The wind of painting rivers and lakes rises Canglan

Chapter 7

"You two are Uncle Yang's apprentices? Where is he?"

Uncle Yang didn't say a word, and the brothers and sisters couldn't help but feel strange, but Li Xingyun was calm and asked back.

"Are you the King of Hell of the Xuanming Sect?"

"Exactly."

"Those two are your subordinates?"

Li Xingyun pointed at the black and white impermanence on the back of his finger, Jiang Zhaoyi was silent for a while, then said.

"……good."

"So, it's the same for you to repay the debt they owe?"

Jiang Zhaoyi glanced at Li Xingyun, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hehe, that depends on your ability."

Hearing these words, and feeling the aura of Yan Jun in front of him, Li Xingyun secretly concentrated, the Tiangang internal force in his dantian began to rise, and he was about to walk towards Jiang Zhaoyi.

At this time, Zhang Zifan turned his fan across to stop him, and said with a light smile.

"Your injury is just right, I will fight this fight for you.

As he said that, without waiting for Li Xingyun to respond, he took a step forward without saying a word, and just looked at Jiang Zhaoyi confidently.

"who are you?

From the moment he saw the three of them, Yan Jun of Xuanming Sect was perceiving their aura.Luckily for Lu Linxuan, he could be crushed to death with one finger.But the two teenagers, whether it's Li Xingyun or the white-haired man in front of him who doesn't have any information, seem to be like a vast ocean, bottomless.

"No one is worth mentioning."

Although Zhang Zifan said that, everyone understood the meaning.

Just because of him, Jiang Zhaoyi, he is not yet qualified to be named.

"If you want to die, stand aside first, I will come to fulfill you as soon as I kill them both."

Although Jiang Zhaoyi looked tyrannical and cruel, he still had a bit of brains to be able to sit in the position of Lord Yan.Seeing that he was still so calm, Zhang Zifan closed the folding fan in his hand and spoke again.

"I've heard for a long time that you Jiang Yanwang's Flame Dragon Palm is the best in the world..."

"Humph……"

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Zhaoyi thought that the white-haired boy had retreated, but he didn't know that the following words made him fly into a rage.

"But I don't know where it is."

"Do you want to give it a try?" Jiang Zhaoyi's face darkened, and he no longer suppressed his anger in his words.

Zhang Zifan smiled slightly, held a folding fan in his right hand, and respectfully saluted with his hands clasped together.

His actions made Jiang Zhaoyi feel a little bit surprised. Such actions seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw them.

"I hope you will not hesitate to teach me..."

Before the words were finished, Zhang Zifan, who was smiling and polite just now, was already as cold as ice. Taking advantage of the moment of bowing and saluting, he suddenly shot, folding a fan like a sword in his palm, and rushed straight at Jiang Zhaoyi.

"Yan Jun—"

Black and white impermanence never thought that this humble white-haired boy's skill was not inferior to Li Xingyun.

Zhang Zifan held the fan in his right hand, and when he came to Jiang Zhaoyi's eyes, he opened it suddenly, the fan was like a blade, cutting off the air flow, the sharpness was like a sharp sword sweeping towards Yan Jun of the Xuanming sect.

Jiang Zhaoyi also didn't expect the white-haired boy to change his face as soon as he said it, and to make moves so fast, without any morals in the world.Startled, but calmly, his feet paused, and his short and sturdy body was already like a big roc spreading its wings, leaping up in mid-air.

Zhang Zifan missed a move, smiled coldly, and also jumped up, the folding fan in his palm closed again, and stabbed the opponent's chest.The latter was also not to be outdone, he took a deep breath, slammed out a palm, and at the same time forcibly blocked it, raised his right leg, and kicked Baimao's head heavily.

The breath of the two people was long, and between the rise and fall in mid-air, the internal energy was wanton, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten moves had already been passed.

Lu Linxuan stared dumbfounded, while Li Xingyun remained silent.

"So fast!"

"..."

After taking a breath, Zhang Zifan and Jiang Zhaoyi landed on the ground at the same time. They waved their hands in tacit understanding, and with a "bang", they overflowed with energy, cracking even the slightest gaps in the bridge deck they were standing on.

Their skills seemed to be on par, and they didn't continue to fight for their internal strength after facing each other. Instead, they split at the touch of a touch. They each took two steps back and opened up the distance.

The four eyes are facing each other, like fire like torches.

When the two were fighting against each other, Li Xingyun stood silently behind Lu Linxuan, most of his energy was spent on guarding against the impermanence of black and white behind him, but he did not miss every move in front of him.

He vaguely felt that Zhang Zifan's martial arts might be more than that simple.

On the other side, Black and White Wuchang watched the bridge for a long time. Bai Wuchang was eager to help Jiang Zhaoyi, but he was secretly stopped by Heiwuchang beside him.The former glanced at him puzzled, but Hei Wuchang just shook his head slightly without any explanation, and she, who had great trust in her brother, stopped insisting.

