Chapter 48 Arm Protective Tool

He Yi took a deep breath, never looked at Fan Haori in front of him again, turned around and returned to his original place, and said aloud: "Dad, the child is back with victory."

He Quanxin laughed and said, "Okay, I am worthy of being a child of my He family."

He praised without hesitation, but was surprised to the extreme. Of course, he knew exactly what his real cultivation was in one day, and when he had made progress so quickly.

Moreover, when he saw the scene where internal energy was consumed just now, he was even more surprised. The energy of a day was so long. If he could get along easily, or if he could control his internal energy to the seventh level to fight against it, he would probably be dragged to death by this seemingly endless internal energy.

Of course, this is not a good time to ask, and he can only keep his doubts in his heart and talk about them later.

He Yi knew it very well. He looked in the direction of his sixth brother gratefully, but couldn't help but be slightly stunned. The sixth brother stood there, with a light and light expression on his face, as if he was wandering outside the sky. It seemed that his thoughts were not in his body. Not only that, he could not even feel the breath of He Yiming being alive.

If it weren't for the eyes that could still be seen, he would almost doubt that there was no one there.

He was suspicious and was hesitating whether to go forward and observe carefully. However, at this moment, he heard the abnormal movement behind him and immediately paid attention to the past.

A figure flashed, Fan Shuhe had appeared behind his son. He gently patted his son's back a few times, and a strong internal force suddenly passed over.

Their father and son are like He Quanxin and his son, and they are both inherited from the same lineage.

The same water-based exercises give them unique advantages in healing injuries.

However, Fan Haori suddenly broke free. Looking at Fan Shuhe's eyes, he shook his head slightly, with a hint of shame on his face, and said, "Dad, I lost."

Fan Shuhe looked at his son silently, and the self-deprecating sadness on his face made him feel extremely heavy.

He knew that his son seemed versatile on the surface, but when facing Lu Xinwen, he even refused to bow his head. But in fact, he had extremely arrogant in his bones. Today, he lost to someone of his age, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to him.

At this moment, he clearly saw the faint feeling of loss and confusion in Fan Haori's eyes.

He also knew that if Fan Haori could not see through all this, then from now on, he would probably never make any progress again.

As soon as he thought of this, it was like a needle, stinging his heart.

Fan Shuhe's face gradually calmed down, as if he had suddenly made up some decision when facing something difficult to choose.

After patting his son's shoulder, Fan Shuhe's heart suddenly filled with an unprecedented sense of courage. He said, "It's okay, I'll stand up for you."

Fan Haori was stunned and saw Fan Shuhe stepping out.

At this moment, my father’s back was so thick and reliable!

Every step Fan Shuhe took was as steady as a mountain, as if a huge rock was moving, and he was extremely calm.

Yuan Zeyu and others' eyes were fixed, and they were all shocked.

As we all know, Fan Shuhe is a master of the tenth level of internal strength in the water system, but this master of the tenth level of internal strength in the water system took such a heavy step at this moment, and there was no trace of the gentle and ethereal feeling of the water system.

However, the more this happens, the more solemn and uneasy the people will become.

A water expert actually showed such incredible power. What does this mean?

He Yiming's eyes seemed to move for a moment. He felt an endless fighting spirit, which inspired all his momentum and no longer had any reserved fighting will.

In his short sixteen years of life, the masters he had seen were like those crossing the river. He was not only a acquired master, but also a powerful person innately.

However, no matter from anyone, he had never felt this strong fighting will.

When a man gets angry, blood splatters five steps.

He Yiming actually gave birth to such a terrifying feeling for no reason.

He suddenly realized that this was a true master who had already stepped into the battlefield with a pious attitude with a pious attitude.

"Brother He, the son is really good at kung fu, Fan admires it. But at this moment, it should be your and my turn to fight."

Fan Shuhe smiled slightly, his smile was so calm, as if he was narrating an insignificant little thing.

The smile on He Quanxin's face had completely restrained. He clearly sensed the strong dangerous aura coming from this person. But at this moment, he could not tolerate his retreat.

"Since Brother Fan wants to take He's martial arts exam, then He dares not obey."

Everyone on both sides became quiet. After seeing He Quanxin appear on the stage, the people on both sides became nervous.

In the hearts of most people, He Quanxin and Fan Shuhe are the last trump card of the two families today.

As long as they decide the outcome, today's battle will basically end, and the ownership of Yuan Family Manor is even more important than today's battle.

When Fan Haori challenged He Yi, everyone thought that they would definitely see many similar good shows. But unexpectedly, when the two young men ended the battle, Fan Shuhe immediately couldn't wait to step forward and challenge.

The final battle came so quickly and so abruptly, which really caught most people off guard.

He Quanxin was about to step out, but heard He Yiming say, "Uncle, wait."

Everyone was stunned and looked at him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

He Yiming stepped forward a few steps, turned around, blocking everyone's vision. Then he stretched out his hands and quickly shook it with movements that ordinary people could not reach.

He had practiced the seal technique and his hands were extremely agile. He showed off his full ability in this movement. He was as fast as lightning, and instantly he was a afterimage. After that, he could no longer see any trace.

Then, he said softly: "Uncle, be careful."

After saying that, He Yiming returned to the same place and once again entered the state where his whole heart was converging to a point.

