose twitch. His fingers were connected to his heart, and the heart-pounding pain tortured the latter to the point where he almost did not want to live.
"Yuan'er, no! You can't master the meteor finger now." Outside the venue, Liu Hong, who saw Liu Yuan performing this martial arts move, shouted anxiously with a frightened face.
The Meteoric Finger is an advanced level martial art. It is more than twice as powerful as the Mountain Palm used by Ye Yu. However, this martial art is extremely difficult to master. If you don't have the same level of cultivation as a foundation, you can't use it forcefully against anyone.
The damage to the body is also considerable. It is like a baby hitting someone with a hammer. Before the person can be hit, he hurts himself first. Liu Yuan on the stage is a living example. Martial arts is not about transcendence.
The stronger the better. Only the one that suits you is the best.
In the field, Liu Yuan also felt regret at this time. Logically speaking, this kind of martial arts is not what he should have now. It was only because the head of the Liu family admired his talent that he made an exception and granted him this martial arts in advance. I didn't want to
, but it caused such trouble.
The latter wanted to stop, but it was too late. The arrow was on the string, and he forced to hold back the heartbreaking pain in his finger. His index finger suddenly flew out, like a blade, tearing the air and poking at Ye Fan below with an extremely arrogant attitude.
.
Among the exposed knuckles, the dense white bones shone with a sinister sheen. Thick waves of profound energy swept away, and tiny cyclones as sharp as wind blades quickly condensed on the fingertips.
As early as Liu Yuan's finger broke, Ye Fan had guessed the tyranny of the martial arts in front of him. When the offensive came, Ye Fan frantically squeezed the profound energy in his body, and a low roar roared out from the bottom of his throat.
"Mountain Palm!"
The roar fell, and Ye Fan rushed out like a leopard ready to attack. A pair of fleshy palms were wrapped in profound energy, and the wind rolled across his palms. He rushed out with the force of thunder.
The fingers were curled with the power of meteors and fell from the sky; the fleshy palm was as thick as a mountain and had a majestic meaning. It was vast and turbulent. When the two powerful forces met, there was a loud roar.
Dust and smoke billowed, and two figures shot out from the smoke.
The meteor finger technique really lived up to its name. Ye Fan slapped the ground with his feet and shot backwards ten meters away. Only then could he remove the terrifying finger force from his body and stop his retreat.
"cough."
In the field, Liu Yuan coughed violently, and blood spurted out from his mouth, but his young face still looked particularly cold and stern. He squatted half-crouched, and hissed unwillingly from his throat.
"You are very powerful. That slap just now almost defeated me, but unfortunately, I still stood up in the end. The slap just now has consumed all the profound energy in my body. How about we count it as a draw?"
Even though he was unwilling to do so, Liu Yuan had to admit that Ye Fan's strength was not inferior to his. Now that the profound energy in both of their bodies had been exhausted, a draw seemed to be the best outcome.
However, Ye Fan didn't seem to agree with Liu Yuan's proposal. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Liu Yuan in front of him. A playful arc flashed through his deep eyes.
"You are right, the profound energy in my body has indeed been exhausted." I shook my pale palms, and a feeling of powerlessness suddenly came to my heart.
When the conversation changed, Ye Fan said: "If you want to fight, it doesn't seem like only Xuan Qi and martial arts can do it?" He paused slightly and glanced sideways at Liu Hong, who looked panicked. The smile on Ye Fan's face grew stronger.
Rich.
"Next, let you feel the thrill of hand-to-hand combat!" As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan rushed out again, his legs as agile as a spiritual ape, and he was already in front of Liu Hong in a few leaps. Then, he picked up the
The pure physical strength of his arms burst out, sweeping towards Liu Hong's exposed chest in a devastating gesture.
Liu Hong, who had never seen such a battle before, stared blankly at the arms approaching from his chest. For a moment, he even forgot to retreat.
"Snapped."
The arm was thrown on the chest without any fancy. When the arm was withdrawn, the huge force left a purple blood mark on Liu Hong's chest. The burning pain penetrated into his mind, and the injured Liu Hong gritted his teeth.
Grinning.
After a successful blow, Ye Fan put one foot on the ground, turned around suddenly, raised his right leg high, and whipped out with the help of his waist twist.
Seeing this, Liu Hong hurriedly concentrated his attention, ignoring the pain in his chest. He straightened his arms and blocked his whip legs.
"Pa." A leg whip hit his arm. Ye Fan, who had not achieved much success, withdrew his right leg and twisted his body again. With his back to Liu Hong, his left arm was bent at a right angle, and with the help of his body
Due to inertia, the elbows collided like a horned dragon made of steel.
