Hong Zheng shouted at the two of them, "What? Have you finished discussing? You may begin. "
Chen Xiang looked at Da Sheng, seeking his opinion. Da Sheng nodded gently. Only then did he step forward with his hands behind his back. He said loudly, "Boys who want to fight for a spot, step forward."
Many of the martial artists participating in the smelting trial originally didn't have any thoughts of competing. They were afraid that they would be injured or lose face if they fought. But now that they saw that the method to compete was so simple, they couldn't help but stand up. In front of Chen Xiang, they all moved backwards.
Only a few people stood there motionless, looking at everyone's actions with disdain.
Yuan Kui glanced at Yang Qingxuan and walked over to stand in the front row.
The people in the front row seemed to be afraid of him. They could not help but move away from him.
Yang Qingxuan also walked forward. Under everyone's gaze, he stood at the back of the crowd.
Yuan Kui could not help but scold, "If you're afraid of death, get lost!"
Yang Qingxuan smiled. "What does it have to do with you whether I'm afraid of death or not? Are you so free that you don't care about others? "
Yuan Kui was speechless. He sneered, "When the palm strikes later, hide well. Don't die from the first strike."
Da Sheng also mocked, "Mo Ting, is this the person you like? Haha, he's an embarrassment to us ferrymen. "
Mo Ting suddenly asked, "Elder Da Sheng, what level is your Purple Mountain Dragonfire Technique at?"
Da Sheng was stunned. He did not understand why he asked that. He said, "Seventh level."
Mo Ting asked again, "How many levels are there?"
Da Sheng said, "Nine. Why? Are you trying to check my ability?"
"No, no, no. Elder Da Sheng, you misunderstand. May I ask how long it will take for you to reach the ninth level? "Mo Ting asked again.
Da Sheng did not know what he was up to. He thought for a moment and said angrily, "If I'm lucky, two hundred years. If I'm unlucky, maybe five hundred years."
Mo Ting nodded and said, "Then you still have the time to care about other people's business?"
"You …!"
Da Sheng's chest tightened and he almost spat out blood. "You Mo Ting! Hmph, just wait for him to make a fool of himself and disgrace us ferrymen!" He flicked his sleeves and turned around, ignoring Da Sheng.
Mo Ting turned around with a smile and exchanged glances with Yang Qingxuan. Both of them smiled knowingly and had a tacit understanding.
Chen Xiang's body began to emit Zhen Yuan fluctuations. He stood there alone and said coldly, "Are you all ready?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out a hand and flipped it in the air. There was nothing fancy about it. It was just an ordinary palm strike, as if he was casually flicking his sleeve.
However, it was as if time and space had come to a standstill. A tiny black ball had been pressed into existence beneath the pale yellow palm. At the same time, as the palm was pushed forward, the black ball suddenly expanded, compressing the surrounding space into it.
Da Sheng and the other elders' expressions changed drastically. Hong Zheng was even more shocked as he said, "What the hell is Chen Xiang doing? He's using Shattering Palm right from the start. Is he trying to kill all the rookies in the organization?! "
Although everyone was shocked, no one stepped forward to stop him.
The black ball expanded to the size of a watermelon under the palm strike and was suddenly pushed forward. With a boom, the originally bright sea and sky suddenly turned dark.
Black and white instantly flipped over, making it difficult for people to adapt. However, this was not important. What was important was that everyone felt the danger of death under this palm strike.
Even Yang Qingxuan had never felt that he was so close to death!
"Hold it in! You must hold it in! I can't kill you! " Yang Qingxuan kept screaming in his heart, but his body did not listen to his command. Under this domineering palm strike, green dragon scales began to grow on his body.
The dragon's might lingered around his body, resisting the palm strike's might. Only then did he feel much better.
Yang Qingxuan felt that it was strange. Why was it that under the pressure of this terrifying palm strike, the surroundings were deathly silent? It was as if there was no one around. Logically speaking, there should have been continuous screams.
Only then did he realize that the facial features of the surrounding cultivators were all distorted. They all opened their mouths and wanted to scream, but no sound came out. They could only tremble all over.
He cast his gaze forward. A blood-red color surfaced on Yuan Kui's body as a ferocious aura radiated from his body. It was as if a monster was about to break free from his body. He had actually managed to withstand the might of the palm strike. Although his expression was also extremely ugly, he was in a much better state than the others.
Furthermore, this was only the pressure of a single palm strike. What followed was a true palm wind, which shattered the laws of the sky amid a resounding boom as it hurtled toward everyone.
"Ah!! — — "
A large number of screams sounded in the surroundings. A dozen or twenty people all spat out blood and were all sent flying. They fell into the sea far away, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
Yang Qingxuan's body trembled. "Creak" sounds came from his dragon scales as if they were about to shatter. He used the Thousand Kilogram Fall, and his feet were like tree roots pressing on the ground. He was pushed more than three hundred feet away by the palm strike. Two deep marks appeared on the ground, directly reaching his knees.
The others were not so lucky. Those who did not fall into the sea rolled on the ground and slid far away. They all fell into a terrible state.
Mo Ting's eyes flashed with light, then returned to normal.
Da Sheng and the others were also shocked. There were more than thirty people. Some were buried in the ground, and some were sent flying into the sea. At this moment, only seven people were still standing.
Da Sheng frowned, and his face darkened. Yang Qingxuan, who was originally standing at the back, was now standing at the front, one step ahead of Yuan Kui.
The remaining five people could not withstand the palm strike and were all slid to the back.
This palm strike was enough to determine who was stronger.
Yuan Kui was also shocked and angry. He was one step behind Yang Qingxuan, and he was standing at the front at the beginning. Although he suffered the heaviest palm strike, from the results, he still lost to Yang Qingxuan.
Hong Zheng laughed and said, "Haha, the results are out. There's no need to fight anymore, right?"
Da Sheng said coldly, "There are clearly seven people standing. Which eye of yours saw the results?"
Hong Zheng said, "From their positions, we can see the depth of their strength."
Other than Yang Qingxuan and Yuan Kui at the front, there were three people in the middle. The last two people were almost in the sea, and the waves were lapping at their feet. Both of them looked ashamed and lonely.
Da Sheng said, "How can that be? Yang Qingxuan was originally standing at the back. If we compete in positions, won't it be unfair? "
Hong Zheng said angrily, "Then what do you think we should compete in? Should we let Chen Xiang attack again? "
Da Sheng snorted and said, "Why not?"
Hong Zheng stared at him coldly and snorted. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, "Up to you."
From the results of the palm strike just now, Yang Qingxuan would definitely win. Even if he attacked again, he would definitely win.
Da Sheng gave Chen Xiang a slight look.
Chen Xiang's eyes trembled slightly, then he calmed down and looked ahead coldly.
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