V2.Chapter 48

He Yitian took a deep breath, no longer looked at fan Haori in front of him, turned around and returned to the original place. Lang said, "Dad, the child won and returned."

He Quanxin laughed and said, "well, it's my he family's son."

He praised without stinginess, but he was extremely surprised in his heart. Of course, he knows exactly what the real cultivation of one day is, and when he has made such rapid progress.

Moreover, seeing the scene of internal energy consumption just now, his heart was even more shocked. The energy of the day turned out to be so long. If he could get along easily, or let him control his inner strength at the seventh level, he would be dragged to death by this seemingly endless inner strength.

Of course, this is not a good time to ask. He can only put the wonder in his heart and talk about it later.

He Yitian knew it clearly. He looked in the direction of his sixth brother gratefully, but couldn't help but be slightly stunned. The sixth brother stood there, his face with a kind of breezy, seemingly wandering expression. It's like his mind is not in his body. Not only that, he can't even feel the breath of he Yiming's life.

If it weren't for his eyes, he almost doubted that there was no one there.

He was suspicious and was hesitating whether to come forward and observe it carefully. However, at this moment, he heard the changes behind him, and immediately involuntarily paid attention to the past.

The figure flashed, and fan Shuhe appeared behind his son. He gently patted his son on the back, and a strong internal force immediately crossed.

Their father and son, like he Quanxin and his son, are all inherited in one vein.

The same water system skill gives them a unique advantage in healing.

However, fan Haori suddenly broke away. Looking at fan Shuhe's eyes, he shook his head slightly, with a trace of shame on his face, and said, "Dad, I lost."

Fan Shuhe silently looked at his son, and the sad color of self mockery on his face made his heart extremely heavy.

He knew that his son looked exquisite on the surface, and even did not hesitate to grovel in the face of Lu Xinwen. But in fact, in his bones, he has incomparable pride. Today, losing to a man of his age is undoubtedly a great blow to him.

At this moment, he clearly saw the loss and confusion in fan Haori's eyes.

He knew better that if fan Haori couldn't see through all this, it would be difficult to make any further progress from now on.

Thinking of this, it was like a needle, which hurt his heart.

Fan Shuhe's face gradually calmed down, as if he suddenly made up his mind when facing a difficult thing to choose.

Patted his son on the shoulder, fan Shuhe's heart suddenly filled with an unprecedented pride, he said: "it's all right, I'll take the lead for you."

Fan Haori was stunned and saw how fan Shu strode out.

At this moment, my father's back is so thick and reliable!

With every step, fan Shuhe was as steady as a mountain, as if a boulder were moving, and he was calm to the extreme.

Yuan Zeyu and others' eyes were frozen, and their hearts were all shocked.

As we all know, fan Shu is a water system expert with ten layers of internal strength, but this water system expert with ten layers of internal strength walked out of such a heavy step at this moment, but he no longer had the gentle and ethereal feeling of the water system.

However, the more so, the hearts of people will become more dignified and uneasy.

A master of water system unexpectedly showed such incredible power. What does this represent?

He Yiming's eyes seemed to move for a moment, and he felt a boundless sense of war, which stimulated his momentum and no longer had any reserved will to fight.

In his short 16 years of life, he has seen masters like the crucian carp crossing the river, not only the acquired masters, but also the congenital strong ones.

However, no matter from anyone, he has never felt this strong will to fight.

When a man is angry, his blood splashes five steps.

He Yiming unexpectedly gave birth to this horrible feeling for no reason.

He suddenly understood that this was a real master who had entered the battle field with a pious attitude with the mentality of giving up his own life.

"Brother he, your brother is really good at martial arts, which fan admires. But now, it should be your turn to fight with me."

Fan Shuhe smiled slightly. His smile was so calm, as if he were telling an insignificant matter.

The smile on he Quanxin's face has completely restrained, and he clearly sensed the strong sense of danger from this person. But at this moment, he couldn't stand to shrink back.

"Since brother fan wants to test he's skill, he dares not to comply."

Everyone on both sides calmed down. After seeing he Quanxin coming on, people on both sides were involuntarily nervous.

In the hearts of most people, he Quanxin and fan Shuhe are the last trumps of today's two families.

As long as they decide the outcome, today's competition is basically over, and the ownership of Yuan Jiazhuang garden is based on today's war.

When fan Haori challenged he Yitian, everyone thought that they would definitely see many similar good plays. But unexpectedly, when the two young men finished the first World War, fan Shuhe immediately couldn't wait to challenge.

In the end, the first World War came so fast and so abrupt, which really made most people feel unprepared.

