Urban Madness

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Hearing this strange sound of Yin and Yang, Ye Fan and Guan Feihong turned their heads at the same time.

In his sight, a 27-year-old man appeared, his eyebrows were full of arrogance, his head was held high, his nostrils were up to the sky, and he didn't look straight at people.

He was wearing a black samurai uniform, tall and burly, his arms were as thick as ordinary human thighs, and his muscles were like cast copper and iron, containing explosive power, and he was about to split his clothes.

Even at a certain distance, people feel a sturdy and domineering atmosphere.

There is no doubt that this person is the eighth-ranked Tianjiao, the youngest of Jizhou Luoshi——

Luo Yang!

Guan Feihong was originally prepared to settle things down, but Luo Yang was so cheap and still behaved, but he unscrupulously provoked under the eyes of everyone.

At this moment, Guan Feihong could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and his hair stood up, gritted his teeth and said: "Huh...Luo Yang, don't think that you can do whatever you want with Jizhou Luo's support. Should I be afraid of you?"

"cut!"

Luo Yang curled his mouth in disdain, folded his hands on his chest, held his head high, disdainfully said:

"Although your Guan family is a survivor from the previous dynasty, you can show it off in the world! Want to pretend to be in front of me? Don't weigh your own abilities!"

"presumptuous!"

Guan Feihong let out a loud roar, his narrow eyes half-squinted, glowing with gloomy rays, staring at Luo Yang, wishing to take him alive.

"Luo Yang, dare you to challenge me heads-up? Whoever wins, who will belong to that set of sky-sized houses!"

As Guan Feihong spoke, he flexed his hands and stretched his body. There was a "cracking" sound at all major joints, and his bones and muscles thundered.

When Luo Yang heard this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, disdainfully said:

"Haha... As far as I know, you lost to Zhao Ye half a year ago! And Zhao Ye, is my defeat again! With your little skills, you want to challenge me? It's almost the same for me to lift shoes. !"

"court death!"

Guan Feihong, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, has never received such humiliation. His eyes are red, his fists are clenched, and he is ready to go.

For a time, the atmosphere in the field was tense and tense, as if a great battle would erupt in the next moment.

At the same time, the movement here also attracted the attention of many guests in the lobby.

Soon, someone recognized their identity and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Huh? Isn't this Guan Feihong, the closed disciple of the head of the Emperor Xuanzong?"

"Tsk tusk... the opposite is Luo Yang from Luoshi, Jizhou, who is ranked two higher than Guan Feihong on the Qianlong list!"

"Unexpectedly... the Qingyun test hadn't started yet, the two of them would go on the bar first!"

"There is a good show! It's another battle!"

...

At this moment, Luo Yang suddenly had a strange smile on his face, saying:

"Guan Feihong, you are ranked tenth on the Qianlong list, so you can barely be considered a master! However, I am no longer capable of eighth!"

"boom!"

At this moment, Luo Yang's momentum continued to rise, his figure also abruptly rose a lot, becoming a two-meter giant.

The black samurai uniform was completely torn apart, torn into pieces, revealing a strong upper body.

Ben Zhang's muscles, like a knife chopping an axe, and pouring gold, give a strong visual impact, as if a random punch is enough to crack a mountain and crack a rock.

"Ho **** ho ho..."

In the next moment, Luo Yang roared, and the phantom of five elephants appeared out of thin air on top of his head, giving people a sense of weight, as if to crush the sky and crush the earth.

The surrounding space seems to be frozen.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, the martial artists around who watched the excitement couldn't help but **** in a breath of air-conditioning, and the whole body was shocked, like being shocked by an electric shock, as if the heart was severely grabbed by a pair of invisible hands, almost suffocating.

It took more than half a minute before someone recovered and said in shock:

"Oh my God! This is the power of five dragons and five elephants!"

"Luo Yang's punch now is nearly 100,000 catties!"

"If you re-rank the Qianlong list now, Luo Yang might be able to rank in the top five!"

