Fight to break the sky

Looking at the two young men facing each other on the high platform, all the eyes present turned towards them with great interest. They also wanted to know very much whether this young man who had once again created a miracle after an interval of three years was fighting. In addition to the cultivation of skills, there is also such terrifying progress?

At the VIP table, Xiao Zhan frowned and looked at Xiao Ning who came to the stage to challenge, with a slightly ugly face. Although Xiao Yan's fighting spirit was beyond his expectation, he had never seen the latter in terms of fighting skills. When did you go to the Douji Hall to learn from a dedicated family Douji master?

You must know that fighting skills are different from the primary level of fighting spirit training. Low-level yellow-level fighting skills can still be practiced by one's own exploration. However, some intermediate and advanced yellow-level fighting skills must be cultivated by the family's fighting skills. Technicians must teach them specifically. However, in the past few years, Xiao Zhan has never heard from several fighting technicians in the family that Xiao Yan once learned fighting skills from them. On the contrary, Xiao Ning was a frequent visitor.

According to Xiao Zhan's understanding, Xiao Ning, who is at the eighth level of Dou Qi this year, has mastered at least three yellow-level intermediate and one yellow-level advanced fighting skills. These fighting skills are enough for him to compete at the same level. It is difficult to find an opponent among the strong ones. Xiao Yan seems to be at a disadvantage in this competition.

"Haha, Chief Xiao, do you think Young Master Xiao Yan can win?" Ya Fei, who was beside Xiao Zhan and staring closely at the field, asked with a chuckle.

Xiao Zhan slowly suppressed some of the anger in his heart because of Xiao Ning, and said with a faint smile: "Yan'er is not very proficient in fighting skills, and he has only recently entered the eighth level of fighting spirit. Xiao Ning, who has been here for a full year, may not have a great chance of winning."

"Oh, really?" The seductive eyes flickered slightly, Yafei blinked her long eyelashes, her beautiful eyes looked lazily at the calm young man in black shirt in the field, and her rosy little mouth suddenly opened , the beautiful smiling face has a mature charm: "I don't know why, but I have full confidence in young master Xiao Yan. I think he will definitely win."

Xiao Zhan was stunned for a moment, seeming a little surprised where she got such confidence. He smiled and shook his head: "Then I'll borrow Miss Yafei's good words."

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Looking at Xiao Yan standing casually in front of him, Xiao Ning sneered, clenching his fists slowly, a touch of fighting spirit flowing rapidly through his body, bringing waves of tyrannical power.

After a slight silence, Xiao Ning stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and rushed straight towards Xiao Yan, who was very close at hand. As he rushed forward, Xiao Ning's palms were slightly bent, and the sharp nails on his ten fingers glowed with a cold light.

When he was only half a meter away from Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning suddenly stopped and drew a tricky arc with his right claw, aiming straight for Xiao Yan's throat: "Yellow level intermediate fighting skill: Split Claw Strike!"

Looking at the approaching claws with a calm expression, Xiao Yan slowly raised his palms, slightly curled palms, opened them violently, and rushed out with a strong thrust...

Under this huge thrust without warning, Xiao Ning's expression changed, and his figure seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. After taking more than ten steps back with his feet, he stopped awkwardly.

On the high platform, looking at this scene, Xiao Zhan's face was slightly surprised, but Ya Fei on the side smiled sweetly, elegantly picked up the white jade tea cup in front of her, opened her red lips slightly, and took a small sip.

"This little guy is really hiding his secrets..." Yafei murmured in her heart with a charming smile on her lips.

"You...what kind of fighting skills are you doing?" Xiao Ning touched his chest, which was a little tight, and his face changed slightly, and he asked sternly.

Xiao Yan glanced at him lightly, then lowered his eyes and looked at his palm. Although the name of this "Fire Blowing Palm" was unpleasant, the forceful thrust it created really satisfied Xiao Yan.

Looking at Xiao Yan who ignored him, Xiao Ning's face trembled slightly, he bit his teeth, mixed with anger, and rushed towards Xiao Yan again.

The outstretched palms were not closed. Xiao Yan squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Xiao Ning who was getting closer and closer. The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a cold arc.

With his open right hand, he suddenly grasped it, and a fierce suction force shot out from his palm: "Xuanjie Fighting Skill: Suction Palm!"

Seeing Xiao Yan shaking hands again, Xiao Ning subconsciously grasped the ground with both feet. However, before the push came, a suction force pulled it forward and threw it violently.

The body drew an arc in mid-air and crashed straight into Xiao Yan, who had an inexplicable smile on his lips.

Although Xiao Ning was pulled up by the suction force, when Xiao Ning looked at Xiao Yan who was getting closer and closer to him, he couldn't help but smile. He smiled solemnly, and his fighting spirit quickly condensed in his fists.

"Iron Mountain Fist!" With a loud shout, Xiao Ning clenched his fist fiercely, and a sharp wind-breaking energy sounded low in the air, and immediately fell on Xiao Yan's shoulder. Looking at this posture, if he was beaten I am afraid that Xiao Yan's arm will be severely damaged. It seems that this guy had no intention of holding back from the beginning.

Iron Mountain Fist, a yellow-level advanced fighting skill, is very powerful. It requires fighting spirit of level seven or above to be qualified to practice it.

Squinting his eyes slightly and feeling the sharp energy, Xiao Yan slowly exhaled, and the route of the fighting energy in his body suddenly changed: "Xuanjie fighting skill: blowing fire palm!"

As the shout in his heart fell, a violent thrust spurted out from Xiao Yan's palm again.

"Bang!" The air rippled slightly, and an invisible counter-thrust force hit Xiao Ning's body as he shot forward. The two opposing forces struck him, causing his face to turn pale.

"Pfft."

The two opposing forces, in the end, the thrust took the upper hand. After the moment of stalemate, Xiao Ning was directly shaken to the ground by the thrust. Finally, after more than ten meters were drawn on the floor, he slowly stopped. , and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out miserably.

Looking at Xiao Ning who was paralyzed on the ground in the distance, and then glanced at the slightly quiet scene, Xiao Yan slowly moved his palm down and breathed out lightly: "You lost..."