"Third Master, Third Master! Qing Cang was beaten and injured."

A child from the Pan family ran back in panic and couldn't help but feel angry.

Pan Qingtong slapped the table and stood up, "What a courage!"

Of course he knew what his son's strength was. Unexpectedly, he was beaten back in less than two minutes after going out.

Seeing a group of disciples carrying Pan Qingcang in, Pan Qingtong strode away, "I'll go and meet him!"

"Today I want to see who he is!"

Just as we were about to go out, a group of bodyguards at the door stepped back step by step, and a young man, who was only eighteen or nineteen, came with his hands behind his back.

Once he took a step, the bodyguards took a step back.

Seeing him is like a mouse seeing a cat, without even the courage to stop him.

“Get out of here!”

Pan Qingtong was very angry and shouted loudly.

The bodyguards were relieved and retreated one after another.

"You dare to be presumptuous in the Pan family?"

"Do you know how to write the word "death"?"

Pan Qingbing stood there with a rainbow of momentum.

His aura is stronger than that of Pan Qingyun. It is precisely because of this that the Pan family has confidence in their hearts.

He Pingfan looked at him lightly and nodded slightly, "You are not weak, but unfortunately you are not enough to see in front of me."

Huh! When Pan Qingtong heard this, he instantly became angry. What?

How dare you praise such a whim in front of you?

He looked stern, "Boy, I hope you can still be so arrogant later. Today, I, Pan Qingtong, don't kill you, and I will never be a human being."

He Pingfan stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at the Pan family and smiled, "Pan Bronze?"

"Feeling at your momentum, I thought you were the king, but I didn't expect you were just bronze."

"Since that's the case, what else can I say, then do it?"

Pan Qingbing's face darkened, his figure moved, and afterimages began to sway, like an arrow shot towards He Pingfan.

Seeing this, the Pan family became excited.

This momentum is so great that I don’t believe that I can’t kill this kid.

Just as Pan Qingbing slapped He Pingfan with a palm, He Pingfan raised his hand and didn't even move his figure.

Peng-Pan Qingtong took several steps before stopping.

In an instant, the entire Pan family compound was silent.

In their imagination, as long as Pan Qingtong takes action, He Pingfan will undoubtedly die.

But now it seems that Pan Bronze does not have much advantage.

They began to stir up trouble in their hearts. Could it be that even Pan Qingtong is not his opponent?

Pan Qingtong was also shocked and looked at He Pingfan in shock.

He Pingfan was carrying him, looking at him as if nothing had happened, "You Xingyue Sect is just like this!"

Angry! Pan Qingbin's eyebrows stood up, "Then let you see the magical powers of the Xingyue Sect."

"The Thirteenth Star and Moon Style!"

The thirteenth style of the Star Moon is one of the unique skills of the Star Moon School. The thirteenth style is powerful, fierce and domineering.

Every move and every move has the power to open a monument and crack a stone.

It is an extremely high-level foreign kung fu.

Pan Qing Bronze unfolds in one posture, turns his palm into a knife, and takes He Pingfan straight.

With Pan Qing Bronze's current strength level, the Star Moon Thirteenth Stage has reached a nine-minute fire.

Seeing him slashing at He Pingfan with one hand, He Pingfan took the move with one hand.

Hold the other party's palm and follow the trend toward the area next to it.

Peng - Pan Qingbing's palm slapped on a white magnolia in the middle of the yard.

The magnolia as thick as a bowl actually broke from the waist and the tree crown fell down.

Pan Qingtong was shocked and couldn't help but feel a little angry.

I have practiced this move for many years, and even some powerful people with great internal strength dare not take it easily.

However, it was understateed by a teenager on the other side.

He roared angrily, and suddenly took action in the second move.

He Pingfan retreated and stepped forward, and looked at the other party's flaws. When he saw the second move hitting his chest, he went to the side of his body.

The left palm hit the opponent's wrist, and Pan Qingbing's palm slapped the guardrail next to the pavilion.

The guardrail carved from white marble was instantly shattered by him.

This palm has a full six or seven hundred kilograms of strength.

The Pan family was frightened to see it, and An Wenshan and others were nervously guarding the side.

He Pingfan said he wanted to find justice for the An family, and he was always a little worried.

Because An Wenshan had long heard that the Pan family was supported by the Xingyue Sect.

He Pingfan and his team had only four people, and Xiang Bo was not in the river.

With the power of just three people, how can they withstand the many powerful people of the Xingyue Sect?

Pan Qingtong's attack made An Wenshan and others sweat again.

When the Pan family saw him smashing the white marble guardrail with a palm, they not only felt sorry for him, but were excited.

The third brother is so powerful, it is probably only a matter of time before he can crush his opponent.

"Peng!"

In the blink of an eye, the fifth pose sounded.

A guardrail lion carved from white marble was shattered by Pan bronze.

Seeing that the two of them had been fighting for so long, the third brother smashed the trees and guardrails one after another without hurting the opponent, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Pan Qingyun also began to be nervous. Could it be that the third brother is not his opponent, right?

At this moment, Pan Qingbing's sixth style attacked, and He Pingfan dissolved it and hit a ginkgo tree next to him.

Crack! Ginkgo broke in the waist.

After the Thirteenth Style, the Pan family's trees, guardrails, rockery... were all broken by Pan bronze.

But He Pingfan was still not hurt at all.

Pan Qingtong became more and more frightened as he fought, and looked at his opponent in panic.

Why did the other party seem to know all his moves in advance, and he was also clear about his flaws?

Many moves cannot be solved by the people of their Xingyue Sect, but in He Pingfan's eyes, they are full of flaws.

You must know that this is the supreme skill of the Xingyue School.

If this person is not eliminated, he will probably become a major future trouble for the Pan family and even the Xingyue Sect.

Pan Qingtong stared at He Pingfan with some anger, as if he could only use his last unique skills.

This is the unique skill that Pan Qingtong has practiced recently, and even many people in this sect have never seen it.

He glared at He Pingfan and said, "Don't think that if you see the flaws of the Star and Moon thirteen Styles, you can beat me. I have higher unique skills."

He Pingfan shook his head, "What you think is unique is just garbage in my eyes."

If he didn't want to see their Xingyue Sect demonstrate this unique skill and confirm his guess, how could He Pingfan wait until now?

"Depend on!"

Pan Qingtong was furious, "Dare you insulting my Xingyue Sect?"

In a rage, his palms came out together, and a palm wind came empty.

Since he had already seen the unique skills of the Xingyue Sect, He Pingfan no longer hesitated. Seeing the opponent's full blown attack, he raised his hand to activate the power of the spirit body.

The palm power broke through Pan Qingbing's defense and hit his chest.

Boom! Pan Qingtong was knocked out on the spot and hit a pillar in the Pan family compound.

Puff! Pan Qingbing fell down and spewed out a stream of blood.

"bronze!"
To be continued...