Conceited Immortal On Campus

12 moves of the Immortal Martial Arts, This was what Qian Loongquan had practiced all his life.    

    

The first move was the ultimate martial art. It could be seen how furious Qian Loongquan was now.    

    

He struck out with his palm. It was as if there was the intent of cutting off a river.    

    

Concept!    

    

Qian Loongquan's concept was different from Yan Ann's. He had been in the Concept for many years and could not be compared.    

    

Han Loong looked at him and his eyes moved. He retracted his right hand and stood upright in front of his chest. Then, he opened his eyes wide and a bright golden light flew out.    

    

The same palm swept out and collided with Qian Loongquan's palm.    

    

Boom!    

    

The place where the two palms came into contact with each other was instantly shattered, forming a vacuum.    

    

The ground sank even further, shattering inch by inch.    

    

The strength of the two of them seemed as if they possessed the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, and even the aftershock was sufficient to shatter the earth and shatter bricks.    

    

Qian Loongquan's eyes seemed to be tainted with blood, yet his pupils flickered with a wisp of shock and shock.    

    

From Han Loong's palm, he could feel the vigorous Martial Arts Golden Core strength of his opponent. This Martial Arts Golden Core strength was definitely not inferior to his, and it was even better than his.    

    

In the secret pact, he seemed to see a domain from Han Loong's body. This kind of domain seemed to be the most domineering existence under the heavens, as well as a firm and steady presence.    

    

Bright King intent!    

    

Qian Loongquan's eyes shook. He remembered something.    

    

There was a Buddhist Sect in the Tibetan region. It was rumored that one of the founders of the Buddhist Sect had cultivated the Three Era Bright King Body.    

    

Qian Loongquan had fought with the Buddhist Sect before and had seen the so-called Bright King Intent. If his guess was correct, this Bright King Intent was one of the Three Era Bright King Bodies, the Tiger Spot Ming King.    

    

The Great Buddha was a proud disciple with tiger spots on his body. He was the representative of great wisdom and courage.    

    

"You are a member of the Vajra Buddhist Sect!" The Martial Arts Golden Core energy in Qian Loongquan's body was endless, and he spoke coldly.    

    

"No, but I have been cultivating in the Vajra Buddhist Sect for a period of time." Han Loong said with a faint smile, "It seems like you have seen the Bright King intent of the Vajra Buddhist Sect."    

    

"There are three Bright King's Wills. This is only the will of the Tiger King. It has also become the Bright King's Will!"    

    

Han Loong was calm and collected. He looked at Qian Loongquan and suddenly his body shook.    

    

There was actually a golden light blooming around his body.    

    

His expression changed as well. He became serious. Only his eyebrows were erect and his eyes were as furious as thunder.    

    

Boom!    

    

At this moment, Qian Loongquan felt that Han Loong was not alone. He was a Vajra that had walked out of the vast land of Buddha.    

    

The Vajra glared at him, and everyone feared him!    

    

Even Qian Loongquan's mind swayed for a moment. As he swayed, a majestic force came from his palm, causing Qian Loongquan to retreat.    

    

Qian Loongquan snapped back to his senses and shouted.    

    

"I don't respect Buddha, so what if I am a King Kong?"    

    

With a loud shout, he retracted his palm and suddenly jumped up. Both of his hands turned into fists.    

    

The surrounding air kept rushing towards Qian Loongquan. Around him, there was a vague shape of a dragon.    

    

He looked at Han Loong and took a step forward. A dragon's roar echoed in the sky.    

    

His fists had yet to land, and he had yet to arrive. However, the pressure of the wind was like a huge mountain.    

    

The twelve moves of the Immortal Martial Arts, Proud Dragon Sealing Abyss!    

    

Han Loong's expression turned slightly serious. He lifted his eyes and looked at Qian Loongquan. Then, he struck out with his palm.    

    

However, after he struck out with his palm, it transformed into eight palms that seemed to have eight arms as they met Qian Loongquan's fists.    

    

It was as if the heavens and earth had collided, and the fists and palms intersected. In the next instant, a figure broke through the air and landed a full hundred meters away.    

    

Boom!    

    

It landed on the ground like a shooting star, leaving behind a deep pit several meters deep.    

    

Qian Loongquan was half-kneeling on the ground, blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth.    

    

He looked at Han Loong. Ever since he entered the Martial Arts Golden Core Stage realm, this was the first time he had been defeated in a one-on-one battle.    

    

The strength of the man in front of him was about to reach the peak of the Martial Arts Golden Core Stage realm.    

    

Qian Loongquan even had a feeling that this man might not have used his full strength.    

    

When did such a figure appear in Huaxia? Most importantly, he had never heard anything about it.    

    

Han Loong stopped. His palm was also red, but in comparison, it was not a big deal.    

    

"The master of Qian family is nothing more than this!"    

    

"Your martial art is not bad. It should be passed down by the Chen family?"    

    

Han Loong said with a faint smile. "Unfortunately, you are not able to cultivate it to the large success stage. If not, you might be my opponent!"    

    

Qian Loongquan's heart was burning with anger when he heard that. He said coldly, "Do you think you have victory in your hands?"    

