Chapter 23: Stay as a mountain!

At this moment, Yan Tianluo, who was standing aside from a distance, his eyes lit up and he stared at Yan Zhan's movements with concentration. Although he had reached the Ruzhu Realm, it was obviously just a little bit of skin and hair, which was far from comparable to Yan Zhan's Wule Fist Realm. At this time, the battle between Yan Zhan and Yan Yuetian opened a door for Yan Tianluo to understand the three realms of Wule Fist. Although it is impossible to comprehend now, because Yan Tianluo's martial arts knowledge and experience are still too flat, it laid a good foundation for him to comprehend the three realms for a long time in the future.

The two fought quickly, and Yan Zhan always hit the ground with one leg, guarding the ground without any wavering. Yan Yuetian had no choice but to do anything about him. Although his cultivation was above Yan Zhan, he was only at the middle stage of the innate stage of the fourth level of heaven. His powerful innate fire true energy could not exert the strength of the seventh level under the strange fighting style of Yan Zhan, and it seemed that Yan Zhan had not used all his strength yet.

The violent collision sounded constantly with the two of them fighting, and there were scattered qi shooting from time to time, but they were all effectively controlled by the two within a three-meter-long combat range, which showed that the two of them had control over their cultivation and the ability to exert their true energy at will.

After retreating several feet apart, Yan Yuetian looked at Yan Zhan with a serious face. The red "color" energy on his body became more solid, and he looked at each other for several breaths.

With a soothing sound, the two turned into two blazing red lights and collided again, and the violent waves of air stirred up the mud in the sky.

"Shenyang Palm——"

Yan Yuetian let out a long roar, and his right palm trembled at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with his naked eyes. The red energy gathered into a huge palm that was three feet wide, pressing down on Yan Zhan with a suppressed momentum. The fierce wind made Yan Tianluo, who was watching the battle on the side, felt shocked. His small hands tightly grasped the bark of the osmanthus tree beside him, and looked at the two of them without blinking, fearing that the second elder would accidentally hurt his grandfather.

I'm afraid the most clear thing about Yan Zhan's situation is that Yan Tian Luo. He has been with Yan Zhan since he was a child. He listened to his grandfather telling him about strange stories on the Sword God Continent every day. Master Sword Emperor stayed together almost every day for five years. It can be said that he was even closer than Yanshan and Qingyu couples. Therefore, he also had some understanding of the hidden dangers on Yan Zhan. On weekdays, except for the attacks every day when the moon was in the middle of the sky, Yan Zhan said that as long as he did not use too much true energy, he could still control it. But now looking at Yan Yuetian's offensive, grandfather seemed not to win easily, so he would have to use more true energy.

But Yan Tianluo still far underestimated Yan Zhan's strength.

Yan Zhan looked at the sharp Lieyang Palm that Yan Yuetian slashed down with a calm face. No one knew better than him about Lieyang Palm. Lieyang Palm, human-level martial arts, and human-level heart arts and fire classics are both the true qi heart arts exclusive to the elders in the clan. When they practiced to the extreme, melting iron and smelting stones is no problem. Except for the human-level heart arts that the great elder specializes in practicing, there is probably no match for it.

This is a time to test my decades of achievements! Yan Zhan thought to himself, if I can't even take Yan Yuetian's Fierce Sun Palm, what can I use to pick up the Xuanyang Sword Gang of those three beasts?

A trace of firmness flashed in his eyes, and the momentum on his body suddenly changed. At this moment, Yan Yuetian was surprised to find that the aura on Yan Zhan suddenly became a little erratic, as if it was integrated with the surrounding environment, making it difficult for him to grasp the exact direction.

"This is like a tree realm-" Another shout reminded Yan Tianluo. Yan Zhan gently swung his body and instantly got rid of the lock of Yan Yuetian's fiery sun palm. He kicked the ground with one foot, and his body rose ten feet high.

boom--

Yan Yuetian couldn't close his palms, and there was still energy falling to the ground. The powerful true energy immediately hit the ground with a palm print several feet wide and several feet deep.