He Quanxin's face was extremely strange. He clenched his fists and let go again. Then he rubbed each other for a while, as if he was feeling discomfort on his body. However, he did not delay too much, but instead raised his head and entered the center of the venue.

Yuan Zeyu and his son looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with worry.

I don’t know what happened to He Yiming, but he actually staged such a farce at such an important moment. Looking at He Quanxin’s face and expression, it seems that he can’t be called the peak state. If this time goes on, I’m afraid the situation will not be too optimistic.

"please."

After He Quanxin clasped his fists and said the word "please", Fan Shuhe took action.

At this moment, the distance between them was almost exactly the same as before He Yi and Fan Haori fought. Because this was the general distance when the regular battle was fought.

Fan Shuhe raised his palm slightly, gently lifted the heels of his two feet, and slid out with force.

His movements were exactly the same as Fan Haori's initial one. If there was any difference, it was that he was faster, more agile, and more flowing.

The well water from the ancient well is instantly transformed into the flexible and changeable river water. This sudden change made everyone feel extremely contradictory, as if Fan Shuhe was completely different from the previous one, or the two of them took action separately.

He Quanxin's expression was not relaxed at all, and his reaction was exactly the same as He Yi. He raised one palm, as if it was placed there, quietly waiting for the impact from the other party.

With a light bang, the palms of both sides collided together in an instant, and the powerful internal force suddenly burst out with unparalleled power. Invisible internal force fluctuations suddenly burst out from under the feet of the two of them, and there were some cracks on the ground due to the hard fight of the two tenth-level internal force masters.

He Quanxin's figure was like a rock, and he withstood the impact of this powerful raging wave. After shaking it slightly, he stopped steadily.

Fan Shuhe was shocked and took a step back suddenly.

Although his water-based exercises are powerful, his internal energy cultivation is just like He Quanxin. When his skills are incompatible, they are inevitably slightly inferior.

However, Fan Shuhe's step back was just touching the toes on the ground, and rushed up again, but this time he pointed like a knife and suddenly stabbed out.

A little crystal light flashed on the faintly protruding middle finger, like a drop of water drop from top to bottom reflecting sunlight.

He Quanxin responded to the changes in the same way, raised his palm again and gently touched the tip of the other party's palm.

Suddenly, He Quanxin's face changed slightly, because he had sensed a strange force, which looked as soft as cotton and did not seem to be powerful. However, this force had a persistent momentum, as if he could penetrate it no matter what he encountered.

He Quanxin felt a faint cold in his heart. Why did this feeling look so characteristic of the metal-based martial arts? However, the internal strength contact between the two parties made him clearly understand that Fan Shuhe was still using the internal strength of the water system, and there was absolutely no change.

Fan Shuhe took a step back and took a step forward. Every time he stepped back and forward, he would stab him like a knife, as if this was his entire skill.

But even in the face of such a simple, almost drowsy style of play, He Quanxin's face was unimaginable solemn. His legs bent slightly, and he steadily blocked every attack from the opponent. But in the end, he could only do so, because from beginning to end, he did not punch, even a comforting punch.

Under such a not-so-fast attack, He Quanxin became powerless to fight back.

He Yiming's eyebrows twitched slightly. He had already concentrated all his spirit and true energy at this moment. This highly concentrated state even made his sensing ability more than usual.

In his feeling, Fan Shuhe was no longer the surging water in the river, but the small droplets of water slowly falling from the cliff.

Although this small droplet is inconspicuous, its power cannot be underestimated.

Although the river flows through the sky is overwhelming, it can reach a vast ocean in a blink of an eye.

However, when the flood recedes, the mountain is still the same mountain and the land is still the same land, and it cannot destroy all this land.

However, the small water droplets dripping from high places are different. They may never reach the water level that can flood the big rocks below, but their efforts can allow them to create a new miracle.

That is a drop of water wears through the stone.

When the number of water drops reaches endless, when it drips to a point on a big stone for many years, even the hardest stone will be made into a small hole by this seemingly powerless small water droplet.

At this moment, Fan Shuhe was highly compressing his internal strength in his body, and then hitting it out bit by bit, trying to pierce the big stone in front of him.

However, this kind of combat technique that forcibly compresses internal strength will definitely have a certain impact and damage to the human body itself. There is no problem doing this in a short period of time, but if this is done for a long time, even if it is a person who is hit, he will not be able to bear it.

But in the same way, this kind of fighting style that can damage oneself has unimaginable powerful power.

Even though there are reasons for the mutual restraint of martial arts, Fan Shuhe still gained an absolute advantage without any doubt.

This is not only true for He Yiming to understand, but anyone who has reached the seventh level of internal strength cultivation should be able to see it.

The confusion and gloomy in Fan Haori's eyes had all disappeared, and what emerged at this moment was excitement and guilt.

Suddenly, he understood the meaning of his father's words just now.

He knew that his father did this, he was simply taking out his own life to bet on the victory of this battle.

He is proclaiming to everyone in this way that my son has been beaten and I am here to vent my anger on you. For this reason, even if you bet on your life, you will be willing to do so.

In a trance, a crystal light flashed in Fan Haori's eyes. His fists were already tightly clenched together unconsciously. His heart was surging, and he wished he would end up with his body at this moment.
To be continued...