Come up Yihao.”

Lan chuckled and waved her hand to Yihao and suddenly became the focus of attention of the audience.

"Go up... come up?" Yi Hao looked at Lan blankly and unconsciously drifting towards the spectacular Rou Mountain over there and then subconsciously retreated.

"Go up! The master is calling you!" The pushing force came from behind him, Hongling and other enthusiasts formed a wall that made him unable to retreat even if he had a step.

"Wait... wait! What's this? Why do I have to go up! I'm a weak college student and never received fighting training!"

Yihao resisted desperately, but Hongling exposes his lie with one word.

"Can anyone who has not received fighting training kill the beast spirits with empty hands? Come on it!"

He kicked Yihao in the butt and kicked him to the center of the fighting arena. Yihao staggered a few steps and stood firm. He barely turned to Lan but couldn't show his fighting spirit.

"I said, Master, I am not interested in physical exercise, so why not change it to a course for self-cultivation, right?"

"Well that's not bad." Lan smiled and nodded calmly. "If you cultivate yourself, do you like to meditate under the Baizhang Waterfall? Or breathe on the Wanzhang Cliff? Or swimming among sharks is also a good exercise for courage and physical strength!"

"Uh, I suddenly feel that it's good to exercise occasionally..." Lan's eyes ejaculated seriously. Yihao withdrew his opinion on the spot but still asked. "But please show mercy, Master, I'm afraid of pain..."

"Are you serious about this?" An invisible wind suddenly rose from Lan. It was a fighting spirit mixed with disappointment and anger that also meant that she began to become serious. "Although there was a reason for this, it turned out to be such a weak personality. Today, I have to correct your attitude!"

"What..." Facing the sudden blowing energy that was bursting out from Lan before Yihao could react, a steel fist was mixed with the sound of wind and thunder. There was no time to dodge in a hurry. Yihao hugged his chest to block the attack, but was blown away by the power contained in the fist and crashed into the meat mountain behind him like a cannonball. He suddenly aroused screams and wails.

The noisy venue suddenly became silent. So far, Lan was carefully controlling his power, but this time it was obviously moving. In the eyes of everyone, Yihao's flinched attitude angered the master, which caused such consequences. Everyone felt sympathy for the unfortunate young man, but they developed a strong interest in the next development. They were looking forward to seeing the Demon-Slaying Master show true strength, but they were also worried whether Yihao could last until the wonderful time.

"The idiot has long told you to be serious and deserve it..." Hongling said in a low voice while looking worriedly at the direction where Yihao was knocked away.

Under the gaze of the audience, Yihao slowly stood up. What was surprising was that after being hit by Lan's heavy punch, he could not see any injuries on his body.

"Well... so fierce fists..."

Yihao shook his stiff right hand. Lan Di punched his arm and paralyzed it. If it hit an ordinary person, it would be a flash kill.

"It seems that only the body is still good..." Lan looked at him in place, showing a contemptuous look. "How is it? If you feel that you can't beat me, you can summon the heroic spirit to help."

"Go to your place!" Lan's provocation had a significant effect. Yihao was immediately exasperated. He could tolerate Hongling's rough attitude but could not tolerate the slightest contempt in front of him.

"What are you! How about pulling out the sword behind you? If I get serious, you won't have a chance."

Yihao's bold words made a whispering sound in the crowd. Lan, the demon-slaying master, had a power that was incomparable to the Soul Controller, most of the Soul Controllers were not her opponent even if they summoned the heroic spirit. Not to mention that just letting her draw her sword against the battle with empty hands is simply a fantasy myth. Everyone looked at Yihao Hongling with the eyes of "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger", showing a headache.

"If you can do this..." Lan didn't laugh at Yihao for just posing as a confrontation.

"I'll regret it right away!"

Yihao took a step into the battle and was incredible. He instantly crossed the distance between the two and grabbed Lan into the range of attack and kicked a fierce sweep.

The fierce sweeping leg made a sharp arc in the air. Yihao did not retain his strength and thought about giving Lan a little color. But the next second he widened his eyes. In his sight, Lan actually made the same move as him! After the sweeping leg of Lan kicked the two of them, they first burst into pieces. The sound of thunder bursting in the air. You can also see the traces of shock waves.

Yihao took a step back in shock and rotated his body with the help of centrifugal force to counteract the rush, and jumped up and attacked his opponent again.

"Well?"

