Zhang Haoran''s breath was not deliberately hidden. All inner disciples could feel the fluctuation of true Qi on him. Many people were surprised and said, "it''s true Qi. He broke through the condensed state."

    "Another genius was born. With his talent, I''m afraid he will soon climb over us." Originally, although Zhang Haoran was a rare genius, his inner disciples would not pay attention to him. After all, many geniuses practice very fast at ordinary times. When they reach the breakthrough level, they are not as good as some disciples with slightly better qualifications. Only geniuses who reach a certain height can be truly valued by others.

    "Alas, it seems that we should redouble our efforts. It''s always unpleasant to be overtaken by others. There are a group of people on it."

    "That''s right. The core disciples don''t think about it for the time being. Several perverts among the inner disciples have practiced the human level top level skills to the highest level, the seventh peak, and let people live."

    "The higher the skill level, the more difficult it is to improve, so even if you give me a low-level skill, I can''t practice it."

    Just as the inner disciples talked with each other, Wu Zongming came to the stage.

    "Zhang Haoran, you are not the only one who has been promoted to Ningzhen." Hoo, a pure breath emanated from Wu Zongming, and the dust swept across the stage.

    Wu Zongming even became a martial artist in Zhenjing, and many people showed an interested look.

    Zhang Haoran sneered: "you are not my opponent when practicing Qi, and now you are not my opponent."

    Wu Zongming said, "can you see the real move under your hand? Ye Chen, go down first." In fact, Zhang Haoran has no bottom at all. The reason why he is strong is to let Ye Chen recover his internal Qi.

    Ye Chen smiled faintly and said to Zhang Haoran, "do you want to fight three fists with me?"

    "I know you consume a lot of internal Qi. If you really fight, you will undoubtedly suffer a loss. Now as long as you can take my three fists unbeaten, you will win. How about it?" Zhang Haoran stood with his hands on his back. He was dressed in green clothes and hunted without wind.

    Wu Zongming hurriedly said, "Ye Chen, don''t promise. What you''re good at is swordsmanship, but what he''s good at is Kung Fu." He immediately shouted at Zhang Haoran, "Zhang Haoran, you can''t be so shameless."

    Zhang Haoran said faintly, "did I tell him not to use a sword?"

    "If I promise you, the contradiction between us should be solved." Ye Chen took a deep breath and slowly calmed the boiling Qi and blood.

    "All right!" Knowing that there was nothing wrong with him, Wu Zongming dodged down to the stage.

    On the stage, looking at Zhang Haoran with a clear mind, ye Chen remembered what happened in the welcome hall a month ago. Liu Wuxiang, one of the four core disciples of Emerald Valley, and Luo Hanshan, the second core disciple of our school, were in a three-way battle.

    Now, he also has the opportunity to win or lose with people''s three fists. Although the strength of both sides is far less than that of the first two, it always makes people excited and a cavity of pride rises in his heart.

    "Let''s go!" Ye Chen didn''t seem to have the intention of a sword, so he folded his hands.

    Zhang Haoran snorted coldly and disdained to say, "if you don''t draw a sword, you can''t take both moves. Do you think I''m as easy to deal with as the waste Huang Bingwen."

    "To tell you the truth, I haven''t come up with my real strength against Huang Bingwen." Ye Chen smiled lightly.

    "What, he just practiced the Ninth level of Qi territory. He didn''t show great strength when fighting with Huang Bingwen. Whether he was pretending to be mysterious or talking nonsense." Suddenly, the onlookers were buzzing.

    In the crowd, Huang Bingwen turned white when he heard the speech and said, "it''s unreasonable. If I hadn''t underestimated him, the result wouldn''t be like this."

    The inner disciple nearby sighed: "Huang Bingwen, whether you admit it or not, if you lose, you lose. There''s nothing to say."

    "I''m just angry." Huang Bingwen clenched his fist and made a creaking sound of bone friction.

    After listening to Ye Chen''s words, Zhang Haoran laughed, "OK, take my first move, ice and snow heaven and earth!"

    When Zhang Haoran was still ten layers of internal Qi, the cold immersion palm of Zhang Haoran was extremely powerful and the wind was cold. At this time, those who were promoted to Ningzhen martial arts were hit by wind and snow. The table surface of several tens of meters was covered with layers of ice and frost, and quickly spread to the direction of leaf dust.

    On the way, the wind and snow intertwined and devoured the leaf dust.

    to be sonorous!

    Ye Chen''s right palm clenched, making the sound of gold and iron, and hit it without hesitation.

    The wind and snow covered their bodies, which was difficult to see with the naked eye. The majestic momentum even startled some inner disciples, not to mention Huang Bingwen, the defeated general of Ye Chen.

    "How can it be? It''s obviously a human level high-level martial art. Why is it so powerful in Zhang Haoran''s hands." Huang Bingwen looked as if he had been hit.

    Zhang Haoran naturally didn''t hear what Huang Bingwen said, and he wouldn''t care if he heard it. The gap between genius and mediocrity can''t be counted in the Tao, and he can''t understand it.

    In the wind and snow, ye Chen could not see or hear, but he had a strong perception. He clearly "saw" Zhang Haoran''s actions and expressions, and none of them fell.

    "Die!"

    Zhang Haoran slapped Ye Chen on the chest.

    "Not necessarily." Ye Chen waits for work with ease and blows out.

    Boom! The wind and snow burst open. Ye Chen''s fist and Zhang Haoran''s palm butted together. The two sides did not give in to each other and stood still there. In the face of this situation, Zhang Haoran grinned, turned his left hand into a fist and hit Ye Chen''s chest like lightning. But to his amazement, he didn''t know when he was also hit, also on his chest. The crowd only heard the sound of two collisions. On the stage, they flew back and staggered“ ha-ha! I''ve achieved great success in iron clothes. You can''t hurt me anyway. " Zhang Haoran patted his chest and his face didn''t matter. The clothes on Ye Chen''s chest had been shattered. He looked down and saw that the tough and dense muscles were covered with jade luster and a trace of frost. With the internal strength, they were soon scattered and fell off one after another, like crystal powder. Raised his head, ye Chen said, "you didn''t hurt me." At this moment, Zhang Haoran''s face was ugly. "I didn''t expect you to practice a body strengthening skill. You really despise you, but you will lose this punch."“ Tiger roars dragon fist! " Compared with a few months ago, Zhang Haoran mastered the tiger roaring dragon fist more skillfully. The majestic blue air gathered in his palm and made bursts of tiger roaring sound. He immediately pulled out a gorgeous light tail and blasted it at the leaf dust, just like the flying dragon rising in the air. The steps staggered, ye Chen pulled out his right fist and shouted in his heart, "my strength now exceeds 10000 kg. Even an elephant can die. Today, you will become the first person to experience it!" Wheeze! Ye Chen''s fist is more powerful than any weapon. He instantly tears the air, squeezes a shallow air film in front of his fist and keeps tightening. The two fists collided, and Zhang Haoran flew backward in fear, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.