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Lu Meng lost, and he lost miserably. A quarter of an hour ago, he scared away Yan Zhu and shocked all the young people. He was very successful. But now, he has become a useless person.
The whole place was silent, and everyone's eyes widened, as if they had seen a ghost in the daytime. Although Yan Ting's appearance had already given them enough shock, it was only now that they saw Lu Meng's miserable appearance that they truly realized that this was nothing.
How ridiculously powerful is this young man whom I have met several times?
After kicking Lu Meng away, Yan Ting turned around, looked at Meng Yuan from a distance of dozens of feet, and asked loudly: "Meng Yuan, I want to ask you..."
He called the city lord by his first name, which made everyone sweat in their hearts. Being called by his name by a young man in public in a questioning tone, Meng Yuan lost half of his face.
Meng Yuan's eyes turned cold, but she did not speak.
"People from the Imperial College came to Akabane City to show off their power, hurting people and killing people. As the Lord of Akabane City, you not only did not stop it, but also indulged it wantonly. What do you think you, the Lord of the City, are?" Yan Ting said the last few words in a particularly special way.
It was so heavy and so clear that no one in the entire martial arts arena could not hear it.
"He is..." Wang Qianhe frowned. Is it possible that he really plans to start a war today?
Yan Ting's words did not make Mengyuan angry. He had been the city lord for so many years, and if he got angry because of a young man's words, wouldn't it appear that he was too incompetent? How could he have endured the Yan family for so long, how could he be broken because of a young man?
Defend.
"How dare you do such a heavy-handed thing, you bastard." Before Meng Yuan could speak, the young man who had swept across the martial arts stage gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.
Yan Ting smiled coldly: "Heavy hand? You are a bunch of trash. It doesn't matter if you are heavy handed or light handed. If I hit you, you will end up like a pig or a dog. If you don't accept it, come down."
The young man's fists were clenched and his face was gloomy. Qiu Yin stood up and asked indifferently: "Who are you? You are so unruly here that you don't even look down on the city lord?"
"City Lord? Humph, as the Lord of a city, he allows people from other cities to be arrogant and do whatever they want in Red Feather City. What's the use of such a City Lord?" Yan Ting mocked without any scruples, and Meng Yuan's expression changed slightly.
, but still did not speak, he wanted to see what this young man was going to do.
"Shuzi is arrogant." Meng Zhang stood up, pointed at Yan Ting and said angrily: "You despise the city lord's palace and violate the rules of the competition. I will capture you and execute you."
As soon as he finished speaking, two teams of guards immediately stood up in the martial arts arena and surrounded Yan Ting.
"Wait a minute."
A calm voice sounded, Yan Ting's eyes squinted, and Meng Yuan had a faint smile on his face, looking harmless to humans and animals.
"Are you Yan Ting?" Meng Yuan asked such a question.
The corner of Yan Ting's lips curled up, but instead of answering his question, he changed the subject and said: "Meng Yuan, I think today's competition in Akabane City won't be of much significance. You have the help of these people from the Imperial Academy, I'm afraid it will
Just be prepared that no one from our Yan clan can advance to the next round of the competition."
"What do you think?" Mengyuan smiled, noncommittal.
"I don't think this is interesting. How about we change the game today?" Yan Ting asked indifferently.
Meng Yuan frowned slightly, but Meng Zhang spoke before him: "Who are you? If you want to change, you can change. Do you want to rebel?"
"Rebellion? Haha, Meng Zhang, if you point at your father and say rebellion, I'm afraid it's against the rules."
The inexplicable words made everyone confused, but Meng Zhang understood the meaning. It was the biggest shame in his life and the last thing he wanted to face, but Yan Ting insisted on mentioning it!
"You bastard." Meng Zhang gritted his teeth, every word filled with hatred. If Meng Yuan hadn't stopped him, he would have torn Yan Ting alive today.
Mengyuan put his hands on the stone table, glanced at Meng Zhang, and sighed lightly in his heart. After so long, Meng Zhang still has not come out of that incident. He was angered by Yan Ting's few words. It seemed that he had experienced
It’s still not enough, how can it be a big deal?
"Tell me what you think." Surprisingly, Meng Yuan did not arrest Yan Ting directly or expel him on the spot, but asked him what he thought. This made all the family heads present suspicious and confused for a moment.
Did Yuan suddenly have a brain convulsion?