He Quanxin was about to step out, but he Yiming said, "uncle, wait a minute."

Everyone was stunned and looked at him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

He Yiming stepped forward a few steps, turned around and covered everyone's eyes. Then he stretched out his hands and shook them quickly with movements that were beyond the reach of ordinary human eyes.

He practiced the imprint skill, and his hands were extremely dexterous. This action was even more capable. It could be said that it was as fast as lightning. In an instant, it was a remnant. After that, he could no longer see any trace.

Then he said softly, "uncle, be careful."

After that, he Yiming returned to the original place and once again entered the realm of wholeheartedly converging to one point.

He Quanxin's face was very strange. His fists clenched and loosened again, and then rubbed each other, as if there was something wrong with his body. However, he did not delay too much, but looked up and entered the center of the venue.

Yuan Zeyu and his son looked at each other, and their eyes were full of anxiety.

I don't know what happened to he Yiming. He Yiming unexpectedly staged such a farce at such an important moment. Looking at he Quanxin's face and expression, it seems that it can't be called the peak state anyway. This time, I'm afraid the situation will not be too optimistic.

"Please."

As he Quanxin hugged his fist and said the word of request, fan Shuhe shot.

At this moment, the distance between them is almost the same as before he Yitian and fan Haori fought. Because this is the general distance in a regular fight.

Fan Shuhe raised his palm slightly, and the heels of his two feet lifted slightly. He forced his feet and immediately slipped out.

His action is exactly the same as that of fan Haori at first. If there is any difference, it is that he is faster, more dexterous and more like flowing water.

From the ancient well without waves, it instantly turned into the flexible water of the river. This sudden change made everyone have a very contradictory feeling. It seems that fan Shu is different from two people before and after, or it is just two people shooting separately at all.

He Quanxin didn't look a little relaxed, and his reaction was exactly the same as he Yitian. He raised a palm as if it were placed there, quietly waiting for the impact from the other side.

With a bang, the palms of both sides hit together in an instant, and the powerful internal force suddenly erupted into unparalleled strength. Waves of invisible inner strength suddenly burst from their feet, and there were some cracks on the ground because of the hard work of two ten layer inner strength masters.

He Quanxin's body was like a rock, and he stubbornly withstood the impact of this powerful storm. After a slight shake, he stopped steadily.

Fan Shuhe was shocked and suddenly stepped back.

Although his water system skill is powerful, his internal strength is only similar to that of he Quanxin. Compared with the skill, it is inevitably inferior.

However, fan Shuhe's retreating step just landed on his toes and rushed up again, but this time he pointed like a knife and suddenly stabbed it out.

There was a glittering light on the looming middle finger, like a drop of water from top to bottom reflecting sunlight.

He Quanxin responded to changes with constancy, raised his palm again and gently touched the tip of the other party's palm.

Suddenly, he Quanxin's face changed slightly, because he had sensed a strange force, which looked as soft as cotton and seemed not strong. However, this force has a momentum of perseverance, as if it can pierce whatever it encounters.

He Quanxin's heart was faint and cold. Why did this feeling seem to be the feature of the golden skill, but the internal force contact between the two sides made him clearly understand that what Fan Shu used was still the internal force of the water system, and there was absolutely no change.

Fan Shuhe retreated and advanced half a step like this. Every time he retreated and advanced, he would stab out like a knife. It seemed that this was all his skill.

But in the face of such a simple and almost sleepy play, he Quanxin's face was unimaginably dignified. His legs were slightly bent and steadily resisted each other's attack. But in the end, it can only be so, because from beginning to end, he did not attack a punch, even a comforting punch.

Under this not too fast attack, he Quanxin turned out to be powerless to fight back.

He Yiming's eyebrows beat slightly. At the moment, he has concentrated all his spirit and Qi. This highly concentrated state even made his sensing ability higher than usual.

In his feeling, fan Shuhe at the moment is no longer the surging water in the river, but the small drops of water slowly falling from the cliff.

Although this kind of small water drop is inconspicuous, its power cannot be underestimated.

The great river and flowing water, although imposing, can be vast in an instant.

However, when the flood recedes, the mountain is still that mountain and the land is still that land, which cannot destroy all this land.

However, the small drops of water dripping from high places are different. They may never reach the water level that can submerge the big rocks below, but their efforts can enable them to create a new miracle.

That is, dripping wears away the stone.

When the number of water drops reaches an infinite number, when they drop to a certain point on the big stone for many years, even the hardest stone will be made a small hole by this seemingly powerless little water drop.

At the moment, fan Shu is to highly compress his internal strength in the body, and then hit it bit by bit, trying to pierce the big stone in front of him.