The red gold and iron pestle in his hand hit hard. With the huge shock force, Yan Yuetian instantly increased to the height of Yan Zhan. The Lieyang Palm was unfolded, and he opened and closed with one move, and was fierce and uncast. Yan Zhan was calm and calm, and he was always easily able to get rid of Yan Yuetian's palm power at the critical moment. Yan Yuetian had a headache to find that no matter how his martial arts explored, he could not lock in Yan Zhan's exact figure. It was as if at this moment Yan Zhan merged with the countless trees around him. It was difficult to tell which one was Yan Zhan. All the auras seemed to be mixed in at this moment, and it was difficult to distinguish.

"Splitting style-"

Yan Zhan roared and punched him out, while Yan Tianluo on the other side lit up. In the past ten days of cultivation, Yan Zhan had already explained all the realm system divisions of Wuerquan to him in detail.

Without boxing, besides the most basic tree-shaped piles and boxing moves, there are three major realms, such as piles, trees, and mountains. Each of these three realms has corresponding moves, such as pile realms, push piles, gravity, and breaking false style; like tree realms, towering style, wind-breaking style, and thunder-reverse style; while like mountain realms, there is only one style, ten thousand-foot style.

On the one hand, it was because the Yan Zhan was not in a sufficient state, and on the other hand, it was also because of years of hidden illness that he could not completely sink his mind into the martial arts realization.

At this moment, Yan Zhan's wind-breaking style was a move that belonged to the Wulu Fist-Ru Shu Realm. Yan Yuetian looked at Yan Zhan with horror. The innate realm of the fourth level of heaven could only maintain a short period of breaths. Ling Xu Yukong was at this time. At this time, both of them were falling, and there was no place to leverage the force around them, so they could only take the lead.

The red energy around Yan Zhan was seen as he punched out and condensed into his hands. The scorching heat caused the surrounding air to ripples, as if it had traveled through space, and instantly reached Yan Yuetian's presence. A sharp and sharp fist energy brought a sharp sound of breaking through the air, tearing the air apart, and quickly amplified in Yan Yuetian's eyes.

I only had time to put the red gold and iron pestle across my chest.

Bang—

With a loud bang, the iron pestle weighing more than 100 pounds was temporarily blocked and broke through for half a breath. However, this half breath was enough for Yan Yuetian. With the great force on the iron pestle, his body flew back quickly, waved his hand and cut off a cinnamon tree as thick as his waist, resolving the huge thrust, and almost landing.

"Puff--" A mouthful of blood couldn't help but gush out. Although he could dodge it, Yan Yuetian knew that he had been blocked by the sharp energy that was thrust through the iron pestle and injured his internal organs, and the true energy was disordered and disordered.

It fell gently to the ground, still with one leg independent, Yan Zhan quietly looked at the opponent in front of him who had been for many years.

"You can no longer fight, so let's end today."

Looking at the one-legged old man in front of him with complicated eyes, Yan Yuetian's eyes were a little blurred, as if the same place and the same thing happened thirty years ago, but now, there are only the two of them left in the field.

He shook his head gently, and Yan Yuetian's eyes suddenly burst out with strong expectations. He stared at Yan Zhan tightly and said, "This little injury is nothing. Tell me, do you already have that power?"

"I don't know, but it should be no less than their full strength to use the deep sword style." Yan Zhan thought for a moment, and he still had enough confidence in the last move.

"Take it off--" Yan Yuetian took a deep breath after hearing this and spoke.

"You are crazy. Since I am sure to compete with their profound sword style, you are looking for death." Yan Zhan's eyes stagnated and he said in a deep voice.

"No, although I don't want to, I still have to admit that if anyone in the clan can save Guixiang, then you are the only one. So, I must confirm your strength. Otherwise, if the clan doesn't say it, Guixiang will definitely be in danger of life. I couldn't stop it thirty years ago, and now I will never let it happen again." After that, Yan Yuetian sucked his right hand, and one end of the broken red gold iron pestle flew into his hand.