Ye Fan's attacks had no routine at all, but he won one after another like a wave, leaving his opponent with little chance to breathe. Liu Yuan, on the other hand, was slightly inexperienced in actual combat because of his young age. The profound energy in his body was even stronger
It was all consumed. Faced with Ye Fan’s rogue style of play, various shortcomings in experience were quickly revealed.
The defense organized in a hurry not only failed to achieve the expected results, but also became chaotic when the former suddenly changed his tactics. His young face became more and more embarrassed due to the injury, and there were tears in his eyes.
"Ha!" During the attack, Ye Fan grabbed an opening, raised his knee, and hit Liu Hong's lower abdomen hard.
The overwhelming force poured out and rushed into Liu Hong's lower abdomen.
Under the powerful bombardment, the latter's body was bent and bent, flying into the air like a lobster and then falling heavily to the stone slab.
Liu Hong, who had fallen, moved his fingers slightly, and struggled for a long time to get up from the ground. His cheeks stained with dust were extremely embarrassed. He tightened his trembling fists, and Liu Hong's little face showed a little unwillingness, and he staggered forward.
He rushed towards Ye Fan again. Suddenly, his feet softened, and with a "bang.", Liu Hong hit the ground again.
"Woo...wow..." Lying on the ground, Liu Hong suddenly started crying, tears overflowing from his eyes, and the crying tended to gradually increase.
This scene made Ye Fan, who was standing aside secretly on guard, feel his scalp numb. Seeing the torrent on Liu Hong's face, Ye Fan seemed to feel a deep sense of guilt rising in his heart.
"What's this called?"
Liu Yuan's crying stopped slightly until Liu Hong came on stage and helped him down.
"Second uncle, I'm sorry." Liu Yuan, who had a lonely face after the game, managed to squeeze out a smile and said humbly.
Taking Liu Yuan's defeated look into his eyes, Liu Hong sighed inwardly and reached out his hand to wipe away the bright red at the corners of the latter's mouth. He turned around and faced Ye Xiaotian, cupping his fists and saying, "Brother Ye, I won't bother you anymore since the winner has been decided.
.I will ask my servants to send over the winnings for this competition."
After saying that, Ye Xiaotian nodded and led his two nephews away sadly.
Compared with the decline of the Liu family, the Ye family is undoubtedly much more passionate. In the past, in the competition with the Liu family, the Ye family has always been at a disadvantage. Even if they occasionally win, it is only under the premise of considerable sacrifice. Like
Except for Ye Fan's extra effort, it can be said that today's two battles were easily handled. Looking at the thin figure in the field, the contempt in his eyes disappeared at this moment. Waves of cheers came and went in the martial arts field.
The cheers coming from his ears also made Ye Fan a little excited. Speaking of which, Liu Hong's status in the family is more prominent than that of Ye Yu. It can be seen from the fact that the latter can obtain the Meteor Pointing Martial Arts. This time,
Ye Fan was able to defeat him head-on, which was enough to establish his future status in the family. At least, few of his peers could compare with him.
Glancing at the audience, Ye Feng looked indifferent as usual. Ye Fan clasped his palms hidden in his sleeves... After a while, Ye Fan slowly walked off the stage and went straight to Ye Xiaotian. He looked at the latter with clear eyes.
, and then his lips curled up.
"Father, my child has not embarrassed you, has he?"
Seeing Ye Fan running up to him to claim credit, Ye Xiaotian felt comforted. Who would have thought that a useless boy who was notorious a few days ago would suddenly transform into one of the few young geniuses right under his nose. This time
Changes, even though Ye Xiaotian's always calm temperament, his face became wrinkled like chrysanthemums because of his deep love for his son.
"Not lost, haha, not lost..."
Ye Xiaotian's voice was trembling as he was so full of joy. You could even detect a little moisture from his eyes that were as cold as stone.
"He has also waited too long for this moment!"
Time flies, and three days have passed since the duel with Liu Yuan. For three days, Ye Fan exercised his body during the day and practiced Xuan Qi at night. Such intensive training finally allowed Ye Fan to climb to the edge of the fifth level of foundation building, leaving him behind.
There is only a thin line between breakthroughs.
In the main hall of Ye Mansion, Ye Fan stood respectfully at the bottom, looking earnestly at his father who was in deep thought.
"You said you want to go to the Dark Demon Forest in the back mountain alone?"
"Yes." Ye Fan nodded and replied firmly.
"Why?" Ye Xiaotian frowned and looked at Ye Fan and asked.