Ping Yang City, Central Square!
When the distance between the two sides was less than two meters, Yu Haoran and Yu Haocheng stopped at the same time and stared at each other with a strong murderous aura.
Perhaps because the murderous aura from the two was too strong, it not only made the contestants around feel a chill, but also subconsciously kept a distance. At the same time, it also attracted the attention of the experts from the other sects.
"Senior, that person is called Yu Haocheng. He has an unforgettable blood feud with me and my brother. When the two of us fight, it will be either you die or I die. I hope that senior can help my brother when he is in danger!"
Yu Siqi, who had the potential of Emperor Wu, was more docile and didn't like to fight. However, she was not stupid. Instead, she was very intelligent.
The accidental death of her parents, the change in attitude of the Great Elder towards her and her brother, and Yu Haocheng's pressure. How could she not understand the reason?
However, the cruelty of reality made her have no choice but to obey for the time being!
If there was a chance, how could she not be willing to take revenge?
If it weren't for Ouyang Aoxue forbidding her from participating in the competition, she would have found Yu Haocheng from the beginning to take revenge for the humiliation she suffered over the past year.
Therefore, she was not surprised that Yu Haoran took the initiative to find Yu Haocheng.
What was more surprising was that Yu Haocheng, who had average talent and potential and poor willpower, had reached the peak of the ninth grade Martial Disciple.
This was enough to show that the Great Elder had found some precious treasure for Yu Haocheng when he was out.
Therefore, Yu Siqi was worried that Yu Haocheng had the means to hurt Yu Haoran.
"Siqi, don't worry. Your brother is not a simple person. If that trash wants to hurt your brother, unless he cultivates for a hundred years, he is seeking his own death!" The Snow Palace instructor in charge of teaching Yu Siqi said in a disdainful tone.
As an instructor in charge of teaching the disciples, her cultivation may not be as high as Ouyang Aoxue's, but her eyesight was not comparable to the average person.
Although Yu Haocheng's cultivation was also at the peak of the ninth grade of Martial Disciple, the elemental energy in his dantian was chaotic, his foundation was unstable, and his body was weak and powerless. It was enough to show that he was a hedonistic young master with an empty realm and no matching strength.
As for Yu Haoran!
Not only was his foundation incomparably solid, his elemental energy was abnormally condensed, and his aura was restrained. At a glance, one could tell that the peak of the ninth grade Martial Disciple realm was cultivated step by step.
What's more, Yu Haoran was able to kill Yu Qing with just the collision of his physical body. This was enough to show that while he was improving his realm, he did not slack off on the tempering of his physical body.
If it were not for the fact that the Snow Palace did not value the cultivation of male disciples, she would have an impulse to argue with Ouyang Aoxue and see if she could recruit Yu Haoran into the Snow Palace and become an internal disciple of the Snow Palace.
Actually, the Snow Palace's instructor was not the only one who thought this way.
On the high platform, there was only Liu Guangyuan from the Yuxu Temple.
Because Yu Haoran refused to let Yu Siqi join the Yuxu Temple, he was very dissatisfied with Yu Haoran and was unwilling to recruit outsiders. The experts from the other five sects looked at Yu Haoran with a strong interest.
Especially the expert surnamed Lian from the Weapon Refining Sect. In addition to the strong interest in his eyes, there was also a trace of a special meaning.
"Yu Haoran, you deserve to die!" Yu Haocheng gnashed his teeth and said after standing still.
Yu Haoran knew why Yu Haocheng hated Yu Haocheng. Putting aside the hatred between them, Yu Haocheng only had the potential to be a Martial King. He couldn't endure any hardships. Wanting to marry Yu Siqi was like a toad lusting after a swan's meat!
Therefore, Yu Haoran couldn't help but mock Yu Haocheng as he gritted his teeth and cursed.
"Yu Haocheng, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You're just a useless piece of trash who only knows how to eat, drink, and play. You want to be my sister's man?
"In my opinion, either there's something wrong with your head, or your parents ate the wrong pill when they raised you. In the end, they gave birth to a useless piece of trash like you!"
Yu Haoran's mocking just now was very vicious. Furthermore, he didn't lower his voice, so everyone in the square heard him clearly.
When the crowd, who had nothing to do with the matter, heard this, they immediately found it very funny.
Some people who didn't know the Yu Family, or perhaps didn't fear them, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The seven experts on the high platform also couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh softly.
However, as Yu Haocheng's biological father, his grandfather, the first elder and Yu Hongyang directly stood up and looked at Yu Haoran with murderous intent.
If it weren't for the sect experts in the square, and if it weren't for the sect selection, Yu Hongyang would've rushed up and cut Yu Haoran into eight pieces to vent his anger from the humiliation just now.
Yu Haocheng never would've thought that the usually taciturn Yu Haoran would speak so viciously. This made Yu Haocheng even angrier, and at the same time, he directly chose to attack.
"Sad!"
From the beginning, Yu Haocheng used the Yu Family's most precious and highest grade martial art, the Seven Wounds Fist, which only the Patriarch could cultivate.
"First elder, what is the meaning of this?" Seeing Yu Haocheng use the Seven Wounds Fist, the ninth elder's face darkened as he questioned.
One had to know that in the Yu Family, only the current Patriarch or the designated successor had the qualifications to cultivate the ninth grade Greenwood Heart Technique and the seventh grade Seven Wounds Fist.
By doing so, not only would the Patriarch have extraordinary strength, but it would also prevent the Heart Technique and martial arts from being passed down.
But what the ninth elder didn't expect was that the first elder would actually teach the Seven Wounds Fist to Yu Haocheng. His goal couldn't be more obvious. Not only did he want to push Yu Hongyang to the position of Patriarch, he even wanted to choose the next Patriarch. How could the ninth elder and the other elders behind him accept this?
Ignoring the ninth elder's question, the first elder stared at the arena and secretly mobilized all of his yuan energy, ready to attack at any time.
Yu Haoran didn't expect Yu Haocheng to use the Seven Wounds Fist that only the Patriarch could cultivate. He sneered disdainfully and used the Seven Wounds Fist as well.
"Sad!"
Using the same Seven Wounds Fist, no matter if it was the speed of the fist, the power of the fist, or the side effects of the Seven Wounds Fist, Yu Haocheng's Seven Wounds Fist was on a completely different level compared to Yu Haoran's.
"That young man's potential might be average, but his understanding of martial arts, his reaction during battle, and his methods of dealing with enemies are already on par with a peerless genius. He might even be comparable to a monstrous genius!"
After seeing the difference between Yu Haoran and Yu Haocheng using the same fist technique, the Sky Martial Sect's master surnamed Zhao couldn't help but praise.
"That's right!" Qi Wei from the Xuandao School nodded and agreed.
"If we can provide him with some elixirs to increase his potential, his future achievements won't necessarily be worse than his sister's!"
"I admit that Yu Haoran's perception might be good, but to surpass his sister, Yu Siqi, I'm afraid it'll be very difficult!"
However, Ouyang Aoxue from the Snow Palace didn't agree with the two's point of view.
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