The man on the left has strong muscles. Although he is short, he looks short and lean. He is wearing linen clothes with several strings of white beads on them and a unicorn pattern embroidered on each sleeve. He looks a bit nondescript. This man is Lei Wanxi.
Lei Wanxi is also considered a leader among the younger generation of Feitian Sect monks. He has been at the initial level of the late Nascent Soul for many years, and it seems that there is a possibility of a breakthrough at any time. This person was as famous as Lin Jingnan in the past, and he had made countless achievements for the Feitian Sect.
Second credit.
The monk on the right is tall and burly, with broad shoulders. A pair of thick eyebrows look extremely rough, and a pair of big eyes reflect a sharp gaze. The face has sharp edges and corners, giving him a manly look. This person is Mo Jinyang, and Lei Wanxi
, Lin Jingnan are both equally famous figures, and their cultivation has been at the initial level of the middle Nascent Soul for many years.
Because the two of them are elders among the younger generation of Feitian sect monks, and the people present are all monks of the late Nascent Soul stage and below, so as soon as the two of them appeared, the other monks became respectful because they were not afraid of them.
, so Feng Fan did not take the initiative to give way. Although Feng Fan had received several lectures from the two of them back then, because he was far away from the Golden Moon Ancient Kingdom, Feng Fan rarely met the two of them.
The two of them had been away on missions some time ago and had only recently returned to the Feitian Sect, so they had no idea about the recent happenings in the Feitian Sect. After hearing that Lin Jingnan had given up the position of leader, the two people who had just returned hurriedly
Come and register.
"Get away!" Seeing an unfamiliar peak-level monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul blocking the road, Mo Jinyang roared, and at the same time swung his right fist and hit Feng Fan hard. Before the punch could reach him, a strong wind took the lead.
Attack.
"Seeking death!" Feng Fan waved his right fist to fight back. Although he did not use all his strength, he still showed strength equivalent to that of an initial-level monk in the early days of Dacheng. With a "pop" sound, Feng Fan's body trembled, but he did not show any signs of it.
He did not retreat. However, Mo Jinyang's body trembled violently, and then he took a few steps back, feeling unforgettable bursts of pain from his right fist.
"Early Dacheng's initial-level monk? You are actually able to exert the strength equivalent to the early Dacheng's initial-level monk!" Mo Jinyang's face changed drastically, and then he cried out.
"Punch me!" Lei Wanxi, who was beside Mo Jinyang, raised his right fist. A powerful aura suddenly came out, and circles of strange black light surrounded his right fist. It turned out that Lei Wanxi had been stepping on the right fist since he stepped on it.
Since entering the world of self-cultivation, I have practiced dual cultivation of Dharma and Body, practicing both self-cultivation** and physical exercise**.
Seeing that Feng Fan, as a peak-level monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, was actually able to exert a strength equivalent to that of an initial-level monk in the early stage of Dacheng, this shocked Lei Wanxi and at the same time, he also had the idea of fighting Feng Fan.
Although Lei Wanxi's right fist exuded a powerful force, Feng Fan looked calm and slowly raised his right fist to fight. With a "bang" sound, Lei Wanxi's body trembled slightly.
, a look of extreme pain flashed across his face.
"This person has actually practiced physical training, and as an initial-level monk in the late Yuanying period, he can actually exert a strength equivalent to that of a peak-level monk in the late Yuanying period!" Feng Fan whispered in his heart. His right fist was slightly numb.
, there was no other feeling. Although the attack from the opponent's right fist was powerful, it was completely resolved by Feng Fan.
"Body training**! This kid must also have practiced body training**." The bone-deep pain in his fist made the elite monk of the Feitian Sect whisper in his mind in shock.
Because even though Feng Fan can exert a strength equivalent to that of an initial-level monk in the early stage of Dacheng, such direct physical contact, Lei Wanxi, who boasts that he can exert strength at the peak level of the late Nascent Soul with his tyrannical body, will not be able to do so at all.
He was at a disadvantage, but the contact just now made Lei Wanxi feel as if his right fist had hit the steel. Looking at Feng Fan's calm and calm look, the trace of doubt in Lei Wanxi's heart disappeared instantly.
Lei Wanxi retreated sharply, and then waved his fists solemnly. Waves of black wind swept around him, and the color of his fists became darker. As the black wind expanded, it finally turned into a mini black dragon.
A manic aura swarmed out, creating huge coercion. The surrounding Nascent Soul Stage monks retreated one after another, with traces of fear on their faces.
"Do you dare to use your fist to catch the black dragon formed by my fist? Instead of using a talisman, an ancient treasure?" Lei Wanxi suddenly frowned and asked.
"Why don't you dare!" Feng Fan raised his right fist, condensed a large amount of true energy into it, and at the same time operated the Forged Body Jue Pian to the extreme.
"Go!" Lei Wanxi whispered, then waved his right fist, and the mini black dragon transformed from the fist rushed towards Feng Fan. At the same time, it surged on the way. When it approached Feng Fan, it turned into a several-foot-long, thick dragon.
It looks like a giant dragon with waist-like legs. The black dragon opens its teeth and dances its claws, showing its incomparable ferocity and dominance.