Yan Tianluo looked closely and found that there was a hole wide in the middle of the iron pestle. With the force of his palm, he saw a bead with red gold-colored light flying out of the hole and falling into Yan Yuetian's hand.

"Spiritual Spell Bead!" Yan Zhan couldn't help but scream in shock when he saw the items in Yan Yuetian's hand.

"No," Yan Yuetian said calmly, "There is a first-level spiritual spell, the True Fire Shield, which is sealed. I believe it can withstand the full-strength attack of ordinary martial soul masters. If you can barely break it, then I will admit that you can. Otherwise, even if you fight for this life, I will not let you go. Don't think I don't know why you taught Yan Tianluo Wulu Fist so urgently."

"Okay, you can stimulate the Spiritual Spell Bead." Yan Zhan looked at Yan Yuetian deeply.

"Grandpa--" Yan Tianluo, who was standing beside him, was anxious when he heard this. Yan Zhan's words clearly meant that he was going to use all his strength, but Yan Tianluo knew what the consequences would be. He didn't want to see the pain of his grandfather's hidden disease attack, although he didn't know what hidden disease it was so far.

Raising his hand to stop Yan Tianluo from saying the next words.

"Don't worry, grandpa has his own sense of responsibility." After saying that, he stopped and looked at Yan Yuetian, waiting for his actions.

At this time, Yan Yuetian saw Yan Yuetian cross the spiritual spell beads in front of his chest, put his palms together, and the red fire true energy continued to gather in the middle of his palm. After a few breaths, a strange sound sounded from Yan Yuetian's hand. The sound was not high but it contained a huge pressure. Suddenly, a strong purple-red "color" spiritual light lit up from Yan Yuetian's palm and spread rapidly. In a blink of an eye, a shield several feet wide and one foot thick formed in front of Yan Yuetian. The shield was composed of purple-red "color" earth fire, strange without a trace of heat. However, Yan Zhan knew that the terrible flame was completely restrained, and the extreme distortion of the air around the shield clearly showed what kind of terrible power it had.

"Let's start, this true fire shield can only last half a stick of incense and launch your strongest attack."

Nodding, Yan Zhan quietly closed his eyes.

"Look, this is the mountain realm of Wuluquan--" Needless to say, this is for Yan Tianluo to hear, because Yan Zhan knew that perhaps this was the last time he taught Yan Tianluo to practice martial arts. Yan Tianluo was also staring at Yan Zhan at this time, feeling his posture and changes in his breath.

Soon, Yan Yuetian discovered something wrong, because at this moment the breath of Yan Zhan had completely disappeared, but it brought him a huge pressure, and this pressure was still rising at an astonishing speed. Yan Yuetian felt that the person standing in front of him might no longer be called a person, but at this moment, Guishan, which was thousands of feet high under his feet, was towering and towering, and an eternal majesty was afraid to look directly at. At this time, his breath was gradually connected with the heaven and the earth, regardless of each other. Any provocation would be ruthlessly suppressed by the heaven and the earth until it was destroyed.

At this time, Yan Yuetian realized that his palm technique just now was just a faint wave of the stream under Guishan Mountain, or the tiny flies on the shore, which was completely vulnerable.

A strong sense of frustration arose in his heart, and at the same time, Yan Yuetian was extremely excited. At this moment, he was only extremely happy about the huge power of Yan Zhan, because it means that there is hope.

Just when Yan Yuetian was in a state of excitement, Yan Zhan's fist had already hit, and the huge power of "Wanren Style--" came instantly. Yan Yuetian was frightened to find that although the True Fire Shield was blocking in front of him, he was still suppressed by the majestic aura. In his eyes, Yan Zhan at this time had turned into a mountain high, and smashed into the air with a huge rock of millions of pounds.

call out--

call out--

call out--

Three strong sounds of breaking through the air sounded, and immediately, three figures appeared beside Yan Tianluo. Yan Tianluo looked closely and it was the Great Elder and the other Third Elders and Five Elders. They smiled at Yan Tianluo, and the three immediately turned their eyes into the field. At this time, the three of them were shocked to find that not to mention Yan Yuetian used the spirit spell bead left by the ancestor when he passed away, now looking at Yan Zhan's power and movements, they were probably comparable to the power of the middle stage of martial soul, and it seemed that the two were really similar.

