"Vast Qi Sect, Xin Yongyang."
The Vast Qi Sect disciple who walked to the center of the field announced his name.
This person was second only to a first-grade Martial Master in the sect. His overall strength was also stronger than Hu Zheng's.
Although he was strong, he was not much stronger.
After all, they were both peak Martial Disciples. As long as they did not become Martial Masters, the difference between them was only about two to three thousand pounds.
"Begin!" The referee shouted.
Xin Yongyang rushed forward for the sake of the sect leader and the glory of the sect.
His spiritual energy burst out. Not only did it gather around his body, but it also protected several important acupuncture points and poured into his palms.
"Swish swish swish!"
In an instant, he attacked with both palms. His spiritual energy whizzed out and formed palm prints accompanied by a whistling sound.
This was the Tiger Roaring Dragon Palm.
It was a unique palm technique in the Vast Qi Sect that had reached the upper middle class.
This technique was divided into the Tiger Roaring Palm and the Dragon Roaring Palm. They could be used separately or together to form a tiger and dragon roar!
Xin Yongyang had been practicing this palm technique since he entered the sect.
When combined with the spiritual energy of a peak Martial Disciple, once used, the air waves and air friction created a tiger and dragon roaring sound!
"Swish! Swish! "
The left palm print like a dragon and right tiger swept over like the roar of a dragon and a tiger.
It attracted the praise of all the elders. They all agreed that this person's understanding of palm techniques had reached perfection. He deserved to be called a genius with an upper-grade Spiritual Root.
How would the Iron Bone Li Qingyang deal with this?
"Swish!"
While everyone was thinking, Li Qingyang stepped forward and attacked with a Rupturing Fist. Obviously, he wanted to fight the Tiger Roaring Dragon Palm head-on.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
Their fists and palms collided. The air was filled with energy waves, forming circles of ripples.
In a few seconds, Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang had exchanged more than ten moves. From the situation, it seemed that they were evenly matched.
That's right!
This is a normal fight!
The previous four fights were not fierce at all. We came all the way here to watch the show!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
The two exchanged more than ten moves and then tacitly separated, keeping a certain distance.
Li Qingyang's face was calm.
Xin Yongyang frowned and loosened his palms, trying to relieve the numbness from the collision.
"Vast Qi Sect's disciples have suffered a loss." Wang Donglin said.
Qin Haoran also noticed this, and his face became gloomy again.
Is my Vast Qi Sect going to lose this competition again?
'Look, you've already lost your confidence, yet you still insist on licking your face and continuing to fight. You even agreed to bet ten million taels. Is there something wrong with your brain?'
It didn't matter if he lost this round!
His Iron Bone's strongest disciple, Li Qingyang, had already entered the arena. The disciples sent out for the next two matches would definitely not be strong. As long as he won the next two matches, he would still be able to win!
"Shua!"
"Shua!"
Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang started fighting again.
The two of them did not disappoint the onlookers. They were entangled in a fierce battle.
This was normal.
Previously, if he wasn't kicking, he would be smashing his chrysanthemum. It was as if he was hitting a sandbag. It was a one-sided battle. What fun was there to watch?
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
The sound of explosions and the roars of tigers and dragons resounded in the martial arts field. Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang were fighting faster and more fiercely.
Jun Changxiao held his hands together and murmured, "Qingyang didn't choose to end the battle quickly. He probably wants to use this peak level Martial Disciple as a sparring partner."
"Bang!"
At this moment, the sound of explosions could be heard.
Li Qingyang's fist, which contained more than twenty thousand jin of strength, hit Xin Yongyang's palm, causing him to stagger back a few steps.
"The Vast Qi Sect's disciple is at a disadvantage!"
"Li Qingyang is really strong to fight against Xin Yongyang who used the Tiger Roaring and Dragon Roaring Palm!"
"On the Spiritual Spring Mountain, defeating the inner disciple of the Sacred Spring Sect was definitely not a fluke!"
Everyone praised Li Qingyang.
Why?
Because his moves were open and aboveboard, and he fought very elegantly!
Unlike the Iron Bone disciples in the previous four matches, they either kicked the temple or used dirty moves like chrysanthemum.
Hearing everyone talking about his son, the head of the Li Family proudly puffed out his chest, his face full of pride.
