"Yi'er..." Yang Zongming immediately rushed down from the seat, helped Yang Yi up, and said angrily at Ye Chen: "You dare to hurt my son!"
"It was Yang Yi who came to me for a fight. There was no eye on the ring, and injuries were inevitable. If I were not Yang Yi's opponent, it was me who was injured. Do you think Yang Yi would be merciful to my men and wouldn't hurt me?" Ye Chen sneered.
"A humble person from a small town, even if he becomes one of the five major families in Longcheng, he still can't change his rusticity!" Yang Zongming said coldly.
Ye Chen's face sank, "We are humble people? Do you think you are on the top? But, the facts are in front of you, Yang Yi and Yang Guang can't even catch my punch, so what face do you have here screaming."
"You're looking for death!" Yang Zongming was furious, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he wanted to attack Ye Chen.
"Yang Zongming, are you bullying me like the Ye family?" Ye Fen rushed out of the seat at this time, angrily enveloped.
"It's ridiculous, doesn't your Ye family have magical tools and spells? If you don't, what qualifications do you have to sit here!" Yang Zongming said with cold eyes and disdain.
"You are ridiculous. Possessing magical instruments means the strength of my Ye Family. According to your logic, are the major sects of the Zhao Kingdom inferior to your Yang Family? Your Yang Family is the oldest!"
"Now in the arena competition, injuries are unavoidable. Ye Chen has been merciful to me. As an elder, you stand up at this time. Do you still have a bit of elder tolerance? This is what you call pride? Today’s competition is a younger generation. In the contest between you, an elder, do you still need a face? Have you put the Lord of the City in your eyes?"
Ye Chen's words echoed in the ring, and Yang Zongming's face was flushed and his face was extremely ugly.
"Patriarch Yang, today is a contest between juniors, it is indeed not appropriate to participate as an elder." Long Yan's voice was lightly cold.
Yang Zongming is not a fool. Long Yan has already spoken. If he is still reluctant, then he is having trouble with Long Yan. How could Long Yan tolerate him.
"You wait, don't think you can be safe in Dragon City." Yang Zongming dropped a word and returned to his seat with Yang Yi.
"I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Ye Fen snorted coldly.
Yang Yi's strength among the younger generations of the other four major families was only below that of Xia Qiu, the son of the Xia family. Now that Yang Yi was easily defeated, how could the others be Ye Chen's opponents.
Ye Chen glanced around at the other people present. For him, no one else had any meaning to fight. Only Xia Qiu had the qualifications to fight him.
"Xia Qiu, can you dare to fight?" Ye Chen stared at Xia Qiu.
"Why don't you dare!" Xia Qiu walked out, a chill radiating from all over his body.
Before Xia Qiu hadn't paid attention to Ye Chen at all, now that Ye Chen easily defeated Yang Yi, he could already face him squarely.
"Yang Yi is just a trash in my eyes. What's even more ridiculous is that he didn't use spiritual power. This is extremely stupid." Xia Qiu said coldly.
Yang Zongming's face was extremely cold, his fists clenched tightly, but he was afraid of the Xia family, and he could only endure it.
"Yang Zongming, you don't let any fart now. He is scolding your son for trash." Ye Chen sneered.
Yang Zongming's face is so ugly and ugly, Yang Ye, the elder of the Yang family, said coldly: "Little baby, do you have to provoke my Yang family?"
"Is I provoking you or are you provoking my Ye family? Don't come if you can't afford to lose your Yang family!" Ye Chen said with a grimace.
Yang Ye's old face was extremely ugly. As the old patriarch of the Yang family, it was a great shame that he was reprimanded by a junior.
"Young people had better not be so crazy, otherwise, it would be easy to lose sight of the sun the next day." Yang Yeyin said coldly.
"I'm still young, and I will definitely see more sun than you, but you, now I live one day and one day less, cherish the current sun, maybe I wake up the next day and I won't see it again." Ye Chen Retorted mercilessly.
Yang Ye pulled out the corner of his mouth, his face was ugly.
"Then wait and see." Yang Ye snorted coldly and stopped talking.
"Are you finished?" Xia Qiu said coldly.
Yang Ye's face was even more ugly. Before he could speak, Ye Chen smiled and said, "An old man who may not see the sun anytime, why bother with him, let's start."
The corners of Yang Ye's mouth twitched a few times, extremely cold.
"Aren't you using spiritual power?" Xia Qiu said coldly.
"To deal with you, why use spiritual power." Ye Chen looked at Xia Qiu confidently.
"You are crazy, but you will pay for your madness. I am not Yang Yi's trash!" Xia Qiu's face fell gloomy, and there was a sense of confidence in his words.
"Is it a waste? It's useless to say it with your mouth." Ye Chen sneered, and squeezed both fists, just like a fierce beast, bursting out with a powerful aura.
"Without spiritual power, there is such a momentum. The Ye Family kid is really amazing. If you give him time, it will definitely be terrifying in the future and must be strangled." At this moment, Xia Gu, the old man of the Xia family, flashed a sharp look in his eyes.
"Kill!" Xia Qiu's spiritual power surged out, and a short sword slammed out, slashing over with a fierce force.
Ye Chen felt the strength of Xia Qiu, indeed much stronger than Yang Yi, but still couldn't threaten him.
At present, under the circumstance that spiritual power is not applied, as long as the seven levels of Qi cultivation realm do not appear, Ye Chen is completely fearless.
Originally, Ye Chen's realm should have been raised to the sixth level of Qi training realm, but he was suppressed by himself.
Bang!
Ye Chen was still very domineering, colliding with Xia Qiu's dagger with his bare hands, a dazzling blood stain appeared on his fist, and Xia Qiu's dagger was shocked back.
Ye Chen ignored the injury on his fist and roared, his fist blasted out again, fiercely fierce.
Xia Qiu let out a cold cry, and even more powerful spiritual power gushed out, and the short sword turned into a white light and whizzed out. At the same time, Xia Qiu turned the spiritual power into a sword aura, with great power.
Xia Qiu is very skilled in the use of spiritual power, and can be regarded as a genius.
Ye Chen's double fists collided with the short sword, and at the same time, he quickly closed his fists and blasted out again, colliding with that spiritual sword aura.
Ye Chen's body was shaken back, a scar appeared on his body, and his robe was stained with blood.
"If you don't use spiritual power in front of me, you have no chance of winning. This is the difference between me and Yang Yi." Xia Qiu said coldly.
"It's just that, it's ridiculous that you are so proud of just a little skin trauma." Ye Chen sneered.
Xia Qiu's gaze condensed. Indeed, his powerful blow just now only left a skin trauma on Ye Chen's body without hurting the bone marrow. This was his failure.