Chapter 42 Chapter 42 You lost

Looking at the two teenagers who were confronting each other on the high platform, all the eyes on the scene moved over with great interest. They also wanted to know whether this teenager who performed miracles again after three years was fighting In addition to the cultivation of skills, there is such a terrifying progress? At the VIP table, Xiao Zhan frowned and looked at Xiao Ning who was challenging on the stage, his face was a little ugly. Although Xiao Yan's fighting spirit was beyond his expectations, but for fighting skills, he had never seen the latter before. When did you go to the Fighting Skill Hall to learn from a dedicated family fighter?

You must know that fighting skills are different from the cultivation of Dou Qi at the elementary level. The low-level fighting skills of the Yellow rank can be cultivated by one's own exploration, but there are some intermediate and advanced fighting skills of the Yellow rank, but you must find the fighting skills of the family. The technicians can only teach them specially. However, in the past few years, Xiao Zhan has never heard from several fighting technicians in the family that Xiao Yan once asked them to learn fighting skills. On the contrary, Xiao Ning is a frequent visitor. According to Xiao Zhan's understanding, Xiao Ning, who is at the eighth stage of fighting spirit this year, has mastered at least three middle-level fighting skills of the yellow rank and one advanced fighting skill of the yellow rank. It is hard to find an opponent among the strong ones. In this competition, Xiao Yan seems to be at a disadvantage.

"Hehe, Patriarch Xiao, tell me, can Young Master Xiao Yan win?" Ya Fei who was beside Xiao Zhan, staring at the field, asked with a light smile. Xiao Zhan slowly suppressed 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 has only recently stepped into the realm of eighth-level fighting spirit. For Xiao Ning who has been around for a year, the odds of winning are probably not too great." "Oh, is it?" The seductive eyes fluttered slightly, Yafei blinked her slender eyelashes, her beautiful eyes looked at the calm young man in black in the field with a little laziness, her rosy mouth suddenly lifted , 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 taken aback for a moment, as if he was a little surprised that she had such great confidence, and shook his head with a smile: "Then let Miss Yafei give me a good word." Looking at Xiao Yan who was standing casually in front of him, Xiao Ning sneered, and slowly clenched his fists, the faint fighting spirit quickly circulated in his body, bringing waves of tyrannical power. Slightly silent, Xiao Ning stepped on the ground fiercely with his feet, and rushed straight to Xiao Yan who was close at hand. When rushing, Xiao Ning's palms were slightly curled up, and the sharp nails on his ten fingers gave off a little coldness.

When he was only half a meter away from Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning suddenly stopped, his right claw drew a tricky arc, and aimed straight at Xiao Yan's throat: "Huang-level intermediate fighting skill: Split Claw Strike!" Looking at the attacking claws with a calm face, Xiao Yan raised his palms without haste. The slightly curled palms were suddenly stretched open, and with a tyrannical thrust, they rushed out... Under this huge thrust without warning, Xiao Ning's expression changed, his figure seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and after more than ten steps with both feet, he stopped in embarrassment.

Looking at this scene on the high platform, Xiao Zhan looked slightly surprised, but Ya Fei smiled sweetly, gracefully lifted the white jade teacup in front of her, parted her red lips, and took a small sip. "This little guy is really hiding something..." Ya Fei murmured in her heart with a charming smile on her lips. "You... what kind of fighting skill are you doing?" Xiao Ning touched his tight chest, his face changed slightly, and he asked in a stern voice. Xiao Yan glanced at him indifferently, and then lowered his eyeliner to look at his palm. Although the name of "Blowing Fire Palm" is certainly ugly, the tyrannical thrust it creates really satisfies Xiao Yan.

Looking at Xiao Yan who ignored him, Xiao Ning's face twitched slightly, he gritted his teeth, mixed with anger, and rushed towards Xiao Yan again. The outstretched palms were not closed, Xiao Yan squinted his eyes slightly, looking at Xiao Ning who was getting closer, the corners of his mouth slowly raised a cold arc. The outstretched right hand suddenly grasped, and a ferocious suction shot out from the palm: "Xuan-level fighting technique: sucking palm!" Seeing Xiao Yan shaking hands again, Xiao Ning subconsciously grasped the ground with both feet, but before the thrust came, a suction force pulled it forward violently.

His body drew an arc in mid-air, and bumped straight into Xiao Yan with an inexplicable smile on his lips. Although he 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 happily, and with a serious smile, fighting spirit quickly condensed on his fist. "Iron Mountain Fist!" With a loud shout, Xiao Ning clenched his fists violently, and a sharp wind-breaking energy resounded in mid-air, and immediately fell towards Xiao Yan's shoulder. Looking at this posture, if he was beaten In the middle, I am afraid that Xiao Yan's arm will definitely be severely injured. It seems that this guy has no intention of keeping his hand from the beginning.

Tieshan Fist, a high-level fighting skill of the Huang rank, is very powerful and requires a Dou Qi of Duan 7 or above to be qualified to practice it. Squinting his eyes slightly to feel the sharp energy, Xiao Yan let out a breath slowly, and the movement route of fighting energy in his body suddenly changed: "Xuan-level fighting skill: Blowing Fire Palm!" Following the sound of shouting in his heart, a violent thrust shot out from Xiao Yan's palm again. "Bang!" The air was slightly turbulent, and an invisible counter-thrust force slammed into Xiao Ning's body, who was rushing forward. The pincer attack of the two opposite forces immediately made his face pale.

"Pfft." The two opposing forces finally got the upper hand with the thrust. After a moment of stalemate, Xiao Ning was directly shaken by the thrust and fell to the ground. Finally, after drawing more than ten meters on the floor, he slowly stopped his figure , and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spat 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 let out a faint breath: "You lost..."