The power of heaven!

Looking at Yan Zhan's fancy straight punch, his right arm seemed to have traveled through space, bringing out afterimages, and pounding straight towards the center of the true fire shield. The fierce fist wind brought out a strong howling sound like a huge rock pressing on the top, which was as powerful as a mountain!

"The Second Elder retreated quickly-"

As if he saw the extraordinaryness of this punch, the elder's face suddenly changed drastically, and he used his true energy to shout at Yan Yuetian.

But Yan Yuetian was still motionless. It was not that he didn't want to move, but that he couldn't move at all at this time. Yan Zhan's momentum had completely suppressed and locked him.

At the same time, Yan Zhan also realized something was wrong. He only practiced the strongest realm and strongest move of Wulequan in his daily life. Except for when he was first created three years ago, he practiced it in the back mountain one time, but because it affected the hidden dangers in his body, he did not dare to practice again. Therefore, the other two realms were not completely understood and controlled by the last Rushan Realm, and he did not fully realize the tricks, so he could not take it back once he activated it.

He barely moved his fist wind to one side, and a loud bang that rang through the mountains and forests. The two collided violently, and countless purple-red true fires flew everywhere. In front of Yan Zhan's fist, the majestic innate fire true energy had turned into a blazing fist energy from his arm to his fist. With the center of the true fire shield, the faint white ripples spread on the surface of the true fire shield. At this moment, the originally solid fire shield gradually became a little illusory, and it was obviously on the verge of breaking.

The three elders looked at each other and rushed out at the same time. Three figures appeared beside Yan Yuetian. Only then did they truly realize the terror of Yan Zhan's punch. Such a towering aura enveloped them when they came to Yan Yuetian.

He barely nodded to the other three people. The elder felt a little powerless for the first time. This was the most helpless time since he became the elder of the clan thirty years ago. He could not beat him, locked in his momentum, and could not escape, so he could only defend himself passively.

The four of them understood and put their hands on the shoulders of the people on both sides. At the same time, a thick aura gathered from the heads of the four people, barely resisting the momentum of Yan Zhan. The four people shouted loudly at the same time, and the powerful true energy of the body came out of their bodies. Among them, the true energy of Yan Yuetian and the three of them was a surging red color, while the true energy of the elder was a bright golden red color, which seemed to be even more powerful. The true energy of the four people quickly gathered in front of them and condensed into a red and white barrier of qi.

After a few breaths, with a bang, the True Fire Shield turned into white light and dissipated between heaven and earth. Yan Zhan's punch remained unabated, and collided with the Qi barrier of Yan Feng and the other four. It seemed that a hurricane had appeared in the plain. Within ten feet of radius, countless trees were swept up by the hurricane. Yan Tianluo on one side was also affected, and was swept away by the wind. Fortunately, the grass in Zhaoyao Mountain in autumn was half-dried and soft. The flying trees did not hit him, but fell from the air several feet of slight shock. He stood up and took a breath. Yan Tianluo hurriedly ran to the confrontation point of several people.

When he arrived at the scene, the situation was a bit terrible. Several people sat down on the ground. Among them, the four elders, the most miserable clothes were left. At this time, there were only lines of intact clothes left. Among them, the most embarrassing one was the second elder Yan Yuetian. He had been injured in his internal organs before, and his true energy was disordered. At this time, he was also the most embarrassing. The previous battle had already shaken the clothes on his upper body. At this time, even the only remaining clothes wrapped around his lower body became ragged and almost exposed. Although they were sitting cross-legged on the ground to heal the wounds, you can see that they were all holding it in a slight upturned corner of the mouths of the elders and the others.

After half an hour, several people woke up one after another.

