"Haoqimen, Xin Yongyang."
The Haoqi Sect disciple who walked up to the center of the Martial Arts Field reported his name.
This person is a disciple second only to a first-rank martial artist in the sect, and he is also stronger than Hu Zheng in terms of overall strength.
This is strong, but not much stronger.
After all, they are both peak warriors, as long as they don't step into martial arts, the gap between the two is nothing more than two or three thousand catties.
"Go!" shouted the referee.
For the sake of the sect master and the glory of the sect, Xin Yongyang rushed over first.
The spiritual energy erupted in an all-round way, not only gathering in the whole body, protecting several main acupuncture points, but also pouring into the palms.
"Shut up!"
In an instant, the two palms launched an attack, and the spiritual energy whizzed out, forming palm prints, accompanied by the sound of whistling.
This is Tiger Roaring Dragon Chanting Palm.
A unique palm technique that has reached a middle-level high-level in Haoqimen.
This skill is divided into Tiger Roaring Palm and Dragon Chanting Palm, which can be disassembled and used separately, or can be used together by dragons and tigers to form the momentum of Tiger Roaring and Dragon Chanting!
Since joining the sect, Xin Yongyang has been majoring in this palm technique.
Cooperating with the peak warrior's psionic energy, once it is cast, the air waves formed will rub against the air, producing the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roaring!
"Swipe! Brush!"
The palm prints like dragons and tigers on the left and right swept over, like a dragon and a tiger roaring.
It attracted praises from all the bigwigs, and they all agreed that this son's comprehension of palm techniques has reached the level of perfection, and he is worthy of being a genius with a top-grade spiritual root.
How should Li Qingyang of the iron-boned faction respond
"brush!"
While everyone was thinking about it, Li Qingyang stepped forward and condensed his explosive punches to blast him, obviously wanting to use the most upright confrontation to compete with the roaring tiger and the clattering palm of the dragon.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The fists and palms of the two collided, and energy fluctuations filled the air, forming circles of ripples.
In a few seconds, Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang exchanged more than ten moves, and it seemed that they were evenly matched from the situation.
Yeah!
This is normal sparring!
The previous four sparring matches were not intense at all, it wasted us traveling all the way to watch the excitement!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The two exchanged more than ten strokes, and then parted tacitly, keeping a certain distance.
Li Qingyang looked calm and calm.
Xin Yongyang frowned slightly, and loosened his palms, trying to relieve the numbness caused by the collision just now.
"The disciples of the Haoqi Sect have suffered a disadvantage." Wang Donglin said.
Qin Haoran also noticed it, and his face became gloomy again.
In this duel, am I going to lose again
Look, I have lost my confidence after being beaten, and I still insist on licking my face and continuing to fight, and I still agree to a million taels of money, is there something wrong with my brain
It doesn't matter if you lose this game!
Li Qingyang, the strongest member of his iron-boned sect, has already entered the field. The disciples he will send in the next two rounds are definitely not strong. As long as he wins two rounds, he can still win!
"brush!"
"brush!"
Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang fought again.
The two did not disappoint the warriors who watched the excitement, they fought together, and the fight was extremely fierce.
This style of painting is normal.
Before, it was either kicked with feet, or the chrysanthemum was broken, and it was like hitting a sandbag, showing a one-sided trend. What fun is there to watch!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sound of explosions and the roar of tigers and dragons resounded in the martial arts arena. Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang were also fighting faster and more intensely.
Jun Changxiao clasped his hands, and murmured: "Qingyang didn't choose to fight quickly, he should want to use this peak warrior as a training partner."
"Boom!"
At this moment, the sound of explosions came.
Li Qingyang's fist, which gathered more than 20,000 jin of strength, hit Xin Yongyang's palm, causing him to stagger back a few steps.
"The disciples of the Haoqi Sect have fallen!"
"Confronting Xin Yongyang, who is performing Tiger Roaring Dragon Crying Palm head-on, this Li Qingyang is really formidable!"
"On Lingquan Mountain, defeating the inner disciples of the Holy Spring Sect is by no means a fluke!"
Everyone praised Li Qingyang.
Why
Because the moves are open and aboveboard, and the fight is very graceful!