However, this kind of war skill that forcibly compresses the internal force must have a certain impact and destruction on the human body itself. There is no problem in doing this in a short time, but if it is done for a long time, even the iron man will not be able to bear it.

But similarly, this kind of play, which does not hesitate to damage itself, also has unimaginable power.

Although there is a reason for the defeat of Kung Fu, fan Shuhe still has the absolute upper hand without any doubt.

It is not only he Yiming who understands this. As long as he Yiming reaches the seventh level in the field, he Yiming should see it.

The confusion and gloom in fan Haori's eyes have all disappeared. What emerges at this moment is excitement and guilt.

Suddenly, he understood what his father had just said.

He knew that his father's doing so was simply taking his own life to gamble on the victory.

In this way, he is announcing to everyone that my son has been beaten, and I will vent my anger on you. For this, even if I gamble my life.

In a trance, fan Haori's eyes twinkled with a kind of glittering light. His fists had been tightly held together unconsciously. His heart was surging, and he wished to end at the moment and replace it with his body.

The negative effects caused by the humiliation at the time of defeat have been completely away from him. He feels the strong internal strength that gradually emerges from his body. He even has an inexplicable feeling. As long as he is given a period of practice, he will be able to break through the limit barrier of the seventh floor and reach the realm of the eighth floor.

In the field, he Quanxin finally couldn't stand it. He stumbled under his feet and finally stepped back.

Dripping water wears away stone. When the power of water is accumulated to the extreme, it is also invincible.

Fan Shuhe's eyes lit up, and the essence of his eyes splashed everywhere. The faint and burning meridians in his body seemed to have no influence on him at this moment.

With a long roar, his originally steady body turned quickly at the same time, like a river flowing, one wave after another came.

A big stone, if it stands still, the flood naturally cannot wash it away. But if the foundation has been loosened, then a wave will hit, and this big stone will have nothing but to drift along the water.

After fan Shuhe took his life as a bet, he finally won the bet.

That pair of fists flowed, and the whole person instantly turned into a raging wave, flooding towards he Quanxin, as if he wanted to drown him completely.

He Quanxin's feet have lost their center of gravity, which is known to be bad. But at this moment, there is no way at all, only to make every effort to resist this storm like attack.

It's just that if masters compete, once they fall into the disadvantage, it's undoubtedly extremely difficult to pull back the disadvantage again.

Seeing that his palms were floating around like butterflies, he Quanxin finally felt overwhelmed.

Although there were thousands of unwillingness and helplessness in his heart, he sighed a long sigh, and finally his arms were stretched out, just like an iron whip.

Yuan Zeyu and his son's face finally changed. Although he Quanxin fell behind, with the strong defensive characteristics of the earth based martial arts, if he always replaced martial arts with defense, he may not have no hope.

However, he chose to attack actively at this time.

Isn't this tantamount to suicide

Fan Shuhe's eyes flashed a ferocious color in an instant, and his palm was pasted as if it were boneless. He was absolutely sure that as long as the power on this arm was removed, he could take advantage of the gap in this moment to hurt the other party, and even attack one after another until he was killed on the spot.

His hands have been raised, one inside and one outside, the murderous opportunity is exposed, and the powerful and fierce murderous spirit is directed at the people's heart.

He Yitian's eyes are red, and he has clearly seen fan Shu's heart of killing.

In an instant, the two masters with ten levels of internal strength had reached the point of judging life and death.

However, when fan Shuhe's palm contacted he Quanxin's arm, his face changed greatly, and his eyes were even more shocked.

A surge of energy came from he Quanxin's arm.

This is a powerful force, a force far beyond his imagination.

At this moment, he even doubted whether even the gold strength at the peak of the ten layer internal strength could send out such a powerful force?

The tingling of the meridians in his body became more and more severe, but he couldn't care so much anymore. All the internal strength rushed out like the tide, trying to block the sweeping arm in front of him.

Block, block, can't block

That arm mixed with unparalleled strength, broke through fan Shuhe's palm barrier, and heavily pumped it on his chest.

Fan Shuhe's body flew up like wings, turned a big somersault in the air, and then fell down softly.

Fan Haori's body was as sharp as electricity, and even regardless of the injury on his body, he suddenly rushed over and firmly held his father in his arms.

Fan Shuhe stared at he Quanxin with wide eyes.

At this moment, the clothes on he Quanxin's arm are all broken, and a golden arm protector is exposed under his elbow.

Fan Shuhe's eyes showed a sudden color. His lips shook twice, and finally a wisp of blood flowed out. He breathed a long breath, and there was no breath anymore.