The deafening roar was like a thunderous sound in the clear sky. The Sixth Elder who fought against Zhao Fan flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting the attic wall more than ten meters away and collapsed. The mouthful of blood kept gushing, and everyone in the Huangfu family had an incredible look in their eyes.

"How is this possible?"

"He is just innate, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with this. With such strength in front of the Grandmaster, it is a blessing to not die. How could he defeat Lao Liu?"

The third elder finally understood why the sixth elder was so angry after hearing his accusations. It turned out that he could not beat the young man in front of him who had only innate strength.

A master of the grand master, his strength is very different from his innate nature. Faced with such an opponent, the Sixth Elder had no chance to win at all. Moreover, this opponent has always been sarcastic, which made him so angry that he was about to explode.

In this case, how could he feel better?

"Lao Liu, how are you doing? Is there anything wrong?"

The third elder was still a little guilty. While staring at Zhao Fan with vigilance, he reached out to help the sixth elder who was lying weakly on the ground.

"He probably used some secret technique, otherwise his innate strength would never be so strong. Try to delay time. When his secret technique is over, killing him will definitely be easy."

For the people of the Huangfu family, this situation has exceeded their understanding, so in the eyes of the Sixth Elder, this can only be the case. After being helped up by the Third Elder, the person reached out to cover his chest, coughing constantly, and said in a deep voice.

"I get it, you have a good rest!"

The third elder's eyes flashed and accepted this statement. After comforting him softly, he walked towards Zhao Fan with great strides.

"A mere innate strength actually made our Huangfu family use two masters. Even if you die, you can be proud!"

The third elder suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at Zhao Fan and said.

Zhao Fan was paying attention to the battle on Mo Feng at this moment. Mo Feng was worried that he could not beat his opponent, but what he didn't know was that Zhao Fan was also worried that he could not withstand it.

However, everything changed when Zhao Fan defeated his opponent. After resting, Mo Feng was focused and instantly gained the upper hand. The opponent, who had a few chances of winning, was knocked back step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step.

Zhao Fan also felt relieved. After hearing the words of the Third Elder, he rushed over without any nonsense.

"I want to see how long your secret technique can last!"

The third elder is actually a little anxious.

One of the three masters of the Huangfu family has lost one. The other four elders are now at a disadvantage. If he does not fail to defeat Zhao Fan in time, the Huangfu family will never have a chance to win this battle.

But he couldn't be anxious. Zhao Fan's current "secret technique" has not disappeared yet. Fighting with him head-on can only increase the consumption, which is also unfavorable to the battle situation.

He had already hated Zhao Fan to the extreme. In his opinion, the young man in front of him was completely iron-locked Hengjiang, which made him in a dilemma.

Zhao Fan doesn't have so many ideas. He is still a few million less than his upgrade. He can get a little bit. This master in front of him is a master of the grandmaster level, and he can't waste anything he says that he has tens of thousands of experience points.

The third elder took the defensive momentum and wanted to make Zhao Fan's "secret technique" disappear. Zhao Fan was naturally extremely happy. Both of them used palm techniques, constantly wandering around and fighting each other. The terrifying strong wind stirred up the smoke and dust, and it was not different from each other.

The third elder's wishful thinking was about to fail after all, because the battle between the two lasted less than two minutes, and a muffled groan came from beside him. The fourth elder who fought against Mo Feng was negligent and punched in the chest. Although the crackling sound was subtle, it was like thunder in the ears of the Huangfu family.

Although the injured fourth elder still wanted to persist, it had no meaning in front of Mo Feng's fierce boxing technique, and had no effect except being punched several times in just a short moment.

Although the battle between Zhao Fan and the Third Elder is still continuing, the outcome of this battle has basically been determined.

Zhao Fan is only innately powerful, but Mo Feng is a real master. If he joins the battle, the third elder will undoubtedly lose.

"Damn it, why is his secret technique not over yet!"

"When did Tianlongyuan have such a magical secret technique?"

As long as you are not blind, you can see the situation clearly. Everyone in the Huangfu family has turned pale and their voices are trembling. I just hope that a miracle will happen and that the third elder can kill Zhao Fan in the next moment. This battle may have some chance of winning.

"Have you reached this level now? It turns out that there is innate innateness above the realm of transformation, and there are masters like grandmasters above the realm of innateness!"

"The old master is indeed worthy of being the master of the Tianlong Courtyard. After twenty years of hardening a sword, the ancient martial arts forces will probably be shocked!"

The three Gu family looked at Zhao Fan who was fighting with the third elder, and looked at the extremely terrifying momentum. Only then did they realize that without realizing it, Zhao Fan had reached the point where they could only look up to him.

"Young Master, let me do it!"

Mo Feng saw that Zhao Fan could not solve the problem of the third elder, thinking that he was too exhausted and could not resist it. He stepped beside him in a few steps, looked at the third elder with bright eyes and shouted in a deep voice.

"No need, I'll play with him for a while!"

Zhao Fan smiled and did not accept his kindness. Instead, he took the initiative to launch an attack on the third elder.

