It was a cold day, and the earth was frozen. The entire world had become a big fridge. The mountains were trembling from the cold, the rivers were frozen stiff, and the air seemed to be frozen.
However, the atmosphere in front of the Yuan Manor was fiery.
Under Yuan Zewei's lead, the Fan Clan carried an eight-person palanquin to the Yuan Manor.
Although there was a rule in the Jinlin Kingdom that stated that ordinary people couldn't sit in eight sedan chairs, these powerful aristocratic families simply didn't put these rules in their eyes. Even the imperial family of the Jinlin Kingdom could only turn a blind eye to it.
The gates of the Yuan Manor were already open. When they arrived, Yuan Zhencheng personally led them to the martial arts field behind the manor.
With regards to this, Yuan Zewei was already prepared. To him, everything in the Yuan family manor was already extremely familiar to him. Only the training ground in the backyard was the best place for today's competition.
Yuan Zhencheng's gaze swept across these people from time to time. There was a strange look in his eyes, but there was also some relief. However, when his gaze landed on the mysterious palanquin, he still felt a little apprehensive.
On the field, with Yuan Zeyu as the leader, He Quanxin and the others had naturally been waiting for a long time.
However, like Yuan Zhencheng, when they saw the eight-person palanquin being carried into the backyard, they could not help but have a strange look in their eyes.
Even the experienced and prudent He Quanxin could not help but guess what was hidden in the palanquin.
If it was only one person, then this person's arrogance was a little too big.
Vaguely, some people who knew about the unforeseen event a few days ago could not help but associate the palanquin with the strange person who had appeared at the manor's gate. However, before they could confirm it, they would rather deceive themselves and pretend not to know.
The two sides naturally split into two sides. Yuan Zeyu retracted his gaze from the palanquin and said loudly, "Master Fan, although our Yuan Clan is not a big clan, we will not refuse a friend who has come. I wonder who is in the palanquin, and why is he still unwilling to show his true face? "
Fan Shuhe wryly smiled. To be honest, he didn't know what Lu Xinwen was thinking. He actually made such a request. Not only did he want to sit in the palanquin, he also didn't want to come down.
However, no matter how bold he was, he did not dare to ask.
At this moment, he revealed an enigmatic smile and said, "Old Master Yuan, the person in the palanquin is a senior of mine. He likes to sit in the palanquin, but I don't know if there's anyone worthy of him coming out."
Yuan Zeyu's heart sank. Could the person in the sedan really be the mysterious person in front of the manor that day?
However, only Fan Shu He and his son knew about Lu Xinwen's arrival at the Fan Clan. The rest of the servants didn't know about this master at all. As for the Yuan Clan, it was even more impossible for them to have received any news. Therefore, even though they had their suspicions in their hearts, they would not reveal any cowardice under such circumstances.
Yuan Zewei stepped forward and said loudly, "Second Brother, now that we're here, I advise you to pack up and leave since we're siblings from the same mother. If there's a bloody battle, it'll be difficult for you to leave even if you want to. "
Yuan Zeyu smiled and said, "Big brother, isn't it a little too early to say this now?"
Yuan Zhencheng said loudly, "That's right, the victor is still unknown."
At this moment, Fan Haori, who was right next to the palanquin, tilted his head slightly and clearly heard the voice in the palanquin, "Who's the man with the cloth on his back?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it was indeed Lu Xinwen's voice.
Fan Haori didn't dare to be negligent. After a glance, he quickly lowered his head and whispered, "Great Granduncle, that's the junior from the He Clan, He Yiming. The Yuan Clan invited him to help."
"Junior from the He Clan?" The voice in the palanquin was suddenly filled with a strange flavor. After a moment, it said, "Who else is related to this person?"
"There's also that tenth layer internal strength He Quanxin and his son He Yitian. It's said that they're related to He Yiming." Fan Haori said respectfully.
"Good." The voice in the palanquin suddenly became calm, "You and your son, kill the two of them."
Fan Haori looked over in shock, his eyes filled with shock.
"If you and your son can do it, I'll take you as my disciple and inherit my legacy. Perhaps one day, I'll be able to help you reach the innate stage. "Lu Xinwen said calmly.
Fan Haori's eyes shone brightly. He immediately made up his mind. This kind of thing, no matter what, was worth risking his life for.
He resolutely turned around and came to Fan Shuhe's side, softly saying a few words.
Fan Shuhe's face also showed the same expression. His fists suddenly clenched tightly.
He Quanxin was a tenth layer internal strength master. According to the information from the two brothers of the Xiao Clan, he was also an earth element internal strength master. It just so happened to counter his own water element technique.
However, when he glanced at the tightly covered palanquin, his heart instantly burned with passion.
Lu Xinwen actually agreed. As long as he could kill the He Family's father and son, he could help Fan Haori reach the innate stage. This promise was already worth the entire Fan Clan's investment.
A tenth layer internal strength master was already a very important person to a clan. However, compared to an innate master, the difference was like heaven and earth.