To say that the person who hates and hates the Yan people the most is undoubtedly Meng Yuan, who hopes the Yan people the most
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Meng Yuan was also the one who had put in the effort to destroy him. Now the young head of the Yan clan was standing on the martial arts stage and scolding him from a distance. It was fine that he didn't get angry. He actually talked to Yan Ting like he had been friends for years. It was really embarrassing.
It's incredible.
Yan Ting shook his hand and slapped Lu Meng on the face just now. His hand was still red now.
"A few days ago, people from the Imperial Academy came to provoke our Yan clan. Fourteen of my Yan clan's disciples argued with them, but were severely injured. I want to pay for this..." Yan Ting paused.
He looked at Qiu Yin and the others with cold eyes, and continued: "How about this, there are six of them, and eight more Tianyuan realm people from your city lord's mansion, and fourteen of them come together, if you can defeat me, my life will be
Take it!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Is Yan Ting gambling on his life?
Meng Yuan's face remained calm. He glanced at the Yan clan. The two elders were sitting calmly, and even their expressions did not change. This shows how confident they are in Yan Ting.
Where did this confidence come from? Yan Ting's own combat power? Or there was an ambush a long time ago. Once Yan Ting was defeated, the Yan tribe would raise an army to rebel and fight against his city lord's mansion to the death.
Comparing the two, he prefers the former. If this is the case, if even the geniuses from these six imperial academies can't defeat Yan Ting, then what's the use of his city lord's palace sending eighteen Tianyuan realms?
Qiu Yin's eyes sank, and he sneered with great contempt: "Do you think you are worthy?"
"Huh?" Yan Ting looked at him.
"Don't think that just because you defeated Lu Meng, you think you are great. What dirty tricks did you use to sneak attack? Do you think you can hide it from the enemy? Fourteen people can deal with you alone. Do you have the qualifications?"
Just when Yan Ting defeated Lu Meng, it was Lu Meng who fell from the sky, stirring up flying dust and affecting their sight. He concluded that Yan Ting used something at that moment to make Lu Meng lose his fighting ability, thus destroying him.
A sixth-level Tianyuan could easily withstand a full blow from an eighth-level Tianyuan Lu Meng. This was something he couldn't understand, and it was also something he couldn't accept.
"Oh?" Yan Ting grinned slightly: "Then what do you think is the right way to fight?"
Qiu Yin took a step forward and landed steadily on the martial arts stage. The five people around him jumped out together, while Meng Yuan remained motionless. How deep is the water for these geniuses of the Imperial Academy? He hasn't tried it yet? What if the combat power is
It's not bad. After he breaks through the Yuandao realm, he can find a way to send Meng Zhang in.
Also, these people, relying on being the genius of the Imperial Academy, run rampant in Akabane City and never ask him, the city lord, when doing things. Do they really think that he is a soft persimmon who can be manipulated at will? It's not that they don't want to report it, the time has not come yet, and they will wait until they are used.
Once you have eliminated the Yan tribe, I will send you to be buried with them one by one.
Looking at Lu Meng's miserable appearance under the martial arts stage, Qiu Yin's face became extremely gloomy, but he endured not to explode. After returning, he had to spend a lot of time explaining, which undoubtedly gave him a headache.
"You defeated Lu Meng in a sneak attack with a dirty trick, and then beat him like this with a deadly blow. It's unforgivable. I want to see what other vicious methods you have. There are six of us. You can pick one of them at random.
In a head-on confrontation, if you can win, this matter will be over. If you lose..."
"Save your life." Yan Ting finished on his behalf: "Then I win, what should you do?"
Qiu Yin's expression looked unnatural for a moment.
"Win, do you think you really have the ability to win?" The young man who swept the martial arts stage sneered.
"If I win, each of you will leave an arm." A cold voice came out of Yan Ting's mouth, and the expressions of the six Imperial College geniuses changed at the same time.
At this moment, Qiu Yin was a little uneasy. He might have used tricks to defeat Lu Meng. Could it be that he also used tricks to resist his kick? In any case, this young man must have some strength, but how could they lose?
?
"Looking for death." The young man frowned. This was the first time he had seen such an arrogant person. Which of the six of them was not above him in cultivation? Which one was not more noble than him?
This person first threatened to challenge fourteen people, and now he asked them to leave their arms after their defeat and give them to you. Do you dare to take them?