Everyone's eyes were focused, Jiang Zhaoyi looked at Zhang Zifan coldly, the latter also opened the folding fan in his hand with a sneer, and shook it gently.

"Young man, your martial arts style is very strange, which sect is it?"

Jiang Zhaoyi's martial arts was tempered in the battlefield, with strong murderous aura and fierce moves, it can be said to be the best in the world, and there are few opponents.But the young white-haired boy in front of him, whether it was a murderous look or a move, made him feel tricky and...familiar!
"Hey, it's up to you to find out by yourself."

"Hmph, arrogant!"

None of the Xuanming Sect members had a good temper, and Jiang Zhaoyi was no exception.For many years, he has been rampant in the rivers and lakes, which has made him fearless against any opponent, let alone a boy who is less than half his age.

After he finished speaking, his eyes widened, an extremely dangerous blazing energy burst out from the air holes all over his body, and the right hand carried behind his back suddenly swung out, and a powerful palm force had already pierced through the air.

Standing between Li Xingyun and Zhang Zifan, Lu Linxuan felt shortness of breath. It seemed that the moment Jiang Zhaoyi struck, the surrounding air was burned, squeezed, and twisted by his palm.

"Wow" sound!
Faced with such a terrifying palm force, Zhang Zifan calmly raised the fan in his hand, a soft and dense internal force was like an invisible blade, lightly cutting into the palm with the most blazing aura, breaking this move in the simplest and quickest way.

Jiang Zhaoyi narrowed his eyes, a dangerous red light burst out from both eyes, and the other left hand came first, and when Zhang Zifan blocked his right palm with the fan, it slammed heavily towards the opponent's heart.

If the palm of the hand is serious, if it is real, it can blast a big hole in Zhang Zifan's chest.

But the palm of the white-haired young man who had been hiding behind the fan also moved at the same time, and the awe-inspiring vigor burst out, which was completely different from the feminine skill just now, and he fought against Jiang Zhaoyi's internal strength without fear.Bursts of thunder rumbled on the stone bridge, and the two of them exchanged dozens of palms one after another under the horrified gazes of everyone around them. Their moves, palms to the flesh, and internal energy burst out, forcing Xuan Ming, who was lacking in martial arts, to The congregation and Lu Linxuan retreated step by step.

Seeing that his junior sister couldn't resist the aftermath of the fight between the two, Li Xingyun took a step forward and pulled her to his side.

Looking at the inseparable two people, he has already seen through the seven or eight eight in his heart.

"This kid's martial arts... are not inferior to mine..."

Li Xingyun was secretly trying to figure it out, when he suddenly felt a tight grip in his hand, and when he lowered his head, he saw Lu Linxuan's face was extremely nervous.

"Junior Sister, protect yourself, I'll help him!"

With that said, he was about to step forward.After Zhang Zifan's righteous action, he has seen through Jiang Zhaoyi's martial arts foundation, and he is confident that he can take down this Zhaosheng Yanjun in Xuanming Sect.

At this moment, two ghostly figures flashed, and Black and White Impermanence appeared in front of and behind them as if floating, blocking his way forward and back.

"Little friend, they are having a good time playing, so it's better not to bother them."

"If you want to play, we will accompany you." Bai Wuchang squinted his eyes and licked his cherry lips, his eyes fixed on Li Xingyun, and Hei Wuchang's face was even more gloomy, secretly running the corpse poison, ready to use his unique skills as soon as he made a move .

"It's good enough for both of you?"

After the last fight, Li Xingyun has clearly understood that as long as he doesn't get poisoned carelessly, these two big enemies in front of him are not his perfect enemies.

"Yo, you were lucky to win once and you went crazy. Last time we were careless, this time..."

"Xuan Ling, don't talk nonsense to him!"

Compared with Bai Wuchang, Hei Wuchang knew better in his heart that his brother and sister's skills were not as good as each other's, so they went all out when they made a move.Moreover, with the secret method of dual cultivation, the internal power of the two people was connected and exploded several times.

The original blue-black corpse poison even faintly reveals a strange purple awn, which is extremely mysterious.

Even if Li Xingyun's skills far surpassed the two of them, he was actually stopped by the black and white impermanence under the circumstances of being afraid and worried about the junior sister around him.

A stone bridge, two battlefields, Lu Linxuan could only lean on one side, stomping his feet worriedly.At this time, she finally realized that her martial arts were humble, and she couldn't help but regret why she didn't practice well when she was in the sword cottage.At the same time, several members of the Xuanming sect quietly touched behind Lu Linxuan, picked up the scimitar in their hands with cold eyes, and slashed fiercely at the slender girl without the slightest pity.