Xin Yongyang struggled to stabilize his body, his face slightly pale. His right palm was swollen with pain and numbness. It seemed that the attack was not light.
"Swoosh!"
Li Qingyang stepped forward, condensed the Rupturing Fist, and attacked again.
This time, he did not give Xin Yongyang any chance to breathe. He attacked frequently, and finally, Xin Yongyang could only block and retreat, and then … he was beaten out of the martial arts field.
Iron Bone won another round!
Including the previous four matches that were canceled, it was five to zero.
Jun Changxiao was not surprised that Li Qingyang won.
Among the seven inner disciples of the Iron Bone, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei were proficient in body movement and leg strength, Xiao Ziji refined his body to the extreme, and Lu Qianqian's spiritual power was boundless.
Although Li Qingyang did not have any dazzling advantages, he did not have any obvious shortcomings either. He was an all-round and balanced development.
What's more, among the inner disciples, his cultivation was currently the highest, having broken through to the seventh rank Martial Disciple.
Hu Zheng, a peak Martial Disciple, was knocked unconscious by Xiao Ziji.
It would be strange if the second disciple could not defeat Xin Yongyang, who was also a peak Martial Disciple.
Not to mention Jun Changxiao, even the spectators were not surprised by Li Qingyang's victory. His performance was too perfect, too impeccable.
Su Xiaomo and the others won the first four matches. It felt like the plot had reversed, and Li Qingyang's victory was natural.
Wang Donglin commented, "This disciple is not as outstanding as the previous disciples, but he is very stable."
"Aiya."
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said, "Alliance Master Qin, if my Iron Bone wins the next match, your Hao Qi Sect will have to take out ten million taels."
"Hmph."
Qin Haoran said coldly, "Sect Leader Jun, if all your Iron Bone disciples sent out, can you compete with my next disciple?"
All the elites?
Are you looking down on me?
Ye Xingchen, who was behind him, pulled a long face and said in a low voice, "Sect Leader, I will fight the next match!"
When he came to the Hao Qi Sect, he wanted to fight. He even planned to fight one by one.
"Yes."
Jun Changxiao said, "Go."
"Kacha, kacha!"
Ye Xingchen clenched his fists and shook his head as if he was not afraid of breaking his neck. His eyes flashed coldly.
Qin Haoran said indifferently, "Pei Jun, you go. Remember, you must win."
"Yes."
The personal disciple named Pei Jun walked out. His body was surrounded by vigorous spiritual power. Obviously, he was the strongest disciple of the Hao Qi Sect.
"Alliance Master Qin finally sent out a Martial Master level personal disciple."
"That Iron Bone disciple looks like a fifth or sixth rank Martial Disciple. He has no hope of winning."
"In my opinion, Sect Leader Jun's plan is to let the strong disciple take the lead, and then let the weak disciple be the cannon fodder."
Cannon fodder?
Ye Xingchen was furious.
If this Emperor still had the cultivation of his previous life, this group of lowly ants would be crushed in the palm of his hand. Their souls would scatter, and they would never be reincarnated!
As expected of the Night Emperor. His way of thinking was too terrifying!
"Ta."
Pei Jun walked to the center of the area first. He cupped his hands and said, "Hao Qi Sect, Pei Jun."
Ye Xingchen said indifferently, "Don't talk nonsense. Let's start."
"Tsk tsk, this cannon fodder is quite arrogant."
"Doesn't he know that Pei Jun is the strongest personal disciple of the Hao Qi Sect?"
"Using the weakest to defeat the strongest, even if he loses, it will be worth it."
Every word of the crowd's discussion was clearly heard by Ye Xingchen. The anger in his body roared and filled his eyes. It was as if two balls of fire were rising.
Pei Jun was secretly shocked, "This guy's eyes are so scary!"
"You!"
Ye Xingchen turned to look at the referee and shouted angrily, "Hurry up and start. I can't wait anymore!"
This temper …
"Start!" The referee shouted.
As soon as the referee finished speaking, Pei Jun rushed over. His hands reached behind him, and spiritual power gathered in his palms. He was about to …
"Shua!"
Ye Xingchen suddenly appeared on the left side and said coldly, "Kid, you're too slow."
"Bang — — —"
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