At this time, a second-generation disciple who acted as the referee reacted and quickly shouted, "Ring 4, Yang Xuan wins!"
Yang Xuan nodded and slowly walked off the stage. Wherever he went, everyone had complicated expressions on their faces as they involuntarily opened up a path for him.
The trash of the past had finally stood up.
Many people thought back to the past Yang Xuan and couldn't help but sigh.
Yang Jiaqiang had already struggled to stand up. He touched the handprint on his neck and the clear pain hit his nerves.
After the first round of the competition ended, the second round followed. This time, Yang Xuan looked at the list and couldn't help but be stunned. He then let out a bitter laugh because behind his name, there were three words, Yang Jiaxue.
"This …" Yang Xuan didn't know what to say.
In the Yang family, besides his mother and Sixth Uncle, the one who treated him the best was undoubtedly Yang Jiaxue.
Thinking of that beautiful and naughty little girl, Yang Xuan couldn't help but smile. However, at this time, he had to compete with her in the ring. This made Yang Xuan don't know what to do.
"Forget it, I'll take one step at a time. If it really can't be done, I'll just admit defeat!"
Yang Xuan thought. Anyway, he wasn't interested in the rewards of this family competition.
"Clang!" A huge gong was sounded and the second round of the competition began.
On the fourth ring, Yang Jiaxue and Yang Xuan stood facing each other.
Yang Xuan hadn't seen Yang Jiaxue for a long time. At this time, seeing her again warmed his heart.
After Yang Jiaxue stepped on the ring, she looked at Yang Xuan curiously. She even walked over and began to circle Yang Xuan. As she circled, she looked up and down. She even touched her chin with her hand and looked thoughtful.
The ring was already crowded. At this time, seeing this scene, they also looked at each other, not knowing what the two were doing.
Yang Xuan suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Why are you white again? Tell me, how did you turn white? "
After walking around for a long time, Yang Jiaxue stopped in her tracks, as though she was a kitten who had found her favorite toy. Her eyes were filled with stars as she asked curiously.
As expected! Yang Xuan nearly collapsed.
Huala! Below the stage, everyone fell down.
Yang Xuan could not help but have a headache. Did this little grandaunt not know that this was a martial arts competition? Can you be more serious?
Yang Jiaxue didn't care about the martial arts competition. She asked, "Hurry up and tell me!"
Yang Xuan touched his forehead and said, "Great aunt, we're having a martial arts competition. Can you be a little more serious?"
At this moment, Yang Qingshan, who was secretly observing this place, could not help but feel speechless.
"Oh, right, let's have a duel!" Yang Jiaxue finally realized that this was a martial arts competition and said excitedly, "Come, Yang Xuan, let's compete and see who's stronger!"
She then frowned and said, "Hmph, Father forced me to go into seclusion for such a long time. My martial arts have improved greatly. You have to be careful!"
Yang Xuan's eyes turned and suddenly said, "Do you want to know how to make your skin white?"
Yang Jiaxue's eyes lit up and she cheered, "Ah, yes, yes, tell me quickly! Tell me quickly! "
As she said that, she actually ran over and pulled Yang Xuan's hand and shook it, "Tell me quickly, tell me quickly!"
A huge drop of cold sweat appeared on Yang Qingshan's forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched. He finally could not watch anymore and turned his head away.
The referee presiding over this competition wanted to cry but had no tears. He looked at the two of them like a fool.
Yang Xuan said in a low voice, "Go down first. I'll tell you after the family competition is over!"
Yang Jiaxue asked doubtfully, "Really?"
Yang Xuan nodded affirmatively!
Yang Jiaxue said, "If you dare to lie to me, hmph, I'll hit you!" As she said that, she even raised her small fist. However, it did not look like she was going to hit someone.
"I admit defeat!"
Yang Jiaxue suddenly raised her voice. She winked at Yang Xuan and said in a low voice, "Do your best!" After saying that, she jumped off the stage.
