Special flower guard king

Chapter 702

If Ning Fei was asked to put a label on Po Qianjun, Ning Fei would definitely think that he is a very "style" person.

Pretentious fan.

This goatee will always look like an outsider, with an air of contempt for the world in every gesture. The way he looked at Ning Fei earlier made Ning Fei feel very uncomfortable, as if Ning Fei was In his eyes, he was just like a little furry child.

This is a very proud person, but in fact, the other party also has arrogant capital.

In the world of cultivation, even the Qingcheng faction, one of the four major sects, Lan Xukong is only at the peak of the late stage of aura transformation, and this goatee is a master at the peak of the late stage of aura transformation.

There is only one step away from the spiritual transformation.The last time he fought Wuxing, Ning Fei had a deep understanding of the horror of a master of spiritual energy transformation. He also began to understand that if Lan Yingxue was his enemy, he could even kill him instantly!
A cultivation like a goatee, in a small sect in the cultivation world, is the existence of a peak master, why is the other party not arrogant?
Only this time, the goatee obviously kicked the iron plate. His strength is indeed very strong, but he met Lan Yingxue who was even stronger than him!
The speed at which the goatee broke through the thousand army was indeed very fast. Ning Fei only saw a phantom, and the broken thousand army had already arrived in front of Lan Yingxue. Passing through the boundless dark clouds, hitting the yellow dragon directly, as if penetrating the world, with momentum like a rainbow and momentum like a broken bamboo.

Break a thousand armies, break a thousand armies!
As soon as Lan Yingxue's figure flickered, she was already out of the range of Po Qianjun's attack.

The expression on Po Qianjun's face froze instantly.

He didn't take Lan Yingxue seriously at all. He even felt that letting himself fight with a little girl was an insult to himself. In addition, he couldn't feel the aura in Lan Yingxue's body, so he naturally regarded her as a He had mistaken ordinary people, but now he found that he was wrong.

He is confident in his speed and the punch he swung. He believes that as long as he can hit the target, Lan Yingxue will definitely disappear from this world completely, but he will not have any psychological pressure, because he is Entrusted by others, even if it is difficult to destroy flowers, it will not hesitate.

But now, Lan Yingxue dodged his attack easily, as if his overwhelming attack was like a child's play in the eyes of the other party.

This is the real insult to him!

"You're too slow." A cold voice rang in his ears, and immediately after, he felt a sharp pain in his right cheek, and he took a few steps back before barely standing still.

Lan Yingxue still stood where she was, her two feet were stepping on the same spot as before, Po Qianjun began to wonder if she was hallucinating just now, maybe the other party just didn't move?

However, the sharp pain coming from his cheek clearly told him that the opponent moved, but the speed was too fast, and after the attack was over, he quickly retreated to the position he was standing before.

"You...you are also a cultivator?" Po Qianjun said with a trembling voice.

Lan Yingxue smiled noncommittally: "I have no obligation to answer your question."

Although Lan Yingxue did not admit it, Po Qianjun knew that his guess must be correct. If the other party was not a cultivator, how could his speed be so abnormal?However, Po Qianjun also didn't understand. If the other party was really a cultivator, why couldn't he feel the aura on the other party's body?
Suddenly, he came to his senses.

Just because I can't feel the aura in the opponent's body, it doesn't necessarily mean that the opponent is not a cultivator. There is also a possibility, a frightening possibility: the opponent's strength is superior to my own!
Po Qianjun couldn't accept this fact, he felt that maybe he was thinking too much, but this kind of consolation seemed to be a kind of self-deception.

Po Qianjun is a very proud person. He comes from a small sect, the Backer Sect. He is an elder-level figure. If it is not because he has devoted himself to cultivation, then he is the suzerain of the Backer Sect. The disciples, in the Backing Mountain Sect, even the current Sect Master, would have to respectfully give way to him when he saw him.

He is an elder, but in the entire Backer Sect, no one dares not to give him face, he is the invisible head.

But this time he felt insulted.It's a huge insult, the cultivation he is most proud of dares to be inferior to a girl in her twenties, what's the matter?
"Who the hell are you!" Po Qianjun was quite hysterical.

"Like I said, I'm not obligated to answer your question." Lan Yingxue's smile looked very flat and calm.

In the stands, many people also saw the way.

They all put away their previous contempt. Both Lan Yingxue and Po Qianjun are top experts. Although they are not cultivators, they can't see Lan Yingxue and Po Qianjun clearly when they fight, but At the very least, they know that these two are masters, and they can't even imagine masters.