If the Fan Clan really gave birth to an innate master, then the clan might really become a great clan with a thousand years of history.
He took a deep breath and was about to go out when he was pulled back by Fan Haori.
"Haori, what are you doing?" Fan Shuhe said unhappily.
"Father, let me make the first move."
"You?"
"Yes, Uncle Xiao once said that He Quanxin's son, He Yitian, has the same bloodline as his father. He also has earth element internal strength." Fan Haori's eyes flashed with a strange killing intent. He said, "I'll make the first move and kill him on the spot. He Quanxin's mind will definitely be disturbed. At that time, father will take advantage of the situation to kill him on the spot."
Fan Shuhe's eyes lit up, then he shook his head and said, "No, you're cultivating the same water element technique as me. Moreover, you're also at the seventh layer of internal strength. I'm afraid you're not his opponent."
Fan Haori said confidently, "Father, Uncle Xiao said that although his internal strength is at the seventh layer, it's far from the peak. At most, it's only at the middle level. I'm at the peak of the seventh layer, more than a level higher than him. As long as I fight steadily, I'll definitely win. "
Fan Shuhe hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded slowly. He knew that although the Xiao brothers' internal strength cultivation was one level lower than his, their eyesight was not to be underestimated. When they looked at people, they were extremely accurate. If not for that, he wouldn't have asked the two to pretend to be the Fan family's diners and investigate the situation.
Fan Haori strode out, and in the next moment, he was already in the middle of the field.
His sudden disruption caused Yuan Zewei, who was in the middle of a war of words with Yuan Zeyu and the others, to immediately shut his mouth.
Fan Haori clasped his hands and bowed deeply. He said, "Everyone, at this point, there's no point in arguing. I'm Fan Haori, just an insignificant junior. Today, I don't dare to show off. I'm just throwing a brick to attract jade and being a pawn. I wonder which one of you will come up. "
Everyone on both sides felt a trace of surprise at this moment. They all knew that today's matter would not rely on words, but on actual swords and spears. However, no one would have thought that the first one to come out would be Fan Haori.
Yuan Zeyu frowned. He knew Fan Haori's strength, but among the juniors in his family, there was no genius at the seventh level of internal strength. However, if someone from the second generation went up, no one would be able to say anything.
Fan Haori laughed and suddenly said, "Brother He Yitian, the battle between your father and my two Uncles Xiao is still fresh in my mind. I know that I'm far from your father, so I don't dare to challenge him. However, I want to fight with you. I wonder if it's possible. "
He Yitian was slightly startled, then a confident smile appeared on his face. He said, "Since Brother Fan is interested, then I'll respectfully accept."
He waved his sleeves and walked out without hesitation.
When he walked out, Yuan Zeyu and the others were relieved. Among so many people, only he and He Yiming were the best candidates to deal with him.
The two people came to the center of the field. Both sides did not use weapons. They just cupped their hands and began to confront each other.
However, it was only for a moment. Fan Haori's figure moved smoothly like moving clouds and flowing water.
He cultivated a water cultivation method, while He Yitian cultivated an earth cultivation method. If the two of them were in a deadlock, then in terms of momentum, he would be inferior for no reason.
Therefore, after a short confrontation, he immediately made the first move.
When he moved, his whole body directly slipped forward. It was as if there was a pulley under his feet, and the ground was extremely smooth.
Almost at the same time, one of his palms suddenly stood up. The water inner strength was instantly condensed to the peak state.
Although he was not yet thirty, his inner strength had reached the peak of the seventh level. He could break through to the eighth level at any time. This attack was condensed with all of his inner strength. It could be said to be aggressive. He actually wanted to finish it in one fell swoop.
He Yitian cultivated the Earth Attribute Cultivation Method, which paid particular attention to stability. However, if he was forced to retreat in the first palm strike, then the word 'stability' could no longer be mentioned.
Before Fan Haori made his move, he had already planned everything out. As long as He Yitian took a step back, then his battle skills would flow down like a river. At that time, every move would be a killer move. He would rather suffer serious injuries than to kill He Yitian under his palms.
As long as this person died, He Quanxin would definitely be confused because of the connection between father and son. At that time, it would be good if he could use 80% of his strength.
If the father and son really died in the hands of him and his son, then the mission given by Lu Xinwen could be completed smoothly.
Once he thought about being accepted as a disciple by an Innate Ranker and having the chance to become an Innate Ranker in the future, his heart suddenly boiled violently.
However, at this moment, He Yitian in front of him raised his palms. That pair of palms was as steady as a rock. Just like that, he found the pair of destined ones in the storm of palm strikes. The two people's palms collided heavily.
Suddenly, a powerful and unimaginable force gushed out from He Yitian's palms. This force was so strong and so indestructible.
Fan Haori screamed and his body suddenly flew upside down. He spun in mid-air before landing steadily. However, his eyes were filled with shock and incomprehension when he looked at He Yitian.
