Chapter 15.

　　Swish! 　　The first to arrive was Wu Zongming, who was only a moment slower than Zhang Haoran. 　　With a somewhat puzzled glance at Zhang Haoran, Wu Zongming wondered what the other party had in mind, didn't he say that he wanted to take the first place? Could it be that he was deliberately waiting for himself, how outrageous, this person was too arrogant! 　　Although there was slight doubt and anger in his heart, Wu Zongming wouldn't tangle with the other party for this reason and was about to pass from there. 　　"Wait!" Zhang Haoran crossed his body to stop the other party. 　　Wu Zongming's face was gloomy, "What do you mean?" 　　Zhang Haoran said blandly, "No other meaning, don't you think it's more fun with more people? There's no need to be in such a hurry." 　　"Whether it's fun or not has nothing to do with me, get out of the way." 　　"Sorry, I can't agree to this request." 　　"Looking for death." Wu Zongming was furious, his originally slowed down figure steeply accelerated, the surface of his right fist was reddish, entrapped with boundless heat waves fiercely bombarding the other party. 　　Human Grade High Grade Martial Skill - Fiery Fist! 　　Zhang Haoran smiled with a smile on his face as he met him with the same fist. 　　Thud! 　　As the two fists touched, the surrounding walls and ground seemed to shake, and a strong forceful wind radiated in all directions. 　　Wu Zongming only felt a numbness in his arm, surprisingly, a triple strength was transmitted from the other party's fist, his figure was immediately unsteady and he retreated three steps in a row, saying in shock, "Liuyun Triple Folding Strength!" 　　Liuyun Triple Folding Strength was the signature martial art of Liuyun Sect, although it was only a human grade high level martial art, many inner disciples were practicing it and couldn't give it up, the main reason was that this martial art had a special feature, the higher the strength was, the greater the triple strength was, and it would almost never fall out of fashion. 　　Zhang Haoran shook his hand to extinguish the sparks on his fist, his face slightly surprised, "It looks like I have underestimated you, the Flaming Fist actually breeds fire strength." 　　"Same to each other." Wu Zongming didn't dare to underestimate the other party, his whole body's internal qi was pushed to the limit, hidden and contained, just waiting for the critical moment to make a thunderous strike. 　　With that dash of surprise dispersed from his face, Zhang Haoran laughed, "What is mutual, don't get it wrong, just now I only used seven points of strength." 　　Zhang Haoran is qualified to be arrogant, at the age of thirteen, he not only cultivated his internal qi to the peak of the tenth layer of the qi cultivation realm, his Lingyun Gong has reached the highest realm of the fifth level, and his martial arts skills such as the Liuyun Triple Folding Strength have also been practiced to a great extent, and there is not a single deficiency in himself, he is confident that even if he encounters a martial artist who has just progressed to the Condensation realm he will be able to resist it for a moment or two, let alone a Wu Zongming. 　　Wu Zongming did not say anything to retort, because he knew that any words are useless, the only thing that can really make people value is strength. 　　Peng! 　　Sparks rose from the reddish fist, more and more sparks, finally forming a faint flame, while the fist in the flame package was like a red-hot iron, hard and hot. 　　Wu Zongming laughed coldly, "Aren't you the only one who has not exerted your full strength?" 　　"Interesting, interesting?" 　　Zhang Haoran froze, his eyes erupted with a trace of anger, the other party's repeated and repeated concealment of strength made him feel underestimated, after all, in the past when he fought with someone, which one of them dared not to use his full strength, otherwise he would have long been beaten by him to find out what was going on. 　　A more intense battle is about to start. 　　Just at this moment, a silhouette swept in, saw the two people facing each other, and alertly slowed down, leaning to the other side of the passage. 　　It was Ye Chuan! 　　He was going all out, although he was much slower than Wu Zongming and Zhang Haoran, but he was not comparable to the others, after all, when facing a somewhat clumsy and mute wooden person, the subtlety of the moves often had a greater advantage, and to meet them with hard blows was asking for trouble. 　　"I can't imagine that these two are ignoring the match and directly moving in Woodman's Alley." Observing that there were breaks in the nearby walls, Ye Duan didn't need to guess to know that a big battle had happened here, and the result should be hard to distinguish between the winners and the losers, or they were still just testing each other out. 　　However, they didn't care about the rankings of the competition, Ye Duan cared! 　　If these two people were still unwilling to give up fighting, the first place would probably be his, in which case it might be a bit hard to win, but who would dislike things that fall from the sky. 　　With a flash of his feet, Ye Chen was about to enter the passageway. 　　"How dare you, when is it your turn." Zhang Haoran was already a bit annoyed, and when he saw Ye Chuan ignoring them and wanting to directly enter the passageway, he immediately exploded his anger on him. 　　Zhang Haoran's right hand pulled and released, icy cold Qi erupted, and wherever he went along the way, the ground formed a thin frost. 　　Human Grade High Grade Martial Skill - Cold Immersion Palm! 　　Ye Chuan's eyes were cold, he and Zhang Haoran had no grudges or hatred, the other party's first strike was the Cold Immersion Palm that hurt his lungs and heart, with his cultivation at the 10th level of the Qi Practicing Realm, it was definitely even more powerful than the unusual outer disciple who performed a Human Grade Top Grade Martial Skill, if he was hit by this palm, it wasn't as simple as laying down for a few months, it was possible that his meridians would freeze and he would become a cripple, although the Ye Family was big enough that they could purchase a lot of precious elixirs and cure him of his injuries, but that didn't mean that he was willing to bear this palm and suffer for nothing. 　　"Mountain Stone Avalanche Stream!" 　　The steel sword was sheathed, and Ye Chuan swept to the side with the aura of collapsing mountains and landslides, as fast as lightning and flint, passing in a flash. 　　It was precisely the stance of the Thirteen Swords of the Lone Peak that excelled in footwork and speed. 　　Kerala! 　　The position where Ye Chuan had originally stayed was covered in piercing frost, one could imagine what would happen to Ye Chuan if he did not dodge past it. 　　Keeping his distance from Zhang Haoran, Ye Chuan said expressionlessly, "This is too much!" 　　"You're a mere disciple of the sixth level of the Qi Practicing Realm, how can you be ranked third, let alone presume to be first, stay aside." Zhang Haoran did not put Ye Chen in his eyes at all, even if he had just dodged his own palm. 　　Mud people have three temperament, not to mention the young and vigorous Ye Chuan, a cold light erupted in his eyes, Ye Chuan's palm bone knuckles rippled up, tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, although he didn't have a single point of certainty, but if he really wanted to fight to the death, he didn't see how he couldn't injure the other party. 　　"What, you still want to make a move, believe it or not I will waste you now, when the above check down, at most slightly punish me, who will not give up my genius for you." Zhang Haoran grinned coldly, moving a hint of killing intent. 　　Wu Zongming on the side had no reason to let Zhang Haoran continue to be arrogant, and said sarcastically, "What a big bully, I'd like to see how you can waste him in front of me." 　　Zhang Haoran said grimly, "Wu Zongming, have you made up your mind to go against me? Don't ever regret it." 　　"Joke, what do I regret." 　　"Hmph, then let's see who becomes a Condensed Truth Realm martial artist first! But I'll waste this kid, right in front of you." 　　The figure lengthened violently, Zhang Haoran's left hand was behind his back, his right hand was full of frosty qi energy, between the dragon's march and tiger's step, he straightly took Ye Chen's big and good head, where would an ordinary person have a chance to react under the other party's sudden movement, in Zhang Haoran's view, Ye Chen absolutely could not escape.