Qian Ning looked at Sun Yi playfully with a trace of abuse in the corners of his mouth.

    "Eight pole palm!" In the wooden house, Qian Ning gave a big drink, raised his palm and attacked Sun Yi first. In his opinion, under this palm, Sun Yi must be hit.

    The palm of his hand carried the eight pole potential, turned and turned like an eight pole purgatory to suppress Sun Yi, bringing roaring thunder.

    Qian Ning is worthy of being a palace level strongman. Every palace level strongman has the strength of cross-level combat and can fight in the common law environment.

    Seeing this scene, Sun Yi''s eyes shone with brilliance, and the Yan dragon fist in her hand was directly sacrificed. The fists and palms collided with each other, bursting out bursts of roars and flames all over the sky.

    Qian Ning was surprised that he could resist his move. He was worthy of being a genius who could defeat his men. If he failed so easily, he didn''t have to recruit.

    Octupole palm!

    In the small wooden house, Qian Ning was in black light, and his big palm severely suppressed it. The powerful aura shook the already humble wooden house, and his palm directly suppressed Sun Yi.

    Sun Yi''s eyebrows were lifted, and the golden light in her hand was full and Tengteng. Unexpectedly, she directly broke open the wooden house and flew out.

    One over and fell to the ground in an instant.

    At this time, Sun Yat-sen fell outside the wooden house. After a cold hum, he turned over and jumped directly outside. The palm of his hand rolled and the palm force instantly rushed to Sun Yi.

    Bang! The fist and palm butted, and the roar shook the whole inner door, and Qian Ning was forced back and suffered a dark loss.

    "How can it be? Even the martial arts in the Dharma body territory will be frightened under the suppression of this palm. How can this boy be so strong." Qian Ning said angrily.

    Eight pole purgatory!

    Qian Ning was startled and burst out a black internal force in his palm. The black internal force covered his whole body, like the God of death from hell, with the power of yin and cold.

    We must know that as the top of the nine layers of martial arts, the whole body of the meridians has been able to store the internal force for a short time. When the body of the law is in place, the body meridians can store the internal force between one inhalation and one Nash.

    Seeing the cold breath pouring out of Qian Ning''s body, Sun Yi directly set up Yan Longquan, with golden internal strength burning in both arms and darkness burning with a raging fire.

    In the twinkling of an eye, Qian Ning came to him with a whoosh. Sun Yi roared. His golden red arm collided with the black inner force, and a hissing burning sound came out of the air.

    The golden internal strength of the endless golden body seemed to naturally restrain this Yin cold skill. When Qian Ning''s black internal strength met the golden internal strength, it immediately burned and turned into wisps of smoke.

    Seeing that his skill was controlled, Qian Ning was angry. He didn''t expect a martial artist with eight layers of body to be so difficult. He immediately showed a cruel color on his face and the black light in his hand was prosperous again.

    Eight pole fist suppresses all things!

    This eight pole fist is a prefecture level skill. It is powerful. Before the fist style comes, the cold breath comes first. The black strength condenses into a huge palm, covering the hand as rain, turning over to suppress Sun Yi.

    "What a punch!" Sun Yi looked indifferent when he saw the black palm pressing down, and many heavy fists suddenly broke out. As soon as the golden fist shadow touched the black palm, it was burned into a trace of white smoke by the golden internal strength. He snorted coldly: "is that your strength?"

    Hearing Sun Yi''s ridicule, Qian Ning also gave a violent drink and waved his Baji fist again. This time, he wanted to directly confront Sun Yi.

    Fist to fist, the fist style roared like thunder, and the air burst into bursts of explosions under the continuous fist palms. For a time, the shadow of the fist was all over the sky. Qian Ning unexpectedly blew out the eight domineering fists in an instant, which was called the eight pole.

    At this time, the roar of their war shocked the others in the inner door and came out to check.

    "Isn''t that Qian Ning, a strong man at the palace level? Who is the boy fighting with him?"

    "Qian Ning is so embarrassed, but the young man''s cultivation is only eight layers of body refining!"

    People exclaimed one after another that fighting was common in the inner door, but the fighting of palace level strong men was rare.

    The eight fists were like Sun Yat-sen''s roaring. Sun Yi once again threw many heavy fists and fought with each other. What made Qian Ning afraid was how the man in front of him was so powerful. You know, he also had 30000 kg of power to practice eight pole boxing. And was completely suppressed by the young man in front of him.

    Terrible, he hurried down, closed his fist and stepped back. Seeing this, Sun Yi naturally wouldn''t let go. Tianlingdu flew into the air and came to Qian Ning in an instant.

    Qian Ning was shocked and angry. Sun Yi forced him to retreat again and again. He was in a mess. The situation on the field was completely controlled by Sun Yi.

    This scene stunned the disciples watching the inner door. Qian Ning was forced so unbearably by a martial artist with eight layers of body refining.

    All of a sudden, the disciples were dull and their mouths were wide open, as if they had stuffed an egg.

    However, as a palace level strong man, Qian Ning will not be so simple.

    "Octupole explosion!"

    There was a strong black wind blowing around Qian Ning. The violent spirit revolved around him, rolling around with the flying sand and stones, compressing and solidifying. Qian Ning smiled ferociously: "you forced me?"

    "No, Qian Ning was forced to use this trick."

    "It is said that a martial artist in the Dharma Realm fell under Qian Ning''s move, but it was done. Qian Ning won''t get out of bed in a month. That boy is unlucky. It''s a pity. "

    When people saw this move, they exclaimed.

    Sun Yi looked dignified. This move made him feel a strong crisis. Shocked, he had to use his blood power. The golden giant tiger appeared, and the tiger''s eyes stared at the black vortex in front of him.

    Bang bang!

    The black vortex hit Sun Yi, solidified into a point in an instant, and then exploded with a violent explosion.

    At this time, Qian Ning also collapsed on the ground and said with a ferocious smile: "this is the end of angering me Qian Ning."

    People also secretly sigh that it''s not good to provoke anyone. They have to provoke Qian Ning and lose their martial arts road in vain.

    "Do you think you can deal with me?" I saw a long sound of youth from the black vortex. I saw a golden tiger in front of the boy, but the boy was unharmed.

    "It''s impossible. What''s going on?" Qian Ning, who fell to the ground, had wide pupils and an unbelievable face. He was defeated by a martial artist on the eighth floor of the body.

    It turned out that Qian Ning''s internal strength was Yin cold, and Sun Yi''s blood force restrained this Yin cold force. The golden giant tiger easily resisted this internal strength. If it were a different person, Sun Yi would never be so relaxed.

    "Qian Ning was defeated, so miserably. Is the boy a man or a demon?" People exclaimed one after another.