Chapter 16 - Tiger Roaring Dragon Fist

　　Feeling that biting to cold qi, Ye Chuan had a crisis in his heart for the first time, and changed his one-handed grip to a two-handed grip, laying down a fine layer of sword curtain in front of his body. 　　Poof! 　　Like ice meeting boiling water, the sword screen dissolved under Zhang Haoran's palm force, seeing that the other party's palm was about to press on his chest, Ye Chuan angrily shouted, his left hand clenched his fist to meet it. 　　"Vajra Infinite!" 　　This move was the strongest punch in the Vajra Fist, Ye Chuan had long practiced it to the point where rigidity and flexibility were one and the same, and at this time, when combined with the emotions of rage, it immediately pushed up to an unimaginable realm. 　　The two fists had not yet made contact, and already issued a crackling sound of slight explosions, Zhang Haoran was taken aback, he had never seen such a fierce Vajra Fist before, it was simply not below the human level high-level martial arts, but so what, in terms of the total amount and quality of internal qi, he had an overwhelming advantage. 　　"Roll!" 　　Cold energy spewed out, Zhang Haoran's force increased again, and his lightning-like palm pressed on Ye Chen's fist. 　　Bang! 　　The frost burst into pieces, Ye Chuan was immediately knocked back out, blood seeping out from the corner of his mouth, while that left arm was so cold that it could no longer exert any force. 　　"Remember to grow your eyes next time, not everyone can be offended." With a slight pause in his body, Zhang Haoran once again struck Ye Chuan with a palm strike. 　　At this moment, Ye Chuan could not care about anything else, his right hand wrist flicked, the steel sword transformed into a brilliant cold aura and stabbed straight out, stern and ethereal, obviously very close, but gave an illusion that it was still far away, even Zhang Haoran was a bit stunned for a moment, his left hand, which was negatively placed behind his back, panickedly probed out, intending to capture that glimpse of the sword blade. 　　Wu Zongming took a look at the situation, and knew that even if Ye Chen injured Zhang Haoran, he himself would be invalidated, and still in front of him, how could he stand it. 　　"Fiery Flame Emotionless!" 　　In the midst of the sparks, Wu Zongming rushed out with an arrow step and blasted Zhang Haoran with a punch from the side. 　　Facing the encirclement of the two, Zhang Haoran could no longer maintain his composure, his hands instantly retracted, and with a swing of his sleeves, his figure was as if he could shrink the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he was out of the encirclement of the two. 　　Human Grade High Grade Martial Skill - Inch Swimming Step! 　　Wu Zongming didn't expect to hit Zhang Haoran, but the other party's strength made him more and more afraid, Ling Yun Gong cultivated to the fifth level, Liu Yun San Jian Jin was accomplished, Cold Immersion Palm was accomplished, and now there was an additional step martial skill 'Inch Swimming Steps', he really didn't know what other formidable martial skills he had hidden. 　　"This brother, what is your name." Wu Zongming took a deep breath and asked Ye Chuan with a sideways glance. 　　Ye Chuan was urging his internal qi to expel the cold from his left arm, and sniffed, "Ye Chuan." 　　"You should know my name, so I won't say more, but it's your boxing and swordsmanship that's outstanding! Almost looked away." He also noticed Ye Chuan's punch just now, although he was injured under the sparring with Zhang Haoran, but among the outer disciples, how many of them could resist Zhang Haoran's palm, not to mention that Ye Chuan was only at the sixth level of the Qi Practicing Realm cultivation. 　　"I'm sorry to hear that." Ye Chuan's tone is flat, but his heart is slightly anxious, the coldness of the cold immersion palm is like a maggot on the bone, how can it be dispelled cleanly, at this point Ye Chuan regretted a little, if he practiced a human level middle level technique, then it would be good, then the quality of internal qi is not as good as Zhang Haoran's, but also will not be worse than that, it will certainly be able to dispel this coldness. 　　Of course, this can't be blamed on Ye Chuan, the value of human-level middle-order techniques is equivalent to human-level high-level martial arts, with his status as an outer disciple can't get, and some of the more trashy human-level middle-order techniques Martial Arts Pavilion is there, just the techniques are not want to cultivate to cultivate, it is very consuming and time-consuming, and later on, if you change to repair the techniques, it will take a certain amount of time to refine the original internal qi, which is unwise. breaking into Woodman's Alley to obtain a good gong method, how did he know that he would encounter this situation. 　　