Feng Fan waved his right fist and faced it without fear. There was a loud "wave" sound, and when the black dragon and Feng Fan's right fist collided, countless black lights swarmed out and enveloped Feng Fan's fist.
Wrap around.
"Crack, crack, crack..." Countless loud and harsh sounds were heard, and the huge black dragon opened its mouth and bit Feng Fan's right fist into its mouth. Lei Wanxi's face turned pale after sending this punch.
Not only does it consume a huge amount of real energy, but it also consumes some spiritual consciousness. In one day, Lei Wanxi can only punch three times at most. This kind of punch is so powerful that it can even challenge levels.
Under the bite of Lei Wanxi's fist turned into a black dragon, Feng Fan's right fist felt extremely stinging. Feng Fan's mind moved, and countless true energy surged out, forming a thin cyan shield around his right fist.
The sting is instantly relieved.
Although the giant black dragon launched extremely violent attacks, its size was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only that, the color of the black dragon also quickly became dim.
"Explode!" Seeing the momentum of the black dragon formed by the fists weakening rapidly, Lei Wanxi showed a hint of madness and unwillingness on his face. With his low cry, the black dragon exploded instantly. The extremely fierce and domineering power moved toward
The surroundings are raging and rushing, seeming to destroy everything around them.
Feng Fan's mind moved, and the true essence shield formed in a hurry was shattered under the impact of this huge force before it could exert its full effect. The remaining power rushed towards Feng Fan fiercely, and Feng Fan's body surface instantly surged.
A layer of purple light appeared, and the inner armor made from seventh-level sea beasts suddenly formed a layer of defense.
With a "stab" sound, the purple light shield was ruthlessly torn apart, and the remaining little power was directly tilted towards Feng Fan. With a "zheng" sound, when the mini black dragon hit Feng Fan's right shoulder hard, it emitted
A crisp sound.
"This man's body is so hard, and even after his fist exploded, he failed to injure him at all!" Lei Wanxi heard the harsh sound of the black dragon hitting his opponent, and at the same time scanned it with his spiritual consciousness.
Guo Fengfan was extremely shocked when he found that his opponent was not harmed at all.
"Just use whatever means you have!" Feng Fan said arrogantly.
Lei Wanxi waved his fist, and waves of ripples came out, quickly condensing into a somewhat illusory red fist shadow. As the fist shadow expanded, raging fire ignited around the fist shadow, and at the same time, the fist shadow became extremely solid. Lei Wanxi
Xi fiercely swung his right fist, and the shadow of his fist shot out, rushing towards Feng Fan with boundless heat.
Feng Fan waved his fist, and a silver-white fist shadow flew out, and a burst of ice-cold breath shot out, causing the blazing heat caused by Lei Wanxi's burning fist shadow to suddenly cool down a lot.
There was a loud "boom", and two one-foot-square fist shadows collided fiercely. Violent spiritual power fluctuations surged towards the surroundings. Some monks subconsciously opened the true energy barrier. Huge spiritual power fluctuations
After rushing towards the surroundings, it actually caused countless muffled sounds. The silver-white fist shadow turned into ten thousand points of ice light, entangled fiercely with the flaming fire fist on the opposite side, and fought fiercely.
As the ten thousand points of ice light shrank, the fire fist surrounded by it began to gradually shrink, and its momentum gradually became weaker. Gradually, the surrounding hot temperature began to drop, and the fire fist seemed to be about to be sealed by the ten thousand points of ice light.
generally.
"Explode!" As Lei Wanxi shouted, the fire fist surrounded by ice glow exploded violently. The fire fist and ice glow that were connected to the two people's minds disappeared without a trace within a few breaths, and the wind
Fan's expression remained as usual, but Lei Wanxi groaned, his body trembled, and he adjusted his breathing several times before barely returning to his original state.
The surrounding monks were secretly shocked. Lei Wanxi's body-building skills were extremely powerful. Everyone in Feitian Sect knew this. Unexpectedly, when they met Feng Fan today, he seemed to be clearly at a disadvantage in the competition.
The Nascent Soul Stage monks in the Feitian Hall had a new understanding of Feng Fan's strength. They originally thought that Feng Fan was just a man of superb cultivation, but they didn't expect that his body would be so strong, because what the two of them were competing against just now was all about boxing.
"You can be proud of me for being able to perform 'Returning to the Clan with Ten Thousand Fists'." Lei Wanxi stared at Feng Fan solemnly, his face as cold as ice, and his murderous words lingered in everyone's ears.
"Ten thousand fists have returned to the sect, and the senior brother actually wants to use this secret technique. It seems that the next step will be extremely exciting!"
"Yes, it is said that senior brother has not used this secret technique for many years, and this secret technique will cause considerable damage to the spiritual consciousness. It is impossible for the spiritual consciousness to be completely restored within ten days after use."
"It is said that Senior Brother returned to the clan with ten thousand fists and killed high-level monks."
"I wonder if Feng Fan can stop it this time."
"It seems that Senior Brother is really angry this time."
"Although Feng Fan is physically very powerful, he can never withstand this secret technique unless he uses talismans or ancient treasures."... Hearing the words "Ten Thousand Fists Return to the Clan", there was a lot of discussion below,
The three masters in Feitian Hall, Huanyue, Taiqing, and Xuwang, who were in charge of registration, also watched intently, with expressions of great interest on their faces.