A scene that Yihao couldn't understand appeared again. Lan seemed to have guessed that he had already jumped up in the same posture. The two of them collided violently again in the air. Yihao, who lost the initiative in the conflict, did not take any advantage.

"Hey! What's this? You'll be fouled using mind reading!"

Protesting indignantly.

"It's not that my mind reading technique, I just saw through your actions." Lan responded with a calm smile. "If you don't accept it, use a move that I can't imitate."

"This is what you said!" Yi Hao was angry and took a few deep breaths, adjusting his breathing and attacking again.

In the following time, what was presented to everyone was a rare wonder in the world - Yihao and Lan moved their limbs like opposite images in the mirror, with exactly the same movements, fist, fist, foot, elbow, elbow, knee, knee, knee, head, head, and head. The movements were almost accurate to millimeters, so pleasing to the eye that they felt like watching movies. However, each impact of the two men aroused the shock waves, which reminded them that there was a real fight in front of them.

Just like other people, Hongling could only stare at the battle with the more common sense. Lan seemed to have seen through Yihao's movements and reproduced them instantly and accurately. Such ability was like a fantasy myth. Everyone showed an excited expression, but as she looked at Lan, she found something wrong.

"How could it be...it's like..."

Lan's movements are definitely not simply imitation. Yihao's punch and kick are all with the power of common sense. Many of the skills and skills that she has never heard of are simply impossible to master without decades of cultivation. Besides, Lan's moves are as smooth as flowing water. Even at some point before Yihao finished her moves, she had already used the moves. The movements of the two were not so much fighting, but rather as martial arts of the same genre.

"Hey, who is you? Why do you have the martial arts of the Iron Sect?" Yihao also gave birth to the same feeling as Hongling and questioned Lan.

"Iron Sect Martial Arts? I don't know I'm just imitating your movements." Lan Bai clearly didn't plan to say it.

"Ah, is that..." Yihao showed a fierce expression. "If it is true, then imitate this trick for me!"

Yihao took a step back and vomited all the turbid air in his body. He clenched his right hand into a fist and pulled it back with a full string. His whole body was like a steel bow stretched to the extreme.

"This is evil...well!"

Seeing this posture, Lan's face suddenly changed and flew backwards to avoid Yihao's attack range, but his movements were one step later.

"Eat my move..." Yi Hao let go of the bowstring and condensed his fierce force, and his right fist instantly turned into an invincible steel arrow shot out. "Extremely evil forbidden style - Bengtiansha!"

The scattered "air" blew the air and no one saw clearly what happened at that moment. He only knew that the swelling of wind filled the entire space after a blast. Everyone, including Hongling, was blown to the point of being tilted and as if they could not bear the sudden expansion of the air pressure inside. The glass on the window was squeezed and even the entrance door was twisted and deformed by the explosion airflow.

After everything gradually calmed down, everyone who slowly got up looked at the center. They saw that the Demon-Slaying Sword behind Lan had already drawn out, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and pressing the sword body with the other hand. Standing on the ground in a blocking position. The Demon-Slaying Sword had black marks on the body as if burned black marks, and there was a five or six-meter-long gully extending to Lan's feet. Everyone who saw this scene took a breath of cold air and turned their eyes towards the direction of the ravine.

Yihao stood there and maintained a fist posture. His left foot was behind and his right foot stepped out. The ground reinforced by the carbon fiber board under his feet was deeply concave and a strand of mist visible to the naked eye was released from his body.

Everyone showed a difficult breath, Hongling was so surprised that she almost dropped her chin. Although she had known that the guy had power that could not be calculated by common sense, she never expected that he was so powerful. Although Lan did not use all his strength, he could force the master to the point where he had to use weapons with bare hands... Hongling looked at Yihao, who was emitting a terrifying battle aura over there, and suddenly wondered how he had called him around before.

"call……"

The two of them who were still, resumed their actions and breathed a long time. After she looked at Yihao's scene first. When she saw Yihao standing with her fists, Lan smiled bitterly and shook her head, then took the sword back into the sheath and walked over in an unprepared manner.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Lan raised her hand and touched Yihao gently. Then the latter stepped down like a dry sand sculpture.

"What a fool..." Lan grabbed Yihao in time and hugged him in his arms, his expression and tone were gentle that he had never seen before. "It would be strange if this body, which has been abandoned for many years, suddenly used the most energy-consuming Bengtian Shattered and unrestrained coma, which was the most labor-intensive in the evil ban style..."