Unlike the iron-bone disciples in the first four games, they either kicked their temples with their feet, or used obscene moves like chrysanthemum stumps.
Hearing everyone talking about his son, Patriarch Li proudly raised his chest, his face full of pride.
Xin Yongyang struggled to stabilize his body, his face was a little ugly, and there was pain and numbness in his right palm, and it seemed that he had been hit hard.
"brush!"
Li Qingyang stepped forward, condensing the Explosive Fist and launched another attack.
This time, without giving Xin Yongyang any chance to breathe, he frequently bombarded the opponent, and in the end he could only block and retreat, and then... was beaten into the martial arts arena.
Iron Pie, win another round!
Not counting the previously voided four games, it was five to zero.
Li Qingyang won, Jun Changxiao was not surprised.
Among the seven inner disciples of the Iron Bone Sect, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei are proficient in body skills and footwork, Xiao Zuiji has tempered his body to the extreme, and Lu Qianqian has great spiritual power.
Although Li Qingyang does not have very dazzling strengths, he does not have very obvious shortcomings, which belongs to a comprehensive and balanced development.
What's more, among the disciples of the inner sect, he is currently the one with the highest cultivation level, having broken through to rank seven martial disciple.
Hu Zheng, the peak warrior, was knocked unconscious by Xiao Zuiji.
It would be strange if the second disciple couldn't take down Xin Yongyang, who was also a peak martial artist.
Not to mention Jun Changxiao, even the big players watching the battle were not surprised by Li Qingyang's victory, because his performance was too perfect and impeccable.
Su Xiaomo and others won the first four games, there was a feeling that the plot was reversed, and Li Qingyang's victory was taken for granted.
Wang Donglin commented: "This son is not as bright as the previous disciples, but he is very stable."
"oops."
Jun Chang smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Leader Qin, if my iron-bone faction wins again in the next match, you will have to spend 10 million taels."
"snort."
Qin Haoran said coldly: "Master Jun, you have all the elite disciples of the Iron Bones faction, can you still compete with my next disciples?"
All the best
Is this underestimating the emperor
Ye Xingchen's complexion fell from behind, and he said in a deep voice, "Sect Leader, I will fight in the next match!"
When he came to Haoqi Gate, he wanted to fight, and even planned to challenge them one by one.
"Um."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Let's play."
"Crack, click!"
Ye Xingchen clenched his fists, and walked out shaking his head as if his neck would be broken, his eyes flickering coldly.
Qin Haoran said lightly: "Pei Jun, go ahead, remember to win."
"yes."
The personal disciple named Pei Jun came out, with strong spiritual energy all over his body, obviously he was the strongest disciple of Haoqi Sect.
"Master Qin has finally sent this martial artist-level personal disciple."
"That Iron Bone Sect disciple, at first glance, is at the level of a fifth or sixth rank martial artist, and has no hope of winning at all."
"In my opinion, the plan of the head of the king is to let the strong disciples take the lead, and then let such disciples be cannon fodder."
cannon fodder
Ye Xingchen was furious.
If this emperor still has the previous cultivation, he will crush all of you lowly ants to death in the palm of his hand, let his soul fly away, and he will never be reborn forever!
As expected of Ye Di, the idea is too scary!
"tread."
Pei Jun walked to the central area first, cupped his hands and said, "Haoqimen, Pei Jun."
Ye Xingchen said lightly, "Stop talking nonsense, let's get started."
"Tsk tsk, this cannon fodder is quite attractive."
"Don't he know that Pei Jun is the most powerful direct disciple in Haoqi Sect?"
"Using the weakest to consume the strongest, even if you lose, it's worth it."
Every word that everyone discussed was clearly heard in Ye Xingchen's ears, and the anger roared out of his body, filling his eyes in an instant, as if two balls of flames rose up.
Pei Jun was secretly surprised: "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!"
This little tantrum...
"Go!" shouted the referee.
As soon as the voice fell, Pei Jun rushed over, stretched his hands back, the spiritual energy gathered in his palms, and was about to...
"brush!"
Ye Xingchen suddenly appeared on the left, and said coldly, "Boy, your speed is too slow."
"Boom—"