The sun was high up in the sky, and the martial arts competition for a spouse had unknowingly gone on for half a day. Wang Yan thought that he and Xia He would soon make their moves, but in reality, there was no lack of smart people in the arena. After seeing Lin Tianyang and Wei Jinchuan continuously sending out disciples to disrupt the situation, many people understood that this martial arts competition was not simple. It was likely that they would have to face stronger opponents later on. Therefore, after the first disciple sent out by Wei Jinchuan entered the arena, there were people who entered the arena one after another, hoping to not give Lin Tianyang and Wei Jinchuan a chance to interfere. Unfortunately, these people were only supporting characters in this big show.
"Kacha."
A crisp sound came from the arena. It was a tall and thin young man who used his palms to grab a single blade that was stabbing towards him. Then, with a twist of his palms, he actually broke the steel blade in half. Immediately after, this person did not wait for the person using the blade to react. His leg went straight forward, followed by a slap of his right palm. Amidst the sound of bones breaking, the chest of the person holding the blade immediately caved in. His entire body was thrown backwards like a kite with a broken string. In the end, he landed below the arena and lay on the ground, motionless, without the slightest sign of life.
"Next!"
This tall and thin man was neither sad nor happy. He indifferently looked around the arena. However, this gaze was full of fierceness, and for a moment, no one dared to enter the arena.
This person was the second disciple Lin Tianyang had sent out. His name was Zhao Yuanfeng. His Qing Gong was extraordinary, but what was even more powerful was his pair of iron palms. It was not difficult for him to split gold and break jade. If one of his palms landed on a person's body, they would be seriously injured even if they did not specially cultivate protective Qigong.
Ever since Zhao Yuanfeng entered the arena, he had consecutively defeated seven people. However, up until now, there was no sign of his inner energy being exhausted. Under such ferocious power, those at the side of the arena who wanted to take advantage of the situation naturally did not dare to enter the arena again.
In reality, up until now, there were less than twenty people left around the arena who had yet to enter the arena. The majority of the people had already decided their victory on the arena. Unfortunately, there was not a single person who was able to consecutively win three matches and enter the next round. If one were to really count, this Zhao Yuanfeng could be considered as the first person to enter the next round. In fact, he only needed to consecutively win three more people to be able to enter the final round. From this, one could see his strength.
However, this was not the most despairing thing. This time, Lin Tianyang and Wei Jinchuan had each brought three young disciples. It was obvious that both sides had a tacit understanding. Zhao Yuanfeng was only the second disciple that Lin Tianyang had sent. There was an even more powerful person behind him!
"What kind of martial arts competition is this? It's like selling dog meat while pretending to be sheep's sheep's head. Getting so many formidable figures, let alone winning three matches in a row, even winning one match would be difficult. I think it's better to not participate in this Joust for a Spouse Search Competition. "
"That's right. With the disciples of the Iron Fist Club and the Ghost Hand Sect standing in our way, we have no chance of winning at all."
"This Zhao Yuanfeng is already so powerful. Who knows what kind of powerful figures are behind him. Let's not go up and throw away our lives. Let's hurry up and leave."
Seeing Zhao Yuanfeng's ferocity, many people around the arena began to clamor. Among them, there were even a few who were shouting as they headed toward the mountain path, obviously intending to withdraw from the martial arts competition for a spouse.
For a moment, the surroundings of the arena were in chaos. Among the dozen or so people who had yet to enter the arena, nearly half of them had actually thought of leaving. Seeing this situation, Lin Tianyang, who was on the high platform, said disdainfully, "As expected, a bunch of trash. Especially those mutants, it's even more difficult for them to achieve anything. I'm afraid it will be more difficult than difficult for Sect Leader Linghu to choose a son-in-law from among these people."
As he spoke, Lin Tianyang glanced at Wei Jinchuan. The two of them couldn't help but smile at each other. They only felt that this secret competition had at least caused the Cold Moon Sect to lose face.
Linghu Qiu's expression was extremely ugly. He also didn't expect that the participants of this martial arts competition for a spouse would be so weak that they couldn't even deal with Zhao Yuanfeng. Now that Zhao Yuanfeng's ferocity was unstoppable in the arena, and the people below the stage were making strange remarks, and Lin Tianyang even embarrassed him in public, the situation was getting out of hand. He couldn't help but glance at the Young Master Three, Gao Siyan, only to see that Gao Siyan's face was also ice-cold.
Seeing this, Linghu Qiu couldn't help but look at Wang Yan. However, Wang Yan imitated Xia He and leaned against a tree, closing his eyes to rest.
"The Blade and Sword Duo really won't release the eagle without seeing the rabbit!"
Linghu Qiu cursed inwardly. Then, he gritted his teeth and took out a wooden box from his pocket. He then summoned a disciple, handed the wooden box to the disciple, and whispered a few words to him.
"My two young heroes."
A moment later, the disciple came in front of Wang Yan and Xia He. Xia He didn't respond, but Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes and said unhurriedly, "What's the matter?"
"Master asked me to pass a message to you two young heroes. If you two are willing to defeat the people of the Ghost Hand Sect and the Iron Fist Club now, this item can be given to you first."
As he spoke, the disciple presented a palm-sized mahogany box with both hands. When Wang Yan took it and opened it, he saw a black four-leaf clover.
"This is yours."
Wang Yan casually tossed the wooden box to Xia He. After catching it, Xia He stretched lazily as if he had just woken up from a good sleep. He said, "Looks like it's my turn."
Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Xia He put the wooden box into his bosom. Then, with a tap of his foot, he leaped out like a large bird, and his loud shout resounded throughout the entire area.
"I, Xia He, will have a taste of your skills!"
As soon as the voice came, the blade came! As soon as Xia He jumped onto the stage, he didn't make any empty gestures and slashed at Zhao Yuanfeng's head. This slash was very fast, but Zhao Yuanfeng was already prepared. He wanted to dodge the edge of the blade, but he didn't expect that the long blade in Xia He's hand would split into three, drawing three blade shadows and slashing at Zhao Yuanfeng's left and right sides.
Seeing this blade, Lin Tianyang's eyes narrowed slightly and said coldly, "It seems that Sect Leader Linghu has finally made a move. This man's blade technique is not weak, but if he wants to defeat my disciple Yuanfeng, I'm afraid it's not enough."
Just as Lin Tianyang finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened. He only felt that as the aura on Xia He's body changed, a wave of blade intent soared into the sky like the sun, and Zhao Yuanfeng, who was about to retreat, paused, his eyes showing a dazed look. At this moment, a bright blade light burst out from Xia He's long blade, and the speed of the blade increased by several times. His body then suddenly moved forward, and his whole person passed by Zhao Yuanfeng.
Screech …
Xia He sheathed his blade and stood proudly on the stage. A line of blood appeared on Zhao Yuanfeng's neck, and then blood gushed out along the line. Zhao Yuanfeng's neck tilted, and his whole body fell to the ground.
"This Xia He actually has such strength?!"
"To be able to make a name for himself at the Pulse Opening Stage, this Xia He is really not simple!"
"Is this Xia He really a player? Why is there such a big difference between him and a player? "
The surroundings of the stage immediately exploded. Those who wanted to withdraw from the fight for a spouse stopped and looked at Xia He in shock. No one expected Xia He to be able to kill Zhao Yuanfeng with one strike. There were even people who wondered if Xia He was an NPC. It was really funny.
And just as these people were talking, a loud shout came from the high stage!
"Junior, you dare?!"
Seeing his beloved disciple die, Lin Tianyang stood up with a whoosh. His reaction was very different from when he saw Gao Yuanchen die. Obviously, this Zhao Yuanfeng was not a player.
Seeing Lin Tianyang lose his composure, Hen Tiandao said coldly, "Commander Lin, are you going to throw away the dignity of the Ironfist Society? Are you going to personally teach these juniors a lesson? "
"Brother Jin, this Little Mirror Mountain is, after all, Hengshui City's territory. How can we allow outsiders to be so presumptuous and kill our people?"
"Once you enter the stage, you are responsible for your own life and death!"
Linghu Qiu raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly. Then, he said, "Besides, your disciple didn't hold back at all. Could it be that your Iron Fist Association is so tyrannical that it only allows you to kill people and forbids others from killing you?"
Lin Tianyang was suddenly speechless. He glared at Lin Tianyang, then sat down and said to the last young disciple behind him, "Yuanxiu, if you were to go up now, how confident are you in dealing with this swordsman?"
"Fifty-fifty chance."
Hearing this answer, Lin Tianyang could not help but look at Wei Jinchuan. Wei Jinchuan immediately understood and laughed. "Our Ghostly Hand Sect is not afraid of the Divine Will of Saber and Sword, not to mention that this person's Saber Will is immature and only has the effect of confusing one's mind. So, let us Ghostly Hand Sect go up and test this person's strength."
Wei Jinchuan had a proud look on his face. Previously, the first disciple he sent out had performed far better than the first disciple Lin Tianyang sent out, Gao Yuanchen. Gao Yuanchen had lasted until the third round before he was knocked off the stage. He had only suffered some light injuries. Now that Lin Tianyang had come to ask him for help, he felt that the Ghostly Hand Sect had gained the upper hand in this secret contest. Therefore, with a slight wave of his hand, a young disciple behind him leaped forward and headed straight for the stage.
This Ghostly Hand Sect disciple's Qinggong was not bad. In a few leaps and bounds, he reached the edge of the stage. However, he did not immediately go up the stage. This was probably because the moment this person leaped forward, Xia He had already gripped the hilt of his saber and was accumulating Saber Force. His entire person was like a treasured saber that was about to be unsheathed. The closer he got to the stage, the more he could feel Xia He's unparalleled determination. Under such circumstances, this Ghostly Hand Sect disciple did not dare to casually go up the stage.
"Although his Saber Intent is immature, his usage of Saber Force is quite perfect. No wonder the Saber and Sword Duo could make a name for themselves in the South River Valley. Just this Xia He alone has the potential to become a top-notch swordsman in the future."
It was rare for Hen Tiandao to open his mouth and praise. His eyes did not conceal the admiration he had for Xia He. When Wei Jinchuan and Lin Tianyang heard this, their expressions changed slightly. When Hen Tiandao saw this, he unhurriedly said, "Hallmaster Wei's disciple might have a chance to win if he goes up the stage now. If we wait any longer and allow this Xia He to accumulate Saber Force to its peak, perhaps the scene from before will reappear."
"What are you waiting for!"
Wei Jinchuan did not want to lose face. He originally felt that he had the upper hand, so he immediately shouted. The disciple at the edge of the stage immediately leaped up. In that instant, a saber light burst forth. The long saber in Xia He's hand directly slashed towards that disciple as if it was tearing the sky apart. As the saber light streaked across the sky, a loud explosion rumbled and its momentum was shocking!
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