The wind and snow killing world suddenly formed, blocking He Cheng's progress.
"Get away!"
He Cheng made a gesture with his finger, and the flames flew out, forming a roiling fire dragon in front of him, rushing into the Snow Killing Realm like a river.
Mitsui Aiko's words can be described as heartbreaking.
This is the biggest shame in He Cheng's life. All his efforts are to clear his mother's name.
In fact, he has always imagined that one day the old man can take his mother back to the He family and publicly announce that he is a descendant of the He family!
Although he also knew that this was impossible, he never gave up the idea.
These things were secrets that he kept deep in his heart. He thought that no one except a few important figures in the He family knew about them.
However, Mitsui Aiko revealed this secret, which he couldn't accept.
"Bang!"
Without the presence of Ye Mei, Sisi Xin Sutra showed shortcomings when facing the powerful Nascent Soul.
Under the impact of the fire dragon, cracks appeared in the Ice and Snow Killing World, and then collapsed.
"You are all going to die!"
He Cheng appeared from behind the fire dragon and rushed towards Tang Fan with fierce murderous intent.
Killing Tang Fan first, and then Mitsui Aiko, He Cheng was desperate.
“It’s not certain who will die!”
Not only did Tang Fan not dodge, but he even clenched his fist to greet him.
"court death!"
He Cheng was surprised. The opponent's boxing skills were clearly inferior to his own, so how could he dare to fight so hard!
"In that case, I will help you!"
He Cheng also raised his arm and clashed with Tang Fan's fist.
The two of them did not cast any spells and relied solely on physical strength, which was not common in monks' martial arts fights.
"Bang!"
The two iron fists collided, and then He Cheng knew that he was wrong, a big mistake!
The power of Tang Fan's punch was several times greater than before!
That punch just now, Tang Fan cheated and didn't use his full strength...
"boom!"
An indescribable strange force swept through He Cheng's body through his fists at that moment.
"ah……"
He Cheng's body flew backwards, his arms were numb, his mouth exploded, and even his internal organs were displaced.
He couldn't hold it back for a moment and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"What a treacherous boy, you...you also learned the ancient martial arts inheritance?"
He Cheng looked surprised. He could not imagine that a monk had such strong physical strength. He guessed that he had practiced the secret technique of body refining in ancient martial arts.
Tang Fan didn't say anything. He took a step forward, his figure swayed, and he raised his fist to hit it.
He gave up magical powers and spells in order to fight in close combat and test the combat power of the physical body at its peak.
Although his current cultivation level is not weak, he has not given up his exploration of ancient martial arts.
The melee advantage of ancient martial arts is something that those who cultivate immortality do not possess and are disdainful of.
Because the magical powers of the Immortal Sect are so profound and unpredictable, those who practice them do not need to engage in close combat.
But Tang Fan wanted to pursue his own path of spiritual practice. If he couldn't fight with magic, his powerful body and ancient martial arts moves would be his last resort.
As long as you are powerful enough, fast enough, and your moves are ruthless enough, you can attack in front of the opponent before he can cast a spell and kill him with one blow!
Be it immortal sect or ancient martial arts, in Tang Fan's mind, he could use anything as long as he could defeat his opponent.
But as a result, He Cheng became a little unable to resist.
He had just been knocked away by Tang Fan's punch, and his cultivation was unstable. When he was about to cast a spell, he unexpectedly attacked in front of him again, so he could only hurriedly launch a defense.
"Tang Zhuo, you are so despicable. How can you and I, practitioners,..."
"Bang!"
Before He Cheng could finish speaking, Tang Fan's fist had already hit his protection.
"Kacha!"
He Cheng's cultivation was unstable and his defense was not strong, so he was instantly knocked away.
"ah……"
He Cheng spat out blood again. This time his internal organs were more seriously injured and were already bleeding.
This style of play is simply crushing!
"Well played!"
Mitsui Aiko shouted excitedly. Compared to competing in spells, this kind of fist-to-flesh collision seemed more exciting.
"Tang Zhuo!"
He Cheng was so frustrated that he couldn't release his cultivation. As a result, before he could adjust his breath, Tang Fan jumped at him again.
"Ah...you are going too far!"
He Cheng had no choice but to hold his injured body and use the teleportation technique.
