Tuxian Road

The man on the left is muscular and, despite his short stature, appears short and dapper.A sackcloth with several strings of white beads on it, and a unicorn pattern embroidered on the sleeves, which looks a bit nondescript. This person is Lei Wanxi.

Lei Wanxi can also be regarded as a leader among the younger generation of Feitian sect monks. He has entered the initial stage of the late Yuanying stage for many years, and it seems that there is a possibility of breakthrough at any time.This person was as famous as Lin Jingnan in the past, and he has made countless contributions to the Feitian faction.

The monk on the right is tall and burly, with broad shoulders.A pair of thick eyebrows looked extremely rough, and a pair of big eyes cast a sharp gaze.The face is sharp and angular, quite manly.This person is Mo Jinyang, who is as famous as Lei Wanxi and Lin Jingnan, and his cultivation has also stepped into the initial level of Nascent Soul Middle Stage for many years.

Because the two belonged to the senior members of the younger generation of monks of the Feitian sect, and all the monks present were at the beginning of the late Yuanying period and below, so when the two appeared, the other monks became respectful.Because he was not afraid of the two of them, Feng Fan didn't take the initiative to give way.Even though Feng Fan had accepted the teachings of the two of them several times back then, because he was far away from the Golden Moon Ancient Country, the meeting between Feng Fan and the two of them was almost extremely rare.

Because the two had been performing missions outside some time ago and only recently returned to the Feitian faction, they didn't know anything about what happened to the Feitian faction recently.Hearing that Lin Jingnan gave up the position of head, the two who had just returned rushed to sign up.

"Go away!" Mo Jinyang roared when he saw a strange mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator blocking the way, and at the same time swung his right fist, and slammed Feng Fan hard.Before the punch arrived, a gust of wind struck first.

"Looking for death!" Feng Fan swung his right fist to meet him. Although he didn't show his full strength, he also showed the strength equivalent to that of a monk at the initial stage of Dacheng. With a sound of "pa", Feng Fan's body trembled, but he didn't back down at all.But Mo Jinyang's body trembled violently, and then he took a few steps back, feeling bursts of unforgettable pain from his right fist.

"Early Dacheng initial-level monk? You can actually display the strength equivalent to the early Dacheng 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 strong aura suddenly emanated, and circles of strange black light lingered around his right fist.It turns out that since Lei Wanxi stepped into the world of self-cultivation, he has been cultivating both dharma and body.

Seeing that Feng Fan, as a monk at the peak level in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, was able to display the strength equivalent to that of the initial level monk at the early stage of Dacheng, Lei Wanxi was shocked, and at the same time, he also had the idea of ​​fighting Feng Fan.

Although Lei Wanxi's right fist emanated a powerful force, Feng Fan looked calm and slowly raised his right fist to meet him. With a "bang", Lei Wanxi's body trembled slightly, and a look of extreme pain flashed across his face.

"This person has actually practiced body training **, and as an initial-level monk in the late-stage Nascent Soul, he can display the strength equivalent to a peak-level monk in the late-stage Nascent Soul!" Feng Fan whispered in his heart.Apart from being slightly numb to his right fist, he didn't feel anything else. Although the opponent's right fist pass was powerful, it was completely neutralized by Feng Fan.

"Exercising **! This kid must have also practiced exercising **." The feeling of pain piercing the bone marrow from his fist made this elite monk of the Feitian sect whisper in his mind a little stunned.

Because although Feng Fan can display the strength equivalent to that of a monk at the initial stage of Dacheng, but this kind of direct physical contact, Lei Wanxi claims to be able to display the peak level of strength in the late stage of Nascent Soul with a tyrannical body, it will not be possible 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.Seeing Feng Fan's calm expression, the suspicion in Lei Wanxi's heart dissipated instantly.

Lei Wanxi backed away quickly, and then waved his fists with a solemn expression. Black winds swept around, and the color of his fists became darker.With the expansion of the black wind, it finally turned into a miniature black dragon.A manic aura swarmed out, creating a huge coercion, and the surrounding monks at the Nascent Soul Stage retreated one after another, with traces of fear showing on their faces.

"Do you dare to use your fist to catch the black dragon that I transformed into a fist? Instead of using talismans or ancient treasures?" Lei Wanxi suddenly frowned and asked.

"Why don't you dare!" Feng Fan raised his right fist, condensed a large amount of true energy in it, and at the same time operated the body forging to the extreme.

"Go!" Lei Wanxi whispered, and then swung his right fist. The miniature black dragon transformed from the fist rushed towards Fengfan, and at the same time it soared on the way. When it approached Fengfan, it turned into a long, thick dragon. Such as the waist of a dragon.The black dragon bared its teeth and danced its claws, showing incomparably ferocious and domineering.

Feng Fan waved his right fist and went forward without fear. There was a loud sound of "wave", when the black giant dragon and Feng Fan's right fist collided, countless black lights swarmed out, enveloping Feng Fan's fist.

