Why does An Xiang retreat step by step? You can’t do it if you don’t retreat!

Every punch of Bing Haoyang uses the word "Transparent" of Panshi Fist, which is called "Strength through the bone marrow and heart-wrenching pain."

An Xiang was tired of blocking, but later his arms couldn't be lifted up.

Seeing that it was the time for fire, Bing Haoyang suddenly came out with a poisonous dragon to go out to sea. Bang! A heavy punch fell steadily on An Xiang's shoulder blade. A stream of blue smoke floated up. An Xiang's body smelled burning feathers, and he flew out five meters away, and then landed heavily on the ground.

The second elder stood up at his desk: "This is the Fire Dragon Fist!" He was stunned. He had practiced the Fire Dragon Fist, but he had never emitted flames, let alone the Fire Dragon. This Bing Haoyang! A greedy light burst out from the eyes of the second elder.

The head of the Anzhen Sect's face was even more ugly than bitter gourd. What made him even more ugly was that the head of Han grabbed the jade bottle and put away the Gubenpei Yuanbao Dan. He smiled: "Senior brother, Chengrong Chengrong, hahaha!"

Master An didn't care about anything else. He ran to the competition venue and picked up his apprentice. Fortunately, his injuries were not serious. Bing Haoyang did not kill him. The burn was real. Now, An Xiang wanted to raise his arms? Don't think about it, his arms were soft, his whole face was pale, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before.

An Gushan looked at Bing Haoyang coldly: "Boy, if my apprentice has a few big and small things, I will kill you!"

After saying that, An Gushan picked up his apprentice and left without any care, not even saying goodbye.

The other two leaders said goodbye in a hurry. Although Panwu Sect didn't win a single champion in this battle, they achieved an unprecedented victory and defeated the most valuable genius of the Anzhen Sect, and the useless man from Panwu Sect has not yet used all his strength.

This made the two leaders unhappy, but more than 200 disciples of Panwu Sect cheered and jumped, and the audience celebrated warmly!

Shui Mei'er ran over and handed Bing Haoyang a scarf: "Haoyang, wipe the sweat."

Bing Haoyang felt the hatred gaze in the distance, and he knew who it was.

But at this moment he had no need to hide his strength, so he happily accepted: "Thank you, senior sister."

The Eighth Elder ran to the center of the martial arts venue, hugged his apprentice in his arms, and kept saying: Good! Good!

Can you not be excited? In the Panwu Sect, my disciples didn't give him a pill, and the Eighth Elder felt proud and the anger held in his heart finally burst out. This was even more enjoyable than winning a battle himself!

Bing Haoyang quietly said to his master: "Master, strengthen the foundation and cultivate the ingot pill."

The Eighth Elder suddenly realized and looked at the leader.

The head of the lord said loudly: "My junior brothers, let's go to the conference hall to talk, and Bing Haoyang, you can come together."

In this way, the eight elders, together with the head and Bing Haoyang, ten people walked towards the conference hall. Behind Bing Haoyang, several pairs of hatred eyes shot towards Bing Haoyang's back, including the four tigers of the Pan family, and the star of the Panwu Sect: Yan Kundong!

When I arrived at the conference hall, things did not happen as Bing Haoyang imagined: first praise, then send the treasure elixir down and say a few words of encouragement.

Things changed, the second elder's Triangle's eyes were radiating with greed: "Bing Haoyang! What's going on with the Rock Fist?"

Bing Haoyang looked at the second elder coldly: "Second Elder, don't you know that the treasure of our Panwu Sect's sect is the Rock Fist? If you don't know, you can learn from the master of the sect."

The second elder was criticized by a useless person, and he was furious: "Bing Haoyang! You are bold!"

The Eighth Elder spoke: "Second Brother, Haoyang is right. You don't even know the treasure of the sect. You should ask the senior brother of the sect for more advice. Maybe it's because you are older."

The master and apprentice sang together, and the second elder was so angry that he couldn't ask for it for a moment. Master Han coughed lightly and asked, "Eighth Junior Brother, did you teach Haoyang's boxing skills? What's the fire of that Fire Dragon Fist?"

The Eighth Elder smiled slightly: "Senior Brother, I have been collecting medicine and have not taught him boxing skills. It should be his own understanding."

All the elders looked at Bing Haoyang, Bing Haoyang said nothing, and Master Han said kindly: "Haoyang, tell your master how the flames of the Fire Dragon Fist were emitted? Are you using true energy?"

How did Bing Haoyang answer? To be honest, I used purple marrow, but what purple marrow is? Bing Haoyang couldn't explain it clearly, and of course he could not say it was true qi. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Master Master, in fact, I sent it out by accident. Just when the competition was a light of inspiration appeared in my head, and I definitely couldn't send it out now."

Several elders looked at each other, and a light of inspiration appeared. Everyone had that time. This explanation was very reasonable, but the second elder snorted coldly: "My spirit snake died suddenly a few days ago, and its essence and blood disappeared. Did you do it? Say!"

The Eighth Elder was furious: "The surname is Pan! You are full of yelling. My disciple is only level 3. Can he defeat your spiritual snake?"

If a disciple in the martial arts realm meets a spirit beast, he will be killed in seconds!

The second elder's triangular eyes shot out a terrifying ray of invisibility: "So, you killed my spiritual snake?!"

The Eighth Elder sneered: "I have the clone technique? Are you saying that I was collecting herbs in the Grand Canyon, and my clone destroyed your spiritual snake?"

The second elder was unreasonable: "Hmph! My spirit snake is dead, and your disciple's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. Explain to me, what's going on? You must have killed my spirit snake, and then let Bing Haoyang break through the bottleneck and improve his cultivation!"

Elder Eight was so angry that his mind jumped up: "Pan Tianque, you are a bastard logic. You raise a spirit snake in the sect. The heads of those three sects know that why don't you suspect it's them? Because you are afraid of them, you frame me, shameless!"

After saying that, the Eighth Elder looked at the head: "Senior Brother, my disciple won back that precious pill. He has added glory to the sect, so he should give the treasure pill to my disciple."

The second elder firmly opposed: "Don't think about it! If you don't explain clearly about his diligent cultivation, you won't get the treasure pill!"

Originally, the award was simple, but it turned into a tense situation. Under the accusation of the second elder, Bing Haoyang did not get the principal and ingot pill. In anger, the eighth elder led Bing Haoyang out of the conference hall.

The Eighth Elder was disappointed. For the sake of the sect's face, he asked Bing Haoyang to take the risk of fighting, but the spoils he won were deprived of them with many excuses. He was very disappointed with the leader. When he returned to the cave, the Eighth Elder said nothing. Although he did not get the treasure pill, Bing Haoyang's heart was warm. Master was so good!

After the Eighth Elder left, the Second Elder hurried back to the cave. His heart could not be calm because of his fifth grandson Pan Zexin!

The continuous bloodletting therapy made the part terrible. I took the detoxification pill and finally the symptoms were alleviated.

Just imagine, Bing Haoyang swallowed the blood of the spirit snake and the venom of snakes. He also inputted purple marrow energy to Pan Zexin, with purple marrow plus extremely poison. If it were an ordinary warrior, he would have died long ago. This kid relied on his grandfather's spiritual stone to buy high-level spiritual pills to save his life.
Chapter completed!