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Text Chapter 35: Rolling Stone Fist

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    "Are you Yang Fan?" The leader was also wearing gray clothes, but his style was quite different from the others. There was an earthy yellow edge on the cuffs, and a word "Tu" was embroidered on the chest.  This style is the same as that of the blue-clothed disciples of the inner sect.  For example, the inner disciple Zhang Chufeng, who was dissatisfied with Yang Fan yesterday, had the word "water" embroidered on his chest in blue, which represented the inner disciple of the main line of water.  "This man is obviously an outer disciple. How come he is wearing a disciple's uniform embroidered with native characters? Is he an appointed disciple of the inner sect?" There is no record of such a disciple's uniform in the sect's rules and regulations, so Yang Fan speculated in his mind.  He nodded to the man: "I am Yang Fan, what does this senior brother want?" Seeing Yang Fan admit it, the man smiled coldly and pointed at Yang Fan's nose arrogantly: "How can you live in that courtyard?  ? If you don't want me to move out immediately, go to the outer disciples' martial arts field and shout "I am a waste" three times, I will let you go, otherwise" "What else do you want to do when you see this person?  After speaking like this, Yang Fan also put away his good expression.  "Be brave, dare to talk to Senior Brother Zhou like this, you are seeking death!" Unexpectedly, before the man could speak, a guy with deer-like eyebrows and rat eyes jumped out behind him, pointed at Yang Fan and scolded loudly.  Yang Fan¡¯s seven-orificed exquisite heart began to beat faster involuntarily, and a surge of anger arose from the bottom of his heart. He had a desire to beat this guy who was pointing at his nose to a pulp.  However, Yang Fan, who had been a good student for more than ten years, finally resisted the urge to take action immediately. He looked at Senior Brother Zhou and said, "I respect you, you are my senior brother. If I don't respect you, you are bullshit. This courtyard is  The old man who grew up gave it to me. You are really capable. You can go to the old man and tell me, or you can just come and take it away. Let me see what you are capable of and ask me to move it out. " "Okay, look at how arrogant you are.  You must have some skills, and I will teach you a lesson today, so that you won¡¯t have to know your own name when you enter Zhenwu Sect.¡± With that, Senior Brother Zhou waved his hand, and everyone dispersed.  The outer disciple with the deer-headed mouse eyes moved his eyebrows and suddenly came up to him: "Senior Brother Zhou, how can such a small character be worthy of your personal action? Let the young one take care of him, so as not to dirty senior brother's hands." Senior Brother Zhou's eyes sparkled.  He ducked, stared at Yang Fan, and nodded: "In that case, I'll let you go. I'll destroy this kid's legs. I want to watch him climb out of the yard in front of me."  "Good luck!" The outer disciple with the deer-headed rat eyes responded proudly, as if he had received a great reward. When he looked at Yang Fan, he said in an arrogant manner: "Remember, I will beat you today.  My name is Zhang Xiaoyi. If you see me again in the future, remember to call me Grandpa Xiaoyi, otherwise I will beat you again." With that said, Zhang Xiaoyi lunged towards Yang Fan with a sound of wind in his hands.  A shadow of a fist struck, and it looked like a huge boulder rolling down from the sky, hitting him.  "Rolling Stone Fist!" Although Yang Fan has not practiced Rolling Stone Fist, he has memorized the five sets of boxing techniques in his heart. Naturally, he remembers that this is the killing move of Rolling Stone Fist, a huge stone falling from the sky.  With a thought in his heart, the soft water boxing technique was naturally used.  I saw his left hand turning into a circle and his right hand forming a fist. He took half a step forward and approached Zhang Xiaoyi. He actually dodged this move and then hit the ground with his right fist.  Zhang Xiaoyi's left shoulder looked like it was lightly touched, but when it came into contact, it made a sharp sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.  "The blood is like a tide!" Hearing this voice, Senior Brother Zhou, who was watching quietly from the side, suddenly became ugly.  "Zhang Xiaoyi, who had been punched, seemed to be pushed by an invisible force. He took several steps back and finally turned over and fell to the ground. He rolled a few meters more before stopping.  He fell to the ground, clutching his right shoulder that was in severe pain and numbness, and looked at Yang Fan with a horrified look on his face: "You actually practiced Roushui Fist to this point?"  What a profound level, but I just had an idea and used the blood energy as the soft water energy described in Rou Shui Fist. What I didn't expect was that something like this happened.  That punch was actually not very powerful, only six or seven thousand kilograms of force at most. It was just the constant thrust that was so long-lasting that it made people feel horrified.  "I didn't expect that you are actually a master. Okay, today, let me come and meet you for a while!" Senior Brother Zhou looked solemn and stepped forward again.?, this time, no outer disciples like Zhang Xiaoyi took the lead. Obviously, Yang Fan's punch shocked them.  Senior Brother Zhou formed fists with both hands and struck out with one move. It was the Skyfall Boulder that Zhang Xiaoyi had used before. However, compared to Zhang Xiaoyi's empty boulder, the shadow that Senior Brother Zhou used was more solid and larger. At first glance, it seemed as if  It was like a real boulder falling, and the momentum was even more terrifying, with a roaring sound.  This time, Yang Fan did not use Soft Water Fist again.  With his current practice of Soft Water Fist, he has not practiced Soft Water Fist to a very advanced level. In addition, this set of boxing techniques focuses on nourishing Qi and regulating the internal organs. In terms of attack, it is far inferior to Rolling Stone Fist, but in front of him  This Senior Brother Zhou has practiced Rolling Stone Fist to a great level. Not only that, his cultivation level should also have reached the peak of acquired first-level, or even acquired perfection, which is only one step away from the innate state.  For such a person, if Yang Fan still uses Roushui Fist, that would be a big mistake.  I saw him clenching his fists, shrinking his body, and the python wrapped around him automatically activated. Then, the Bull Demon in the Bull Demon Fist lifted up to the sky and activated instantly. His two fists, like two horns reaching up to the sky, moved toward the sky.  The fist shadow falling from the sky struck away.  This is a head-on confrontation!  Boom!  There was a loud noise, and Senior Brother Zhou, who fell from the sky, was shaken and flew out, while Yang Fan trembled all over and stood still.  Poof!  When Senior Brother Zhou landed on the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out.  He looked at Yang Fan in disbelief: "Okay, okay!" He said two good words, but didn't say anything more. Brother Zhou endured the severe pain in his hands, turned around and left.  Seeing this scene, the few outer sect disciples who followed were astonished. They could not believe that the new junior brother in front of them, who had just started for a day, actually defeated senior brother Zhou Pingchuan, the strongest among the top ten disciples of the outer sect.  .  "How is this possible?" Zhang Xiaoyi even shouted out.  "Aren't you going to be embarrassed here?" It wasn't until Zhou Pingchuan who had already walked away gave a soft drink that these few people came back to their senses and hurriedly followed. Although Zhou Pingchuan lost, Senior Brother Tong was interested in Zhou Pingchuan.  Even if he loses now, he and others cannot be offended or neglected in the slightest.  As for Yang Fan, although they are afraid, they have no intention of clinging to him, because in Zhenwu Sect, if they offend Senior Brother Tong, no one can save him.  "Senior Brother Zhou indeed has some skills. He is just an acquired peak, and his fist power can reach twelve thousand kilograms." After a few people walked away, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but his hands started to tremble slightly. It was obvious that  The force he endured in the previous punch was not light.  "Hurry to Xiaolong Village. When you come back, you must practice hard."
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