Demon Eye Shura

"It's almost noon, I have to speed up!"

Zhuo Yifan exhaled lightly, his body bounced up like a flying leopard, his bones resounded violently, and his footsteps suddenly stepped on the tree trunk in the forest.

The wind beside my ears was like thunder, whistling across, blowing short black hair swaying in the wind, like a falcon's sharp eyes fixed on the position of home.

Running to the appointment can be regarded as a warm-up before the battle.The blood in his chest was crazily flowing through his whole body under the beating of his heart.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan's speed is maintained at an average of 30 meters per breath, which is 210 miles in half an hour, which is more than three times faster than when he came here, and he is constantly trying to break through the speed limit.Speed ​​is an important weapon in battle!

call!call!call!

"This is the speed of a top-grade intermediate soul! Zhuo Guanying... just wait for me..."

Superior soul quality not only determines the path of future practice, but also lays the foundation for body functions.

It's like a person with a middle-grade soul and a person with a high-grade soul, both of the same age, without any training or practice.People with high soul quality tend to move faster, have greater strength, and react faster and more quickly.

"With magic pupils, my future has infinite possibilities. When the time comes, let's see who disdains whom. I will expel all those chickens and dogs!"

Zhuo Yifan opened his arms, like a roc spreading its wings, and flew towards the Zhuo family in Chihua City...

Vientiane Square, which means all-encompassing, is the place where the Zhuo family's disciples gather for training on weekdays.

The two factions of the Zhuo family, more than a hundred men and women, stood on both sides of the square, making a lot of noise.

boom!boom!boom! ...

The gongs and drums shook the sky, making the surroundings suddenly silent, and the colorful flags fluttered on this important occasion, creating an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

And on the high platforms on the left and right sides of the arena, there were two old men sitting respectively, Zhuo Wenzhan and Zhuo Wentian who came to watch the battle with bandages on.

The battle was about to start, and the gongs, drums, and colorful flags created an atmosphere, and everyone felt a little uneasy, especially the leftists who belonged to Zhuo Wentian, who were even more anxious, and everyone was burning with anxiety.

Noon was approaching, and according to the agreement, if Zhuo Yifan didn't show up again, Zhuo Guanying would be judged to be the winner.

At that time, the left wing of the Zhuo family will completely collapse!

"Brother, the time is almost up, isn't your good grandson coming?" Zhuo Wenzhan seemed to be reminding, but in fact he was mocking.

"Nimma, shut up! I'm already annoying enough! I don't even have any concentration, and I still have to unify my yarn!"

Being scolded by Zhuo Wentian irritably, Zhuo Wenzhan's already pale face turned even more livid, and he snorted coldly in a low voice: "Hmph, I want to see how the dog in the water will go and come back. What's the change? Even if he can resist me, he can still resist the Sanxuanfu Realm!"

"I heard that young master Yifan and the master said that he is sure of victory? He has always followed his word, and he will do what he says. Even if he loses, he will not run away."

"I think he's just scared and doesn't dare to come, so pack up and leave as soon as possible."

The people on Zhuo Wenzhan's side started to laugh, full of sarcasm and playfulness, this time, it was Zhuo Wentian's turn to turn pale.

"Fan'er, where are you? You should be there soon... Come quickly..."

Zhuo Hanlan closed her eyes and concentrated, praying that her son would show up soon.

"Grandpa, it's almost noon, it's really a pity. If grandpa is willing to admit defeat now, I can still guarantee that grandpa will enjoy his old age in peace." Zhuo Guanying was ecstatic, and he didn't bother to fight with a trash. It also saves a lot of punching and kicking.

Hearing this, Zhuo Wentian's face twitched, and he was furious: This guy is so vicious, how dare he let me down in public!

"Zhuo Guanying, it's too early for you to say this. Aren't you afraid of slapping yourself in the face? A bitch is a bitch, hypocritical..."

Just as he was about to echo and reprimand a few words, the familiar voice passed by everyone's ears, like a warm current, more like thunder.

Squinting his eyes at the figure flying up to the square, Zhuo Wentian had a faint smile on his face, and let out a long sigh of relief: This child, I am so anxious to death...

"Huh? This Zhuo family's drowning dog really dares to come out? Then I have to make a move. Since you don't want to be a healthy person, I have to fulfill you." Zhuo Guanying stared at the ragged boy in front of him, sneered in his heart, He shook his head slightly, "What's the trouble, brother Yifan? If you don't come, no one will blame you."