"Wu Zongming, you seek death." Being forced back by the two of them, Zhang Haoran's face was red for a while, white, and finally purple and blue, eerily horrified. 　　Wu Zongming coldly said, "With you not qualified to say that." 　　"Very well, today one of you two won't want to leave, Ice and Snow Qiankun!" Ten layers of internal qi bulged, Zhang Haoran's body flashed with blue light, that was the sign of Lingyun Gong being pushed to its limit, it was evident that he had already moved to true anger and struck out regardless of everything. 　　Just see Zhang Haoran hands each draw half circle, miserable cold wind gathered into a ball, rotating endlessly, toward the two whistling push. 　　Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo ...... 　　The cold wind whistled and swept out like a tornado, the ground was covered with layers of frost that spread rapidly. 　　Wu Zongming was taken aback, from the power of this palm, it was not difficult to see that Zhang Haoran was only one last critical step away from condensing the fake into real and converting his internal qi into real qi, otherwise he would not have been able to bring the Cold Immersion Palm into play to such an extent, it was almost like a real blizzard. 　　"Flaming Fire!" 　　Wu Zongming hadn't used his full strength for a long time, this time, even his potential ability was forced out, at once, the heat wave was like a tidal wave, his face gradually glowed red, and in the end, it even became like a fiery jade, with the heat bubbling up and rising. 　　And his two fists became even hotter, almost on the verge of melting, blasting straight out with a terrifying aura to meet that miserable mass of cold wind. 　　The earth trembled, the walls were crisped by the qi, and pieces of debris fell downwards. 　　There was a loud boom! 　　Zhang Haoran and Wu Zongming each retreated away, but Zhang Haoran only retreated three steps while Wu Zongming retreated four. 　　Right at this moment, an astonishing flash of sword light appeared steeply, stabbing straight towards Zhang Haoran's left rib, as fast as a shocking rain, without a sound. 　　"Looking for death." 　　Zhang Haoran hadn't even taken a breath before he saw Ye Chuan's sword strike, and in his fury, he ignored his body's tolerance limit and strongly raised his internal qi, and blasted out a fist in the air. 　　The steel sword bent like a bow under the effect of the powerful qi, unable to advance an inch, causing Ye Chuan to have a deeper understanding of Zhang Haoran's strength. 　　"Zhang Haoran, take a punch from me." 　　Wu Zongming seemed to have forgotten the fact that he was outnumbered by the crowd, and with a jolt of his feet, his figure lunged straight at Zhang Haoran. 　　Without the support of sufficient internal qi, Zhang Haoran was unable to execute the Inch Swimming Steps, and with secret hatred in his heart, he sparred with Wu Zongming with a punch and a palm, and blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. 　　"This is what you guys forced me to do." 　　Borrowing the impact of the other party's fist strength, Zhang Haoran exaggeratedly retreated a dozen steps in a row, reaching out to wipe away the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and said morosely. 　　Wu Zongming sniffed and secretly said: does this guy still have martial arts skills that he hasn't used? 　　Ye Chuan also frowned, he had to admit that Zhang Haoran was the only genius he had admired so far, a few martial arts techniques had already been cultivated by him. 　　Looking at the two with an awe-inspiring gaze, Zhang Haoran clenched his fists with both hands, and intense blue light sprang out from his fists' blades, which finally transformed into brilliant blue air currents. 　　Accompanied by the blue airflow surging, a slight tiger's roar came out of thin air, the sound was horrifying. 　　"Tiger Roaring Dragon Fist!" 　　Seeing this scene, Wu Zongming's face instantly changed drastically as he blurted out. 　　"Human grade top ranked martial skill, Tiger Roaring Dragon Fist, this is bad, how does this Hao Ran possess so many martial skills." Ye Chuan had heard people talk about this martial skill, it was said that among the top human level martial skills of the Liuyun Sect, the only ones that could compete with the Tiger Roaring Dragon Fist were the Vorpal Divine Fist and a handful of other martial skills, and it was reasonable to say that only inner disciples could practice the top human level martial skills, but Zhang Haoran had clearly broken this law.