"Crackling..." Countless ear-piercing loud noises came out, and the huge black dragon opened its mouth and bit Feng Fan's right fist into its mouth.Lei Wanxi's face paled a little after sending out this punch. This punch not only consumed a huge amount of real energy, but also consumed a lot of spiritual consciousness.In one day, Lei Wanxi could only throw three punches at most.This kind of fist is so powerful that it can even leapfrog challenges.

Under the bite of Lei Wanxi's punch turned into a black dragon, Feng Fan's right fist felt extremely painful.With Feng Fan's mind moving, countless true energy gushed out, forming a thin blue shield around his right fist, and the stinging pain was instantly relieved.

Although the giant black dragon launched an extremely violent attack, its size was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.Not only that, but the color of the black dragon also quickly became dim.

"Explosion!" Seeing that the aura of the black dragon transformed from fist gang weakened rapidly, Lei Wanxi showed a hint of madness and unwillingness on his face. With his low cry, the black dragon exploded instantly.An extremely violent and domineering force raged and galloped towards the surroundings, as if it wanted to destroy everything around it.

With Feng Fan's mind moving, the hastily formed shield of true essence shattered under the impact of this huge force before it could exert its full effect.The remaining power charged fiercely towards Feng Fan, a layer of purple mask instantly appeared on Feng Fan's body, and the inner armor refined from the seventh-class sea beast suddenly formed a layer of defense.

With a sound of "stab", the purple mask was also mercilessly torn apart, and the little remaining power leaned directly on Feng Fan. With a sound of "Zheng", when the miniature black dragon slammed into Feng Fan's right shoulder hard, it made a crisp sound.

"This person's body is so hard. After my fist burst, I couldn't hurt him at all!" Lei Wanxi heard the piercing sound of the black dragon hitting the opponent, and at the same time swept the opponent with his spiritual sense. After crossing Fengfan, he found that his opponent was not harmed at all, and he was extremely shocked.

"Use whatever means you can!" Feng Fan said domineeringly.

Lei Wanxi waved his fist, waves of ripples gushed out, and quickly condensed into a somewhat illusory red fist shadow.As the fist shadow expanded, raging fires ignited around the fist shadow, and at the same time the fist shadow became extremely solid.Lei Wanxi swung his right fist fiercely, and the shadow of the fist shot out, rushing towards Fengfan with boundless heat.

With a single swing of Feng Fan's fist, a silver-white fist shadow flew out, and a burst of icy breath shot out, causing the blazing heat brought by Lei Wanxi's burning fist shadow to suddenly cool down a lot.

With a loud "boom", two fist shadows that were one foot square slammed into each other fiercely, violent fluctuations of spiritual power surged towards the surroundings, and some monks subconsciously opened the shield of true essence.After the huge fluctuation of spiritual power rushed to the surroundings, it brought countless muffled sounds.The silver-white shadow of the fist turned into thousands of points of ice light, entangled and fought fiercely with the flaming fire fist on the opposite side.

With the contraction of the ten-thousand-point ice light, 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 it seemed as if the fire fist was about to be sealed by ten thousand points of ice light.

"Explosion!" With Lei Wanxi's shout, the fire fist surrounded by ice light exploded violently.The Fire Fist and Ice Glow connected to the minds of the two disappeared without a trace within a few breaths, Feng Fan looked normal, but Lei Wanxi groaned, his body trembled, and he adjusted his breath several times before he barely returned to his original state.

The surrounding monks were all shocked in their hearts, Lei Wanxi's forging body is extremely powerful, which is well known in the Feitian sect, but he didn't expect that when he met Feng Fan today, he seemed to be obviously at a disadvantage in the competition.

The Nascent Soul stage monks in the Feitian Temple had a new understanding of Feng Fan's strength. They originally thought that Feng Fan was just a superb cultivation base, but they didn't expect his body to be so powerful, because the two of them just competed with fists.

"You can be proud of me for being able to perform 'Ten Thousand Fist Returning to the Sect'." Lei Wanxi stared at Feng Fan, his face as cold as ice, and his murderous words lingered in everyone's ears.

"Ten thousand fists return to the sect, the elder brother actually wants to use this kind of secret technique, it seems that the next one will be extremely exciting!"

"That's right. It's said that senior brother hasn't used this kind of secret technique for many years, and this kind of secret technique has a lot of damage to the consciousness. It won't be possible for the consciousness to fully recover within ten days after using it."

"It is said that the senior brother returned to the sect with ten thousand fists and killed high-ranking monks."

"I don't know if Feng Fan can stop this time."

"It seems that the senior brother has made a real fuss this time."

"Even though Feng Fan is physically strong, he can't resist this kind of secret technique unless he uses talismans or ancient treasures." . . . . .Hearing the words "Wan Quan Gui Zong", there was a lot of discussion below, and the three real people in Feitian Hall who were in charge of signing up, Huan Yue, Tai Qing, and Xu Hua, also watched intently, with expressions of interest on their faces.