"Okay, since I have forced my Huangfu Shuo to this point, I will let you die in peace!"

The situation in front of him made the third elder dare not hesitate at all. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. After a sharp palm was blown out, he reached out and took out two strange-shaped metal fist gloves.

"Has the Third Elder actually brought out all this thing?"

"The strength of the Tianlong Academy is so powerful now? This meteorite iron fist glove was originally planned to be used by the third elder to deal with Zhao Tianlong, but now it has been forced to be exposed in advance and used on this young man?"

After a slight crackling sound, the black-colored gloves attached to Huangfu Shuo's hand in a very close fit. A cold breath instantly enveloped the courtyard, and the temperature of the air suddenly dropped. The breaths that everyone exhaled when they breathed were already shrouded in white mist.

"This was prepared for your Tianlong Academy Master Zhao Tianlong. Being able to die under the magical artifact created by our Huangfu family for thirty years is also your honor!"

When Huangfu Shuo was forced to take out this thing in advance, his face turned pale. After gritting his teeth, he rushed towards Zhao Fan without stopping at all.

It was not until this person took action that everyone understood the strangeness of this thing.

The whistling sound was extremely sharp. Even the others on the side were upset when they heard this sound, and the chest and abdomen rolled, and the breath was instantly disordered.

Needless to say, Zhao Fan, who was the first to be hit, was suffocated for the first time. His breath ran around and the meridians in his body were extremely painful under this impact, and a muffled groan was heard in his mouth.

When a master fights, victory or defeat is in an instant. Since Huangfu Shuo takes action, how can hesitate?

Just as Zhao Fan let out a muffled groan, the meteoric iron fist gloves with spiked slams into his chest. After a muffled sound, his body was blown away. The red blood in the holes the four fingers on his chest seemed particularly shocking.

This punch not only hurt him, but also caused a biting breath that penetrated his lungs, making his body look thin and thin.

It's still summer now, and this boxing glove can emit such an extremely cold breath in this hot season, which is already evident in its terrifying and magical aspects.

"Young Master!"

Mo Feng, who was standing beside him, exclaimed without any hesitation, directly bullied himself and blocked Zhao Fan.

"Don't worry, you're all going to die anyway!"

Seeing that the boxing gloves were so powerful, Huangfu Shuo's expression relaxed a lot, with a grim smile on his face, and he attacked Mo Feng without stopping.

Since he had moved this thing, he would not let anyone here go, whether it was Zhao Fan, Mo Feng, or anyone from the Gu family, he would kill him.

In his mind, the biggest enemy of ancient martial arts was always Zhao Tianlong, the head of Tianlong Academy. In order to defeat him, the Huangfu family spent so many years to create this thing, and Zhao Tianlong must not be prepared in advance.

The extremely cold breath became more and more intense, making the blood almost solidified. The sharp hissing made people roll in their chest and abdomen. Mo Feng's fierce fist was also affected, and his speed was many times slower than before.

They are all the master's strength, and this influence is enough to influence the battle situation. After a muffled sound, Mo Feng, who was standing in front of Zhao Fan, was bombed out without any surprise.

Although he is the strength of a master, how can his defense be compared with Zhao Fan? This punch hit him directly and his neck fractured. The blood in his mouth kept gushing, his face pale as paper, and he could no longer get up.

"It's over!"

Everyone in the Tianlongyuan felt cold in their hearts, and their faces were full of despair.

"Send you on the way, with so many people as your company, no one of you will be alone on the road to the underworld!"

With the chance of victory, Huangfu Shuo bullied himself in front of Mo Feng without hesitation. The fist wind whistled and suddenly blew down at his head.

"boom!"

There was another dull sound, but Huangfu Shuo's punch did not hit Mo Feng.

At the critical moment, Zhao Fan suddenly stood up, slapped the man with all his strength, and slapped the man back five or six steps away. The terrifying fist wind hit the ground, and a hole was blasted out of the hard ground, and countless broken bricks were splashing around.

"Young Master, go quickly, don't worry about me!"

Mo Feng, who had closed his eyes and waited to die, saw Zhao Fan standing in front of him, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and shouted in great anxiety.

"Young Master, go quickly!"

"You stay in the mountains and don't worry about the lack of firewood. You have to survive to avenge us!"

Gu Bochong and others also knew that they were in a dead end now. When they saw that Zhao Fan could still stand up, they all shouted anxiously.

"The ancient martial arts family cannot be underestimated. There are still some things that can be used to make a move!"

"Since you think I have used secret techniques, I will let you see what is the real secret technique!"

Until this moment, Zhao Fan's disordered aura returned to calm. He crushed the defensive talisman in his hand without hesitation, sneered in his mouth, and rushed towards Huangfu Shuo without any hesitation.

"Young Master, don't!"

Mo Feng and others were anxious, but there was no way to do so. They could only watch Zhao Fan colliding with Huangfu Shuo's extremely strange boxing gloves again.

The next moment, Huangfu Shuo's punch hit Zhao Fan again without any surprise. Zhao Fan's palm, which flashed with lightning, was also printed on his chest at the same time...
Chapter completed!