You lose

Looking at the two high platform Duishi youth, in the presence of all the eyes are moved over with great interest, they are very like to know who in the interval of three years after the boy again, a miracle, whether in the bucket on cultivation technology, but also the progress with such horror?

VIP gallery, looked frowning war came Xiao Xiao Ning challenge, and his face slightly ugly, while Hsiao-yen's bucket of gas contrary to his expectations, but the fighting skills, he is never seen the latter When fighting skills to the family court fight to find specialized technicians studied.

You know, fighting skills of the gas is different from the practice of elementary bucket, yellow-order low-level fighting skills, but also down to explore and practice on their own, may have some yellow-order intermediate, and advanced fighting skills, but must struggle to find family specialized technicians to teach for the job, however, over the years, Xiao has not been listening to family fighting, several technicians, said Xiao Yan fighting had been looking for them to learn fighting skills, but, Xiao Ning'd regulars.

Understanding of war, according to Xiao, the strength in the bucket of gas this year, eight out of Xiao Ning, has at least mastered the three intermediate yellow stage, and a yellow high-order fighting skills, these types of fighting skills, enough to get him in the same class difficult to find the stronger the opponent, a test of this, Xiao Yan seems at a disadvantage.

"Oh, Xiao patriarch, you said, Xiao Yan little master win the game?" Side in the war Hsiao, eyes firmly fixed on the light field in the Ya-Fei asked with a smile.

The hearts of some of Xiao war slowly because of pressure generated wroth Xiao Ning, a light laugh: "Yan children not proficient in fighting skills, but only recently entered the bucket eight out of the gas situation, set foot on the foot at this level less than one year old Xiao Ning, the odds probably are not too large. "

"Oh, is it?" Attractive wavefront flow slightly, Ya-Fei slender eyelashes blinked, Meimou looked a little lazy with some of the black clothes and black field leisurely youth, ruddy mouth suddenly yixian , smiling face with the beauty of a mature charming one point: "I do not know why, I was a young gentleman, Xiao Yan confidence, I think he will be able to win."

Hsiao war surprised a moment, it seems somewhat surprised her so much confidence in where on, smiled and shook his head: "Then, Miss Ya-Fei Ji made by the."

... ...

Looking at random to stand in front of Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning sneer a cry, his fists clenched slowly, a light bucket of gas, the rapid circulation in the body, bringing a sense of the power of waves of high-handed.

A little quiet, Xiao Ning feet tread the ground of a fierce, close and straight into the stature Xiao Yan, surges when the slightly curved rope Xiao Ning palms, fingers, sharp nails on some of these Hanmang glowing promise.

Only half a meter at a distance when Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning stature suddenly paused, Youzhao is starting a tricky curve, Xiao Yan straight for the throat: "yellow intermediate stage fighting skills: Claw crack!"

Looking at the calm face of the gripper from disease attack, Xiao-yan no hurry do not delay lifting hands, slightly curly palm, fierce distraction, the tyranny of the thrust, the storm washed out ...

Without warning in stock under the tremendous thrust, Xiao Ning face changed, and stature as if hit by a heavy hammer in general, more than a dozen feet Jitui after step before an embarrassing stop some stature.

High platform, looking at this scene, his face a little surprised Xiao war, one side of the Ya-Fei, but it is smiling, stood up before the end of elegant white cup, red lips slightly parted, gently sip a small mouth.

"This little guy, really is hidden ah ..." Raising the charming smile lips, Ya-Fei heart muttered.

"You ... what are you fighting skills?" Touched some tightness in the chest, Xiao Ning face slightly changed the color of the drink Li asked the crop.

Xiao Yan faint glance, soon hung liner looking at their own hand, this "Chuihuo palm" although the name ugly of course, can be made, out of this unit handed thrust, but indeed to Xiao Yan satisfaction.

Looked at not care about their own Hsiao-yen, a slight flick Xiao Ning nerve, teeth a bit, mixed with anger, once again front of Xiao Yan jerk away.

Stretch out the hand not Shoulong, Xiao-yan micro-squint, looked at it closer, Xiao Ning, mouth slowly pull the cold touch of the arc.

Right hand spread out, suddenly a grip, a surge of fierce suction from the palm in the lasing out: "Hyun-order fighting skills: palm suck!"

Shake hands again saw Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning feet subconsciously lose ground, but not until the arrival of Thrust, an attraction, but it is shoved forward to the touch on a throw.

The body is starting an arc in the air, crashed straight vague hint of a smile that mouth Qin Zhao Xiao Yan.

While being pulled from the suction stature, but when looked at from Xiao Ning Xiao Yan own after getting close, but could not help the smile, awe-inspiring smile, bucket of gas on the fast pool in the fist.

"Iron Mountain fist!" Soon Bao, Xiao Ning's clenched fists, a surge of sharp breaking wind underlying strength in the air sounded deep, off the shoulder immediately to the front of Xiao Yan, see this posture, if it is hit, I am afraid that Xiao Yan's arm, set to be hit, it seems, this guy from the start, there is no intention to stay in the hand.

Iron Mountain boxing, yellow-order high-level fighting skills, the power of good and need to fight more than seven sections of the gas, it would only be eligible to attend.

Micro-squint felt a sharp sense of underlying strength, Xiao Yan slowly breath and the functioning of the body fighting the gas line, a sudden change: "Hyun-order fighting skills: Chuihuo palm!"

He Sheng fall with the heart, Kuangmeng thrust, Xiao-yan from the palm of your hand again, spray out.

"Bang!" A little surge of air, an invisible anti-thrust, severely hit in the body Ning Xiao Ji She comes on top of the power of the two stocks reverse the attack, suddenly to have lent his face a pale.

"In spite of himself."

Reverse the power of two shares, in the end thrust on the sub-accounts, in a stalemate after a moment, Xiao Ning was kind of thrust directly down the ground shook, and finally, after more than ten meters to draw on the floor, had just slowly stopped stature, Meanwhile, a blood sprayed out is miserable.

Looking at the distance on the ground flaccid paralysis Xiao Ning, and then glanced at the scene of a little quiet, Xiao-yan hand slowly moved, the faint breath: "You lost ..."