Behind the square formation, Nangong Aotian was sitting cross-legged, trying hard to adjust his energy.
However, he found that despite all the effort of feeding, there was still no trace of vitality in his body.
But the Dantian area was so hot that it felt like it was going to explode.
"Damn it, I still can't use my true energy!" Nangong Aotian looked frustrated.
At this time, a hand gently patted his shoulder from behind: "Aotian, you look very impatient!"
"Mr. Ye!" Seeing that it was Ye Qingyang, Nangong Aotian said even more anxiously: "Mr. Ye, today's competition will determine the future status of the Nangong family, and it will also determine whether they can get the dragon head jade seal! There are still ten minutes left.
It's time to go on stage, but I can't do anything. Do you think I can take my time?"
"Who said you can't do anything? I'm here to ask you to do things!" Ye Qingyang smiled.
"Ask me to do something? What to do?" Nangong Aotian said in surprise.
"I asked you to compete in martial arts!" Ye Qingyang laughed.
"Ah?" Nangong Aotian was even more confused.
"Stand up!" Ye Qingyang said.
"oh!"
Nangong Aotian stood up with a confused look on his face.
However, at this moment, Ye Qingyang suddenly punched Nangong Aotian in the chest.
Bang!
Nangong Aotian was actually punched away.
"Fuck!"
This scene suddenly attracted the attention of everyone present.
"What's going on?"
"Why is there a fight over there?"
"Holy crap, Ye Qingyang is actually beating Nangong Aotian!"
Here, Ye Qingyang knocked Nangong Aotian away with one punch, but did not stop. He stepped forward again, grabbed Nangong Aotian's arm, and punched Nangong Aotian under the armpit again.
Bang!
Nangong Aotian was beaten so badly that he somersaulted and fell to the lawn.
"Mr. Ye, you..."
puff!
The next second, Nangong Aotian spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Mr. Ye, you...what are you doing?" Nangong Wen's expression changed drastically.
Other members of the Nangong family also stepped forward one after another, trying to stop him.
"Stay back, everyone!"
Ye Qingyang shouted loudly, instantly knocking everyone back.
He continued to step forward, riding on Nangong Aotian's body, and punched Nangong Aotian randomly, like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm.
Crackling!
This scene is very similar to Ip Man's Wing Chun Inch Fist.
The punches hit the flesh, it was too horrible to look at!
Ye Qingyang beat him from head to toe, and finally picked up Nangong Aotian and kicked him hard on his pubic area.
Bang!
Nangong Aotian's body flew backwards. At the highest point, he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "pop" sound and fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.
"Fuck, this..."
Everyone present was not confused.
This Ye Qingyang was helping the Nangong family one second, and the next second, he was fighting with Nangong Aotian?
Looking at this posture, did he beat Nangong Aotian to death?
"Hahaha, there's internal strife!" the Miao family roared with laughter: "This boat of friendship can capsize at any time! Interesting, interesting!"
"Qingyang, what are you doing?"
Sister Nangong really couldn't understand what Ye Qingyang was doing this time.
They quickly stepped forward, picked up Nangong Aotian, and found that Nangong Aotian was not breathing.
"Oops, brother, he..."
The expressions of the two women suddenly changed, their delicate bodies trembled, and extreme sadness suddenly surged into their hearts.
However, the Miao family ignored everything and shouted: "Hey, the competition is about to begin. You can handle your own affairs. Don't delay the progress of the competition. The Nangong family is sending people to fight!"
"Who else is there in the Nangong family now? They are dead, injured, and I see, the only ones left are women! Hahaha!" Miao Cangshan clasped his fists at the director's seat and saluted: "My fellow directors, please don't be fooled by this.
The interlude disturbs the normal rhythm of our conference, please start the competition on time!"
Chen Tiance looked at the time. It was time for the martial arts competition to begin.
He said to Nangong Wen: "The matter between your Nangong family and Ye Qingyang is your private matter. We don't care about it. Now the competition will start soon. Please Nangong family find a warrior to fight as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be regarded as Nangong family's abstention!"
Miao Yunfeng had an unhappy look on his face: "Oh, it's so boring to abstain. My hands are so itchy. I just want to beat up the Nangong family, but they don't give me a chance. It's so disappointing!"
Seeing Miao Yunfeng being so arrogant, the Nangong family was filled with indignation.
"Dad, I will fight in this competition!"
Nangong Aoyu stepped out with one step, looking like a heroine like Hua Mulan.
However, Ye Qingyang stood in front of Nangong Aoyu: "Aoyu, you don't need to take action in this competition!"
"Uh, what do you mean?" Nangong Aoyu looked surprised.
"Look!"
Ye Qingyang pursed his lips behind him.
Everyone also looked over together.
But they saw Nangong Aotian, who was lying quietly on the ground, stood up at some point.
At this time, his sharp edge was revealed, his eyes were shining, his true energy suddenly surged, and a powerful coercion swept across the entire place, exuding an extremely dangerous aura.
"Holy shit, he...he's alive!"
"What's going on?"
"He actually has real energy surging all over his body. He looks so powerful!"
Nangong Aotian came to Ye Qingyang in front of everyone's surprised eyes, cupped his fists and bowed deeply: "Mr. Ye, thank you!"
"You're welcome!" Ye Qingyang smiled slightly.
Nangong Aotian glanced at everyone and said proudly: "Nangong family, I, Nangong Aotian, will fight!"