On the other side, Guan Feihong's expression was ugly to the extreme, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Six months ago, Luo Yang only mastered the power of the four dragons and four elephants when he defeated Zhao Ye, who was ranked ninth on the list of hidden dragons.

Guan Feihong never expected that Luo Yang would break through again in such a short period of time!

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", each breakthrough is equivalent to a qualitative leap for the martial artist.

One dragon and one elephant is almost equivalent to 20,000 catties of strength, while five dragons and five elephants are one hundred thousand catties, or fifty tons!

Imagine that Luo Yang's punch is equivalent to a fifty-ton giant smashing on the enemy.

Moreover, the 50 tons of power were all compressed at the point of the fist, and the lethality exploded exponentially.

No matter how confident Guan Feihong was, he would not dare to shake it head-on!

...

At this moment, Luo Yang moved suddenly and took a step forward.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise in the lobby, the marble floor was instantly cracked, and stone chips splashed.

The power of a step is really like the reincarnation of an overlord.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Luo Yang stepped forward nine steps, one step more powerful than one step, and one step stronger than one step.

When he reached the ninth step, dense cracks appeared on the ground behind him, as if he had been bombarded by artillery.

Such power is really shocking.

At this moment, he was only a few meters away from Guan Feihong.

And Guan Feihong's face was pale and bloodless, as if frightened stupidly, standing still in place, unable to move, unable to raise the slightest fighting spirit.

Even if there is no official confrontation yet, he knows that he is definitely not Luo Yang's opponent.

Maybe one face-to-face will result in defeat and the risk of serious injury.

Under the gaze of everyone, Luo Yang didn't start a big killing, instead he reduced his momentum a little, raised his head high, and said in contempt:

"Guan Feihong, now... you should know the strength gap between us! If you grab a room from you, I can look down on you! Those who are acquainted will bow their heads and admit their mistakes, and see me from now on and hide away! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

At this moment, Luo Yang was extremely overbearing, completely disregarding Guan Feihong's eyes, and stomping him under his feet severely.

But the warriors who watched the battle in the distance looked like a matter of course.

In the ancient martial arts world, what follows is the ancient law of the jungle.

The weak and the strong eat, the king loses!

Big fist is the last word!

Since Guan Feihong's skills are not as good as people's skills, he should admit counsel.

And what happened here, I am afraid it will not take long before it will spread throughout the ancient martial arts world.

By then, Guan Feihong will become a laughing stock and be ridiculed by others.

With his pride, 80% of them will leave an indelible shadow, and even produce demons, making it difficult to advance in the realm.

...

Looking at Guan Feihong who was standing still, Luo Yang seemed to be a little impatient, his eyes stunned, he waved his fist and threatened:

"Hey... I have given you the opportunity. If you don't cherish it, you will have to pay the price of blood today!"

With that said, Luo Yang burst into a terrifying murderous intent again, and pressed toward Guan Feihong.

Guan Feihong's body trembled in the midst of murderous intent.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

He has lost the will to fight, and now he has an illusion, as if he has transformed into a lonely boat in the storm, vacillating and may be swallowed at any time.

At this moment, Ye Fan, who had been silent next to him, suddenly stood up.

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

He walked quickly to Guan Feihong's body and resisted Luo Yang's coercion for him.

"call……"

Guan Feihong suddenly loosened his body, as he was relieved, panting heavily, looked at Ye Fan and said gratefully: "Mr. Bai, thank you!"

However, on the opposite side, Luo Yang showed a sullen expression on his face, staring at Ye Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Who are you? How dare to take care of things and intervene in the grudge between me and Guan Feihong!"

"Humph!"

Ye Fan let out a cold snort, and the pair of eyes under the mask bloomed with enchanting cold light, like a sharp sword overwhelmed with thorns, stabling towards Luo Yang, his voice said hoarsely:

"You have to look at the master when you hit the dog! Although Guan Feihong is not a good weapon, he is my follower after all! You insult him one after another, then you don't give me face!"