Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1796 Reversing the Situation and Reporting Your Identity
  "That's right. No matter how hard you fight in the ring today, it's like killing someone."

"Quiet quiet!"

The soldiers and generals who maintained order on the field shouted at the top of their lungs and formed a line to resist the crowd that was rushing forward.

"This arena is very interesting today. It's more exciting than what I saw a few days ago!"

"Yes, it's not in vain."

The tight sound of gongs and drums sounded again and again.

The ring competition continues.

Zhang Yan changed his tactics.

He reached for the God-killing Spear.

He had to wait for the young man in white to move first and observe his movements before using his strength.

But after a few rounds, Zhang Yan found that he couldn't master the skills of the boy in white.

The bottom plate on the opposite side is extremely stable, and the internal strength is not shallow. Using a fan is as smooth as using a sword.

The fan quickly flew over Zhang Yan's hair at the temples, and Zhang Yan saw that his loose hair hanging by his ears was cut off.

The young man took back his fan and turned around.

Zhang Yan couldn't see through the expression in the other person's eyes.

This situation made Zhang Yan uneasy.

If he can't get through this round, he doesn't have to play the next round.

Zhang Yan's god-killing spear blocked the boy's flying fan.

Turning around, Zhang Yan quickly ran after the fan.

The boy's fan was caught in Zhang Yan's hand.

"Shh".

Zhang Yan opened the fan and looked through it carefully.

"It's nothing special."

"give me back."

The young man in white had a serious expression and his whole body became cold.

"Why do you think you are so murderous?"

Now that the advantage was back in Zhang Yan's hands, Zhang Yan naturally would not miss this opportunity and asked the boy in white with great interest.

"Say it again! Come back!"

The boy in white seemed a little angry.

Zhang Yan narrowed his eyes, why was this way of speaking so familiar.

"call out"

The boy in white flew over and wanted to grab it. Zhang Yan threw away the God-killing Spear and blocked the outstretched hand of the young man in white.

The fan was hidden behind Zhang Yan's other hand.

The boy in white is no less powerful without the fan.

Every move was caught in Zhang Yan's palm, and the two of them started fighting.

"Wow."

The audience outside the stadium screamed again.

White-faced fans flew around the field.

Zhang Yan started beating him with the fan of the boy in white.

The boy in white frowned sharply. He kept chasing Zhang Yan trying to get the fan back.

This palm came and was pushed back by Zhang Yan.

The boy in white used his leg to hit Zhang Yan on the arm.

Zhang Yan was in pain and pushed to the ground.

The boy in white took this opportunity to fly over and snatch the fan hanging from Zhang Yan's hand.

"Thinking too much."

Zhang Yan kicked up the God-killing Spear next to him.

The boy in white slapped the God-killing Spear with his palm.

Zhang Yan took the opportunity to fight back, and the white-faced fan flew out.

The boy in white immediately snatched the fan back.

He used his inner strength to control the fan, causing it to fly towards Zhang Yan again.

Zhang Yan quickly picked up the God-killing Spear in a hurry.

With a "touch", the white jade carved on the fan was shattered.

The boy in white quickly put the fan back.

Zhang Yan and the boy in white both fell to the ground.

"How long will this round last?"

"I've been watching here all afternoon, me too."

"How can they fight so well?"

"who are you?"

This was the first time for Zhang Yan to meet such a troublesome player, and every aspect of the player gave him a sense of familiarity.

(End of this chapter)