The three elders were fine, Yan Yuetian and Yan Zhan both had pale faces. Seeing this, Yan Tianluo hurriedly ran over to support Yan Zhan and said anxiously: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

Yan Zhan just gently touched Yan Tianluo's head, and turned his gaze to the four elders. Yan Tianluo felt something was wrong at this time, as if something unusual was about to happen.

Indeed, for his young age who was only five years old, he had seen a lot of experience. From the martial arts that he had just started to come into contact with, the magical Wulu Fist, to the war that shocked the past and the present, all of which brought great impact to his small mind. However, based on his experiences over the past few days, he seemed to have vaguely guessed what seemed to have happened to Grandpa Yan Zhan. Why did the second elder Yan Yuetian break his legs like his grandfather? What kind of hidden illness does Grandpa have? What happened thirty years ago, and who Guixiang was? These many problems kept wandering in his young mind, and he couldn't figure it out at all.

"Why are you here, Grand Elder?" Yan Yuetian, who was on the side, spoke first, and looked at Yan Feng and the other two in confusion.

"Why are we here?" The elder asked back angrily, and Lazha's beard seemed to be raised. "You have used the spirit spell beads left by the ancestor. If we can't feel such a big noise, we may not be alive to a dog at this age."

"By the way, what did you use Yan Zhan just now?" The third elder next to him suddenly spoke.

When everyone heard this, they turned their attention to Yan Zhan. The hot expectation in their eyes was probably going to melt Yan Zhan.

Looking at the eager faces in front of him, Yan Zhan nodded and said, "Yes, this is my martial arts achievements over the past thirty years, no fist."

After getting Yan Zhan's reply, Yan Feng and the other two suddenly had joy on their faces, while the hope in Yan Yuetian's eyes became more and more prosperous. His eyes turned and he stared at Yan Zhan tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in front of him the next moment.

Some are cautious, not bad, they are just careful. This is the expression of the elder at this moment. It is funny to think about it. Two old men of similar size, one is like a child asking for fruit from his parents, looking at the other timidly.

With this expression, the elder said to Yan Zhan: "Well, Yan Zhan, what level is your Wulu Fist?" After that, he looked at Yan Zhan with the other two elders. Even Yan Yuetian on the side seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, and his eyes looked at Yan Zhan even more eagerly.

After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, Yan Zhan raised his head and said, "If it is divided into the divisions of the clan, whether it is the mind method or the martial arts, it is divided into the fourth level of human, earth, heaven, emperor, martial arts practices, and martial arts moves. With the same level of true qi mind method, users below the sixth level can compete with each other and be classified as human level across a small realm, two small realms are earth level, three small realms are heaven level, and one level of heaven is imperial level."

"Then, Yan Zhan's cultivation level?" Yan Feng asked in confusion. They all knew that Yan Zhan's cultivation level was only the early stage of the fourth level of innate. In this way, his fist crossed the first level of the heaven! He defeated a first-level spiritual spell that was enough to defend against the mid-stage fifth level of martial soul!

After thinking for a moment, Yan Zhan said: "Although my cultivation has been constantly weakened by the sword seal, over the past thirty years, I have had all the time to understand martial arts. The seal with the ability to seal my purple palace makes me unable to condense my martial soul, but I have no ability to stop me from condensing my martial knowledge. Therefore, my martial arts knowledge now has the level of the fifth level of martial soul, and my comprehensive strength is not as good as the late stage of the innate stage, but also the middle stage of the innate stage."

On this side, Yan Zhan and the other five were sitting cross-legged on the ground hundreds of feet away, Lu Qing frowned. He had no fist. He watched the young boy named Yan Tianluo in the past few days. Today, he saw Yan Zhan's full force. Such power actually made Yan Zhan, which seemed to be only equivalent to the cultivation level of the Sword Master Xiaotian, exerted a strength that was comparable to the Sword Sect. Although he only had the power of one punch, it also shocked Lu Qing.

The Heavenly Dao Map! This Fist of Nothing is really derived from the Heavenly Dao Map? Lu Qing was shocked and puzzled.
Chapter completed!