It's a pity that Lu Linxuan's lack of martial arts is compared to Jiang Zhaoyi and Black and White Impermanence. Facing these little guys, her little star skill at the rank is more than enough.

The sneak attack from behind was clearly detected by her, the broken sword swiped several times in her palm, even the Qinglian sword song was useless, and she knocked down the Xuanming sect members with three blows, some fell on the bridge, Some turned over and fell into the river directly.

Lu Linxuan returned the sword into the sheath in a chic posture, and glanced at the defeated kid with disdain.

"Hey, just because you shrimp soldiers and crab generals want to fish in troubled waters!"

On the other side, in the most intense battle, Jiang Zhaoyi was more and more surprised by Zhang Zifan's martial arts.He has raised his skill to [-]%, and his blazing masculine vigor is overflowing, enough to overwhelm [-]% of the masters in the arena, but he can't take down the white-haired boy in front of him.

What made him even more unbelievable was that Zhang Zifan hadn't used his real skills so far, and had always dealt with him with folding fans in his hands and ordinary fists and kicks.

Just as the two of them clashed fists and palms again and each retreated, Zhang Zifan smiled provocatively.

"The Hades of the Xuanming Sect is nothing more than that. Is this your famous Yanlong Palm? It makes me feel a warm breeze."

"You alone are not worthy of letting me use the Flame Dragon Palm."

Jiang Zhaoyi narrowed his eyes, his whole body revealed a more dangerous aura than before, and the air around him was constantly distorted, as if he was going to ignore everything else and activate his ten-success power.

"Beware of flashing your tongue when you say big words."

After all, Zhang Zifan sent the fan softly in his hand, as if he sensed the change of energy in the opponent's meridians, and dodged the opponent's palm strength one step ahead of time.

He didn't know the root of his lightness kung fu, but he seemed to be better than anyone present, his whole body was like a feather in the air, with the help of his fiery palm, he floated into the air.

This scene made Jiang Zhaoyi, who took two steps back to dispel the softness of Zhang Zifan's face, frowned. This feeling of powerlessness, as if punching the air with all his strength, gave him a sense of foreboding.

At this moment, the folding fan, which had always been shown with a blank side, was suddenly turned over by a slender palm, revealing the other side of Zhang Zifan's identity that had been hidden until now.

I saw the white-haired boy floating in mid-air with a smile on his face. In the middle of the folding fan in his palm was printed a ring composed of more than a hundred flowers of various kinds. Inside the ring was printed the word "文" in official script.

Jiang Zhaoyi's eyes widened when he saw this scene, and finally remembered why the white-haired boy in front of him was so familiar.

"This is……?"

Just as he was stunned, Zhang Zifan swung the folding fan lightly, penetrating with gentle force, and five long golden needles flew out of the fan bone made of fine steel.

I don't know if it was God's will or what, but the fog that had been covering the stone bridge all this time suddenly dissipated, and the sunlight from the sky shone down, shining brightly on the golden needles in mid-air, which was extremely moving.

Under Lu Linxuan's obsessed gaze, the golden needles underwent incredible changes. The five needlepoints flying halfway seemed to be alive. After absorbing the sunlight and mist, each of them bloomed into a thorny golden flower.

The five golden flowers shone with fragments of light, spinning two forwards and three backwards, piercing Jiang Zhaoyi's face.

The Zhaosheng Yanjun, who had always had a calm face, turned pale with shock when he saw the golden flower in front of him.

He forcibly mobilized all the power in his body, and he didn't dare to hold back any more. He abruptly moved his short and sturdy body to the side, and avoided the first two golden flowers within a few inches of landing.

"Chi Chi" twice!
Seemingly beautiful, the slender and delicate golden flowers are stuck on the capitals of the stone bridge, as relaxed and comfortable as piercing into the soil.

The golden flower represented his own identity, and since Zhang Zifan dared to reveal it with this hidden weapon technique, he was naturally full of confidence in it.

It was also in his calculation that Jiang Zhaoyi was able to dodge the first two, because in this case, he would not be able to dodge the last three.

If you can't hide, you can only force it!
As the Zhao Sheng Yan Jun of the Xuanming Sect, Jiang Zhaoyi finally showed his unique skills in martial arts at this time.

I saw his eyes wide open, he took a lunge to hold his body, stood on the bridge, and let out a sharp shout, the ten success power in the meridians burst out instantly.

Under the surge of energy, the air in both palms was actually ignited by it, turning into a crimson flame and congealing in front of him, blocking the three golden flowers piercing his chest in the air.

Amidst the sound of surprise, Zhang Zifan closed his folding fan, stabilized his figure in mid-air, and landed slowly.

Seeing that Jiang Zhaoyi was able to stop the golden needle in the air, and also keep the golden needle suspended in the air, he couldn't help but secretly amazed.

"...is this the Flame Dragon Palm?"

(End of this chapter)