    

Before he could finish his sentence, Han Loong took a step forward. The distance between them was a hundred meters. However, under Han Loong's feet... But only one step.    

    

Qian Loongquan's facial expression changed. His pupils shrank. There seemed to be the faint sound of birds chirping beside him.    

    

Han Loong appeared in front of Qian Loongquan and struck his palm on Qian Loongquan's chest.    

    

"It's not victory, but you..."    

    

Han Loong's voice slowly sounded in Qian Loongquan's ear, "There is no chance of winning!"    

    

Boom!    

    

Qian Loongquan was sent flying. He directly smashed through a villa, dozens of trees. Wherever he went, everything was smashed into pieces, and there were even some blood stains.    

    

Han Loong looked at the end and was about to move again when suddenly, a bell rang from his body.    

    

Han Loong took out his phone and picked it up.    

    

He frowned and looked at where Qian Loongquan had landed.    

    

"It seems like you are all lucky." Han Loong's eyes were calm. He turned around and leaped forward like a great roc spreading its wings. With a few moves, he disappeared from this place.    

    

In the ruins, Qian Loongquan slowly stood up. He suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood.    

    

He smashed his fist hard onto the ground. Unwillingness and hatred flashed across his eyes.    

    

"Yan Ann!" Suddenly, Qian Loongquan stood up and walked towards Yan Ann.    

    

Yan Ann still had a breath in his eyes, but it was still weaker than before.    

    

"Damn it!" Qian Loongquan, an old man who had lived for more than two hundred years, cursed angrily.    

    

His eyes were red. He looked at the people of Chen family, but he didn't dare to leave.    

    

Han Loong had left for no reason. Who knew when he would return?    

    

The family of the Ancestor Chen was also the most important thing.    

    

At this moment, a shadow flashed in the sky. After that, a figure seemed to come from above the nine heavens.    

    

In the surroundings, strong winds swept in all directions like waves.    

    

Chen Yi looked at Yan Ann, his pupils contracting. After that, he formed a seal and unleashed a wisp of magic power.    

    

"The heart meridian is broken!" Chen Yi frowned.    

    

Qian Loongquan, who was standing at the side, was already stunned. With the Golden Voodoo Cult being in Huaxia, how could Chen Yi return in such a short time of half an hour?    

    

However, he did not think too much at this moment. He said with grief and indignation, "When I came, Yan Ann was already like this!"    

    

"Ancestor Chen, it's me..."    

    

Cut the crap! " Chen Yi said calmly.    

    

He looked at Yan Ann quietly. In his eyes, life and death were like spring and autumn, like reincarnation.    

    

In his eyes, Yan Ann suddenly coughed lightly. There was a large amount of black blood.    

    

He opened his eyes and saw Chen Yi, as well as Qian Loongquan.    

    

He did not know where the strength came from, but Yan Ann got up and sat cross-legged. He smiled bitterly, "Ancestor Chen, it's because Xiao An's strength is lacking."    

    

Chen Yi quietly looked at Yan Ann and said calmly, "Leave your last words!"    

    

The five words stunned Qian Loongquan, but Yan Ann seemed to have expected it.    

    

"Ancestor Chen!" Qian Loongquan clenched his teeth tightly. Suddenly, blood flowed out.    

    

Chen Yi ignored him. He just looked at Yan Ann.    

    

Yan Ann was silent. He smiled and said, "In this world, I have fulfilled my wish."    

    

"This era is too cold. Ancestor Chen, you always say that all living things walk for good. Hope. "Xiao An is not one of them."    

    

"I hope that Little An is worthy of the rare loyalty in this world."    

    

Chen Yi quietly looked at Yan Ann without saying a word. Qian Loongquan, who was standing beside him, had tears streaming down his face.    

    

"Ancestor Chen..." Before Yan Ann could finish his words, the Ancestor Ring in Chen Yi's hand flashed and Nanan wine appeared.    

    

"There is only half a jar left!" Chen Yi said quietly.    

    

"Haha, Little An, please be brave and ask the Ancestor Chen to accompany you!" Yan Ann's face suddenly turned scarlet red. He laughed loudly and took the Nanan brew that he had been proud of all his life.    

    

He took a big gulp of it. The wine and blood mixed together and fell down from the corner of Yan Ann's mouth.    

    

Yan Ann suddenly put down the wine jar and looked at Chen Yi.    

    

"Yan Zhuang's son, Yan Ann, I will not let down my life!"    

    

"It is a great fortune to encounter Ancestor Chens!"    

    

A pair of round eyes stared. The wine jar hung high in the air, as if inviting Chen Yi to drink with him.    

    

It was as if a mortal was inviting an immortal to the moon.    

    

Chen Yi gently took the wine from Nanan. His expression was calm as he took a big gulp.    

    

When the jar of wine was finished, the corner of Chen Yi's mouth was stained with blood at the edge of the jar.    

    

He quietly looked at Yan Ann's dull eyes. His eyes were still as still as water. However, when his lips were pressed together, there seemed to be a slight tremble.    

    

"This wine is unparalleled!"    

    

He was loyal and loyal, and the wine was unparalleled.    

    

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the entire country celebrated. Outside of the Chen family in Jinling, True Monarch Nanan... died!