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Yihao was placed in the room and rested later. Lan returned to her room and opened a secret communication circuit and reported the news to the person who was listening there.

"Jingyu, I've seen Yihao."

"Uh?" An incredible voice sounded on the other end of the microphone. Silence for a few seconds, then an extremely excited voice rose. "Really! Where? I'll come here right away!"

"That won't work." Lan flatly refused and

Fang said: "Don't forget your current identity as a master of spiritual consciousness, you left the headquarters of the organization."

"It's not that I want to stay in such a place, the master of spiritual consciousness... it's nothing to do with my business!" It sounded like the other party was quite tired of his own position.

"No. Jingyu. If we act casually, we might be noticed by Zhiyuan. In this way, let alone help Yihao, it might harm him, or not." Lan comforted the person opposite the microphone. "When I met him, I didn't mention that matter at all, and I wore the sunglasses to cover my face, just as Xuanwu said. We can only be bystanders."

"Even if that's the case..." The voice seemed to accept it unwillingly. "But when will it take for me to see Langjun?"

"Don't worry that I will create opportunities. As long as there is a reasonable reason, you can leave the headquarters." Lan promised.

"Woo. Can I just wait..." The voice sounded quite frustrated.

"Don't be so sad. At least I have successfully let Yihao stay here. He won't be flirting with those two people for the time being. At least this is something to be happy about, right? And..." Lan lowered his voice and revealed the next arrangement.

"Really!" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became high. "Okay! I will be ready! As soon as the news arrives, no matter what the old men say, I will run over immediately!"

"Okay, okay..." The hot demonic air seemed to float out of the receiver on the phone and nodded with a wry smile. "Then let it go. I have to make arrangements while Yihao is sleeping, otherwise he would not surrender."

"Yeah, I'll go and prepare too!" The opposite side hung up the phone in an upbeat voice.

After the call, Lan left her seat and walked to the window. She saw the sea gradually shrouded in twilight. A little dazzling light was coming towards this side in a rapid manner. After confirming the object of the light, Lan showed a happy smile.

"Finally come..."

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Now is not the time to sleep...

There are more important things waiting for you...

Remember the reason why you insisted on returning to this world...

Remember it. This is something that can only be done here in the narrow gap between dreams and reality...

I remember that there is not much time left...

(It's so noisy...)

Yihao, who was sleeping, frowned.

(I want to remember what...who is talking to me...)

Yihao gradually regained consciousness and as the consciousness woke up, it was a strong sense of fatigue. Just by moving his fingers, a miserable cry came from all over his body. The severe pain instantly swept away the remaining sleepiness. Yihao immediately opened his eyes.

What shot into the eyes was the strong sunlight hanging high in the blue sky, emitting energy to the ground in an extremely fierce posture. But for those who had just woken up, this energy was undoubtedly a little too strong.

"Um!" Yihao screamed and covered his eyes with his hands.

After closing his eyes, he stayed for several minutes. The white barrier in the vision barely subsided before Yihao looked at the surrounding situation again. A little farther away was the storm of the sea. A little closer was the boat with metal railings. The side of the boat was cloudless. A little lower was the blue sky. The deck made of wood was made of decks. Based on the above observations, Yihao concluded that he was on a yacht floating on the sea.

(No, I should be...)

Yihao searched for memories and then woke up in his mind the scene of using evil and forbidden things on the fighting arena.

"By the way!" Yi Hao sat up and hurriedly looked around. "Where is that guy? What about the result of the battle?"

"Of course the result of the battle is that you lost." Hongling's voice sounded from the side, and she was walking out of the cabin and holding a bottle of Tamsui in her hand, looking at Yihao with an expression of "You finally got up."

"I...I lost?" Yihao looked stunned as if he had suffered a great blow.

"What do you really think you can win?" Hongling walked over and stuffed the bottle of fresh water into his hands as if he couldn't stand it. "Let's use this to clear your head first! The master is the chief instructor of the strongest unit of the institution, whether it is combat experience or skills of using power, you are beyond your reach. You want to defeat the master with just a little talent and family martial arts. How can such a good thing be done in the world?"

"Um..." Yi Hao showed a bitter expression like eating sour plums, and opened the bottle cap and drank half a bottle of fresh water in one breath.

The cold water moistened his throat and body, Yihao felt a lot better. He turned around and looked around. He thought he could see the cruise ship cruising not far away, but there was not even a single ship in the sight.

"Uh where are we now?" he asked Hongling.
Chapter completed!