"You talk so much, let's start with you first. For the sake of fairness, I will give you three moves. If you can hurt me with three moves, I will kill myself." Yan Ting pointed at the young man and said directly.
The young man's eyes were dull, as if he had heard the funniest joke, and he pointed again
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He seemed to be confirming his choice with Yan Ting.
"If your ears are not good, is your brain also sick? I mean, get over here." Yan Ting roared angrily.
Being insulted in public, the young man's negative emotions were completely released at this moment, and the anger in his heart turned into ruthless murderous intent. Wind blew under his feet, and he was in the sky above Yan Ting in an instant. His speed was not even slower than that of Lu Meng.
In terms of strength, he may be slightly inferior to Lu Meng, but compared to speed, he is definitely not weaker than Lu Meng as he practices the wind element technique, and may even be faintly superior to him.
"Go to hell." After Yinghen roared, dozens of wind blades fell at the same time, blocking the space of several feet around Yan Ting, and the young man's palm was covered with a layer of storm, turning into a huge wind blade.
Cut it down hard.
Yan Ting remained calm. He raised his head and saw dozens of wind blades facing him. He could not avoid them. He pushed out with his left hand, and his vitality blasted out. It was like an invisible barrier rising into the sky, annihilating all the falling wind blades. The next moment, he
He raised the palm of his right hand and gently grasped the wind blade in the young man's hand.
In an instant, Yan Ting's robe was swept up by the strong storm and torn into countless pieces in an instant. Both sleeves were completely missing. However, there was no trace of the arms under the sleeves, or even the palm facing the wind blade.
bloodstains.
The young man's eyes were startled, his body suddenly moved and he was thrown out.
"Why, you talk so much, but your strength is so little? There are two more tricks. Don't you be like that guy named Lu Meng, who is neither good nor useful?"
The words full of ridicule and contempt made the young man furious in an instant. He forgot about the attack that Yan Ting had just blocked easily, and rushed up again, with an angry fist wrapped in a powerful momentum and shot through the air.
This punch was a blow that he put all his strength into. There was no way Yan Ting could block it!
Yan Ting smiled coldly, raised his right fist and rushed forward. A dark blood flowed from the center of the fist, colliding with the majestic punch.
The two fists collided, the vitality roared, and a very strong wave of energy spread from the middle of the two to both sides. Yan Ting's long hair was flying straight, but the soles of his feet did not move half an inch.
The young man's head was thrown back, and his arm fell limply to the ground, making it extremely difficult to even lift it up.
This blow made the five people on the martial arts stage tremble with fear.
This blow shocked more than 600 people of the Yan tribe.
This blow made all the families in the martial arts arena stare with bated breath.
This blow made City Lord Mengyuan smell a threat.
One side strikes with full strength without reservation, while the other side raises his hand and punches lightly, making a decisive decision!
"You have one more chance." There was no ridicule, no sarcasm, just a cold verdict like a judge.
The young man gritted his teeth and turned around, sitting on the ground. His right arm was numb, as if the meridians in one arm were broken, but the severe pain told him that there was still feeling in this arm. He spat out a blood arrow, and there was no feeling under his feet.
He was so steady that he almost fell down. In his eyes, there was finally the fear and panic that should not have appeared, as well as the most deadly fear.
He was afraid. He shouldn't have provoked Yan Ting. That punch broke more than 90% of the meridians in his right arm.
He didn't dare to go up again, so he began to move his body back, slowly approaching the edge of the martial arts stage. But Yan Ting did not intend to let him go, and walked towards him slowly.
"When you injured my son of the Yan tribe, did you ever think that you would end up like this?" It seemed like a question, like a trial. Yan Ting's cold eyes and face became the last thing that broke the camel's back in the young man's heart.
straw.
He screamed strangely, endured the pain in his right arm, stood up, turned around and ran. But he had only taken two steps when Yan Ting, who was supposed to be behind him, appeared in front of him and slapped him on the left side of his face with his backhand.
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"puff!"
Blood mixed with broken teeth spurted out, and the young man fell to the ground, with his almost crippled arm also paralyzed on the ground.
Yan Ting had no expression on his face, walked up to the young man, stepped on his right arm, looked at him coldly, and uttered words comparable to the words of a devil in hell: "You lose!"
With a sudden step, the young man's arm was separated from the elbow.