"Hehehe, it's broken. Young people nowadays don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, but they know how to be brave." Zhuo Wenzhan taunted.

"Hmph, it's just a certain young man tidied up some ignorant old things, and now he's still suffering from internal injuries and is covered in bandages. I think it will be a matter of time before he sees his grandson." Come on, for some reason, he was full of confidence in his grandson, he raised his legs and rolled his eyes at Zhuo Wenzhan, and smiled lightly.

There was something in these words, clearly scolding himself, the angry Zhuo Wen rushed straight into his heart, cursed in a low voice like a pig's liver, and sneered gloatingly: "Puppy in the water, look how you are after this battle Become an idiot!"

"I'm really sorry. I spent four days fighting spirit beasts in the Qingyang Mountains. I just spent half an hour rushing back. It's a bit over budget. If you want to fight, fight quickly. After the fight, it's useless to go."

Zhuo Yifan ignored those angry eyes, smiled at Zhuo Wentian and his mother, and said flatly.

"Are you joking? The Qingyang Mountains are at least two hundred miles away from here!"

"Half an hour? Let's blow it! Then his speed must be at least about 30 meters in one breath, right? It's impossible if you haven't reached the Sanxuan Palace."

Someone immediately shook his head and vetoed it.

"If you are arrogant enough, then you should use all your abilities, otherwise you won't even have a chance to make a move!"

Zhuo Guanying finally couldn't control the murderous aura surging in his heart, the pale yellow spiritual power suddenly gushed out from his body, magnificent like a long river, the aura of the two punches superimposed, and a depressing and amazing aura erupted between the fists and palms.

The spiritual power was condensed into the prototype of the blade, and it made a sharp sound as if it pierced through the air.

King-level low-level spiritual skill: Iron Front Fist!

Ah!

Some people closed their eyes, and even some timid maids who came to watch screamed.

The yellow spiritual power turned into a sharp sword light on the fist, and stabbed away aggressively.

"It's so vicious! It's aimed at my dantian! Do you want to abolish me? How can I let you succeed!" With a strange leaning over, Zhuo Yifan focused his energy and drew a strange arc.

After avoiding the vital point, he immediately stretched out his iron fist and slammed into it. With this punch, Zhuo Yifan did not hold back the slightest hand, and fully exerted his strength to the extreme.

Facing opponents in the Sanxuan Palace, he must do his best.

"Oh!"

Fighting with fists and arms, the clanging sound that can only be made by the handover of weapons resounded through the square, and everyone's eyes were in disbelief.

What the hell happened!

Zhuo Wentian looked very carefully this time, he also seemed to find that there seemed to be some tricks on his grandson's two arms, but he watched quietly, and his heart blossomed.

After they collided, both of them took a few steps back. The counterattack force of the iron arm obviously caused Zhuo Guanying a lot of pain. Zhuo Guanying's Iron Front Fist had a strong penetrating power. Yifan still felt internal trauma.

In the first fist fight between the two sides, neither of them took advantage, and both sides suffered losses.

Even so, the surrounding Zhuo family were still taken aback.

"Second Young Master is actually able to compete with the realm of Sanxuan Mansion? In just four days! Is his realm really that high?"

"Excellent! It seems that the result of this game is open to discussion."

Those concubine children who were unhappy with Zhuo Yifan on weekdays all had their eyes lit up, and their blood was rolling when they saw it.

"I didn't expect you to be able to resist my Iron Fist?" Zhuo Guanying's sloppy look disappeared, and he became serious, "You must have learned a magic skill that can harden your arms. Can you compete against me with this?"

"contend?"

Zhuo Yifan stared at Zhuo Guanying and raised an index finger and shook it from side to side, "No, no, no, you are wrong, it's not me competing with you. It's my next move, and I can defeat you!"

This sentence immediately caused an uproar, everyone stared at Zhuo Yifan with wide eyes.I wondered if this kid had some kind of adventure in the Qingyang Mountains?How arrogant!Even if it is the same level as Zhuo Guanying's Sanxuan Mansion Realm, there is no guarantee that he will be defeated by one move.

Zhuo Wentian stared closely at the audience, with indescribable tension in his eyes: Is it really possible to make a move?