Although the power of this palm strike had not reached the peak of the seventh level, it was not far away. It was almost a line away.
His face instantly became extremely ugly. It turned out that Xiao Yifan had misjudged. He Yitian's inner strength was not at the middle of the seventh level, but close to the peak of this level.
It was precisely because of the limited difference in the strength of both sides' inner strength, coupled with the fact that they restrained each other, that his palm strike could not push He Yifan away. Since he could not even achieve the first step, his subsequent plans were naturally all for naught.
However, since both sides had already exchanged blows, he could not continue like this. Fan Haori gritted his teeth and suddenly charged forward again. His entire body was like a slippery loach as he moved around He Yitian.
The moment he retreated, he had already changed his strategy.
Although He Yitian was strong, his inner strength was still inferior to his. As long as he circled around his opponent and continuously exchanged blows with him to consume his inner strength, he would be the one to win in the end.
However, after both sides exchanged blows dozens of times, the more he fought, the more shocked he became. This was because he suddenly realized that He Yitian's inner strength seemed to be improving at a terrifying and unimaginable speed.
Every time his palms collided with He Yitian's, he would feel that the power from He Yitian's palms had increased. He Yitian was like an inhuman monster with unlimited potential. He was also like a spring. The greater the pressure, the greater the rebound.
This kind of situation was simply unheard of. How could he not be horrified?
After fighting for a while, his heart became more and more desperate. Because when the two's palms collided, he had already discovered that He Yitian, who was originally weaker than him, had the power to completely compete with him.
He finally determined that at this time, He Yitian had definitely reached the peak of the seventh level of inner strength.
He felt extremely bitter in his heart. He did not expect that the other party would make such an incredible breakthrough during the exchange of blows.
Moreover, the other party's energy seemed to be endless. When the two of them exchanged countless blows, even he felt a little exhausted, but He Yitian was still as lively as a dragon and a tiger. Instead, the more they fought, the more excited he became.
At this moment, the only thought in Fan Haori's mind was, could this guy be a freak …
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In the big sedan, Lu Xinwen's eyes shone brightly. He was already certain that his three disciples were completely defeated, and even their things had been completely lost.
This person called He Yitian must have recently taken the Energy Golden Elixir.
Only the incomparably powerful medicinal properties of the Golden Elixir could have such an incredible effect.
Every blow from Fan Haori was equivalent to giving He Yitian a massage and beating, helping him to melt the medicinal power of the Golden Elixir into his body.
If it had not been for this battle, He Yitian might have taken several months to fully exert the medicinal power of this Golden Elixir, but with such a good opponent, and one who deliberately competed with his inner strength, it naturally accelerated the effect of the Golden Elixir, allowing his inner strength to reach the peak of the seventh level in advance.
Not only that, because the Energy Golden Elixir improved the energy of the human body, so when He Yitian's inner strength reached the peak of the seventh level, the residual medicinal power continued to replenish the energy he consumed at this time.
Fan Haori intended to use painstaking efforts to wear He Yitian down, but that was simply impossible.
The old man slowly closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, and the vital energy slowly flowed all over his body. Although the flow frequency was not very fast, it seemed very natural, as if even his whole person had integrated into nature and turned into a clear stream.
He Yiming, who was watching the battle, turned his head. He looked at the mysterious sedan and listened to the voice inside. His expression could not help but become dignified.
In his senses, the stream inside seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, more and more. Perhaps, when the stream became a vast ocean, it was the time when the person inside raised his vital energy to the peak.
He took a step back, but all the vital energy in his body was converged. At this moment, he gathered all the vital energy and strength in his body. He was like an animal full of strength, a strong bow that was pulled. As long as he let go, the arrow would leave the bowstring.
If someone focused on him at this moment, they would definitely notice that He Yiming seemed to have turned into a stone statue, and it was the kind that did not attract attention.
However, at this moment, the crowd did not notice the abnormality at all. Their eyes were locked on the two people who were fighting.
He Yitian suddenly moved. He lifted his foot and took a step forward. At the same time, he clenched his fist and punched out. After this punch, even the sound of the fist wind in the air was particularly ear-piercing.
This was the first time He Yitian's feet left the ground in today's battle, and it was also the first time he took the initiative to attack. However, this punch had already stimulated his best state.
Fan Haori's expression changed slightly. He wanted to dodge, but at this moment, his inner strength stagnated slightly, and he suddenly understood. In the process of both sides exhausting each other, he was actually the first one who could not hold on.
After pausing for a moment, He Yitian had already exhaled and shouted. The power of his fist had become even more exuberant.
With a loud bang, the two people's fists and palms collided.
He Yitian's legs swayed slightly, and he immediately stood up straight. He stood proudly, and his eyes were filled with unending self-improvement.
Fan Haori flew back a few steps and finally stabilized his body. There was already a faint trace of blood meandering down from the corner of his mouth. Looking at He Yitian's expression, he was furious. He could not hold it in anymore, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, dying the ground red.
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