"Whoosh!"
He Cheng's body seemed to disappear out of thin air, and when Tang Fan jumped in front of him, he had already appeared in front of him.
"Now, it's my turn..."
He Cheng stuffed a healing elixir into his mouth, and when he was about to cast a powerful spell, Tang Fan, who was still at the top of the mountain, smiled.
"I don't know how fast I can go with just my physical strength!"
Tang Fan's mind moved, his cultivation exploded, he took a step forward and rushed over.
"Bang!"
There was a thunderous sound outside Tang Fan's body, and he instantly fell in front of He Cheng.
"Ah...this is impossible!"
"You can teleport anyway!"
He Cheng completely collapsed. In his understanding, only the teleportation of Yuanying monks could achieve such speed.
However, Tang Fan is obviously not Yuanying, how could he do it!
Probably, it can be faster...
While Tang Fan was thinking in his mind, his body seemed like a hill and hit He Cheng's chest hard.
"Crack!"
The bones in front of He Cheng's body were broken on the spot. If he hadn't been a good man, he would have been killed.
He howled and flew away, this time spurting out more blood.
"Cultivation of the physical body is truly wonderful!"
Tang Fan was overjoyed, as he had a full understanding of his own speed.
He was just trying out his skills in a small way and had not yet unleashed his full strength.
If he were to use the Purple Eye Time and Space Technique again, his speed would be even more astonishing with his physical body at this moment.
"Tang Zhuo!"
He Chengren steadied himself in the air and quickly threw out a magic weapon.
It was a shame for a Nascent Soul monk to be forced to throw away his magic weapon by someone whose cultivation was inferior to his own, but he really had no other choice now.
This magic weapon was a piece of feather, which instantly grew in size after it appeared. Like the wings of a flying beast, it lifted up He Cheng's body and swept him away into the distance.
He Cheng had no choice but to run. He was now seriously injured physically. Under Tang Fan's unreasonable brute strength, he could not fully display his own cultivation, so he could only rely on the flying magic weapon.
"Want to run?"
Tang Fan jumped into the air and chased after him quickly. At the same time, he took out a mirror from his Qiankun bag and hid it in his cuff, and looked at He Cheng.
This mirror is the light escape mirror he accidentally obtained when he was trying to save Ran Chuxue. It can perform a function similar to teleportation. It can not only increase his own speed, but also pull the opponent back.
A ray of golden light flew out from Tang Fan's sleeves and instantly enveloped He Cheng.
"Um?"
He Cheng only felt a flash of golden light, and when he saw it clearly again, it had floated in front of Tang Fan.
Before He Cheng could react, Tang Fan's fist hit his already seriously injured chest again.
"Bang!"
He Cheng's body rolled back and fell on the mountain peak.
"ah!"
He Cheng's injuries were even more serious, his cultivation quickly disappeared, and he screamed in pain.
However, when he looked up, he saw Mitsui Aiko sitting on the stone in front of him.
He immediately had an idea in his mind, and regardless of the pain, he stood up like a tiger and grabbed Mitsui Aiko.
He wanted to capture Mitsui Aiko and use it to threaten Tang Fan.
"Bang!"
However, the power of the Immortal Shield flashed out, and He Cheng's seriously injured body was ejected again.
"ah……"
He Cheng wailed and got up, and when he was about to throw out the magic weapon to blast away the protection of the fairy shield, there was already a sound of breaking through the air behind him.
Tang Fan flew over and raised his palm towards him.
"Bang!"
He Cheng's neck had been pinched tightly by Tang Fan, making him unable to move.
"If you dare to hurt Miss Aiko, I will strangle you to death!"
Tang Fan seemed cruel, but his strength was not strong, and he even secretly used the Yin Talisman.
The Yin Talisman got into He Cheng's brain and completely controlled his consciousness.
He is gambling...
"Don't kill him!"
Mitsui Aiko looked at Tang Fan's angry look and shouted to stop him.
"Why?"
Tang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, he won the bet.
He guessed that Mitsui Aiko would speak.
Mitsui Aiko explained: "Keeping him may be useful to us."
"Besides, he is no match for you and will not cause any harm to us in the future."
"Is that all?"
Tang Fan seemed unmoved, with a questioning look in his eyes.