Looking at Yang Jiaxue, Yang Xuan only felt warmth in his heart. He knew that Yang Jiaxue did not want to fight with him, so she chose this method to end the competition.
Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaxue's competition ended in such a dramatic way. After the referee foolishly announced Yang Xuan's victory and Yang Xuan jumped off the stage and left, the audience below the stage was still staring at each other. For a moment, they did not know how to react.
Because Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaxue's competition ended early, at this time, there were still many matches on the stage that had not ended.
Hence, Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaxue strolled to one of the stages and began to watch the match.
The competition on the stage had reached a climax. The two of them, one in white and the other in blue, were both at Stage Six Internal Force. The level of their martial arts training was quite similar. It could be said that they were evenly matched. For a while, the rabbit rose and the magpie fell. They went back and forth, fighting back and forth, it was very lively.
After watching for a while, the two of them were still tied. Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaxue were bored. Just as they were about to leave, a voice suddenly said, "Yang Xuan, who do you think will win?"
Yang Xuan turned his head to look. A man with a thin face and gloomy eyes was looking at him.
Yang Xuan recognized this person. This person was Yang Gong's elder brother, Yang Cheng.
It was rumored that Yang Cheng was only twenty-five years old, but he was already at the peak of Stage Eight Internal Force. He was one of the most outstanding disciples of the Yang family.
"I think the one in white will win!" Yang Xuan retracted his gaze.
"Oh? Then I think the one in blue will win! "Yang Cheng's lips curled into a cold smile.
After he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and a small pebble instantly flew towards the back of the white-clothed disciple's leg.
Yang Cheng was already at the peak of Stage Eight Internal Force. Now that he had launched a sneak attack, the pebble flew into the air like lightning. His movements were small and fast, and the elders were far away. Therefore, no one except for Yang Xuan noticed it.
Just as the pebble was about to hit the back of the white-clothed disciple's leg, a faint golden light flashed. The pebble turned into powder a few meters away from the white-clothed disciple's leg. It did not cause any damage to the white-clothed disciple.
Yang Cheng's face froze, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He did not see how Yang Xuan made his move at all.
His senses told him that Yang Xuan had his hands behind his back the entire time, and had not moved at all. However, there was no way that the pebbles he had thrown out would turn into dust. He was certain that it was Yang Xuan's doing, but how did he do it?
For a moment, Yang Cheng was bewildered.
Yang Xuan looked at him with a calm expression.
In terms of speed, the Golden Moon Slash was much faster than his pebble.
While Yang Cheng was bewildered, the blue-clothed disciple became impatient due to not being able to win for a long time. His Qi became unstable and he revealed a flaw. The white-clothed disciple seized the opportunity and kicked him in the chest, thus winning the match.
Yang Cheng's face turned green. He snorted heavily and turned to leave.
The second round of the competition was finally over. With the sound of the gong, the third round of the competition began.
In such a cruel competition, as long as one lost a match, they would be disqualified from the next round. Therefore, everyone put in 120% of their effort and carefully dealt with the competition.
There were some empty spots, but Yang Xuan was not so lucky. He would meet a new opponent every round. Fortunately, these people were not very strong, and Yang Xuan easily defeated them all.
After a few rounds, there were only 12 people left.
Of these 12 people, except for Yang Xuan, the dark horse, the others were all elites of their families. They had been cultivating for a long time, and each one of them had experienced hundreds of battles. Among them, the lowest cultivation level was at the peak of the seventh level. They were all characters who could take charge of their own affairs.
The new round of matchups came out. Yang Xuan looked up and his eyes narrowed. His opponent for this round was actually Yang Cheng.
Not far away, Yang Cheng also saw the new matchup. When he saw that his opponent was Yang Xuan, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Night quietly fell. Countless huge torches had been erected around the Drill Ground, illuminating the arena in the center of the Drill Ground as bright as day.
"Bang!" With the loud sound of the gong, this round of the competition finally began.
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