Mo Fengyun stood under the stage with beads of sweat on his forehead.His two hands were tightly clenched together, his brows were wrinkled, and his lips were almost bitten.

"Who is this woman?" Mo Fengyun squinted his eyes, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and muttered to himself.

At the same time, the Po Qianjun moved again.His fist style is very domineering, almost like the momentum of thunder.

The fist wind gusts, and the few people close to the ring can't help but close their eyes. The fist wind makes their eyes hurt, and even their cheeks feel like being cut by the cold wind mixed with ice and snow.

Lan Yingxue frowned slightly. Although she had confidence in herself, she didn't dare to underestimate her opponent too much, so when Po Qianjun rushed to her, she had already reacted quickly, her hands condensed A cloud of spiritual energy smashed towards Po Qianjun.

Po Qianjun's domineering punch was forcibly knotted by Lan Yingxue, but before Po Qianjun could be surprised, a horrified expression appeared on his face. He was shocked to find that Lan Yingxue's fist seemed to contain With a strong suction, he pulled his body closer to the opponent.

Po Qianjun wanted to stabilize his figure, but he found that in the face of the strong suction, his aura could not play a vital role at all.

A strange scene appeared.

Lan Yingxue and Po Qianjun's fists clashed together, Lan Yingxue took a step back, Po Qianjun had to take a step forward, and many people in the stands felt that this was simply a farce.

"Are they making a movie? This acting is too fake!" The man in the red jacket said dissatisfiedly, he threw the cigarette butt in his hand aside, stomped it out with his toe, and said indignantly.

"Shut up!" The man in the brown suit glared at him angrily, "Stop showing off your ignorance!"

"I'm ignorant?" The man in the red jacket was furious, "Don't let me save you, you don't know what's good or bad?"

"Hmph." The man in the brown suit snorted coldly, and his eyes fell on the ring again. His eyes became fiery. He is also a martial arts fan, a crazy fan. Although he didn't know, Lan Yingxue and Po Just how powerful Qian Jun is, but he knows that these two people are definitely not acting.

With a sound of "Boom", the Po Qianjun was sent flying by Lan Yingxue, but this was just the beginning, Lan Yingxue didn't intend to make it too easy for Po Qianjun, she stepped lightly, as light as a swan goose He had already flew out, caught up with Po Qianjun who flew out first, stretched out his hand and grabbed Po Qianjun's wrist, and then his body quickly moved towards the opponent, and his knee hit the opponent's chest heavily. In fact, at this time Lan Yingxue also used Po Qianjun's body to cover her, and condensed a ball of spiritual energy from an angle that no one could see, and slammed Po Qianjun's abdomen hard.

Po Qianjun fell on the rope, and following the elasticity of the rope, he flew back again. Lan Yingxue seized this opportunity and punched Po Qianjun again. At the same time, her toe hit Po Qianjun's abdomen. With a punch and a kick, Po Qianjun completely lost the ability to fight back. He directly broke the rope and fell off the ring.

Everything happened so quickly that many people didn't have time to react. Those people in the stands even forgot to shout for Lan Yingxue. Those surprised eyes were enough to express their feelings at this moment.

Suddenly, unknown who took the lead, they clapped their hands, and then others clapped their hands. In the end, every man in the boxing ring started to clap their hands, except Mo Fengyun.

"Haha! We won!" Mo Fei said excitedly.

Mo Han's eyes were moist. He guessed that he would win, but he didn't expect to win so without any suspense!
The disparity in strength is indeed not so easy to weigh.

On the other side, the manager of the boxing ring looked even more constipated.

He suddenly remembered that before that, Mo Fei had placed a bet of 21 billion, and Ning Fei had placed a bet of 320 billion. If Mo Fengyun won, it would be fine, but now, it is Mo Han who wins. This also means that the business of the underground boxing arena for so many years has been wasted.The manager even has some doubts now, whether Mo Fengyun and Mo Han have colluded to blackmail his own money...

Mo Fengyun's face was also very ugly, his eyes were fixed on Lan Yingxue, if eyes could kill, Lan Yingxue must have pierced thousands of holes at this time.

"I declare that Mo Han wins!" The host came to his senses from the shock at this moment, and hurriedly held the microphone to announce the final result. In fact, this is not important anymore, because as long as he is not blind, everyone knows who won. is the final winner.

Lan Yingxue jumped down from the ring. With a light leap, she leaped down from the rope, and when she landed, she didn't even move a step.

"I won." Lan Yingxue smiled at Ning Fei.

(End of this chapter)