The disciple of the Haoqi Sect walked into the center of the martial arts arena and announced his name.
This person is the disciple second only to the first-grade martial artist in the sect, and his overall strength is stronger than Hu Zheng.
This is strong, but not much stronger.
After all, they are both peak martial arts disciples. As long as they do not become martial arts masters, the gap between them is only about two to three thousand kilograms.
"Start!" the referee shouted.
Xin Yongyang rushed over first for the sake of the sect master and the glory of the sect.
The spiritual energy exploded in an all-round way, not only converging on the whole body and protecting several major acupuncture points, but also pouring into both palms.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
In an instant, both palms launched an attack, and spiritual energy roared out, forming palm prints along with a roaring sound.
This is the Tiger's Roaring Dragon's Roaring Palm.
A unique palm technique that reaches the middle and high level in Haoqi Sect.
This technique is divided into tiger roaring palm and dragon roaring palm, which can be used separately, or the dragon and tiger can be used together to form a tiger roaring and dragon roaring momentum!
Xin Yongyang has specialized in this palm technique since he joined the sect.
Combined with the spiritual power of a peak warrior, once it is used, the friction between the air waves formed and the air will produce the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roaring!
"Brush! Brush!"
Palm prints like a dragon on the left and a tiger on the right swept across, like a dragon and a tiger roaring.
The big guys from all over the world praised him repeatedly, and they all agreed that this boy's understanding of palm skills has reached the level of proficiency, and he is worthy of being a top-grade spiritual genius.
Then how should Li Qingyang of the Iron Bone Sect accept the move?
"brush!"
While everyone was thinking about it, Li Qingyang stepped forward and blasted away with concentrated explosive fists. It was obvious that he wanted to compete with the Tiger Roaring Dragon Palm with the most upright confrontation.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The two fists 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. Judging from the situation, they seemed to be evenly matched.
Right!
This is normal competition!
The previous four competitions were not intense at all, and it was in vain that we came all the way to watch the fun!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The two exchanged more than ten moves, and then separated with a tacit understanding, keeping a certain distance.
Li Qingyang looked calm and calm.
Xin Yongyang frowned slightly and relaxed his palms, trying to relieve the numbness caused by the collision just now.
"The disciples of Haoqi Sect have suffered a loss." Wang Donglin said.
Qin Haoran also noticed it, and his face darkened again.
In this competition, my Haoqi Sect will lose again?
Look, I’ve been beaten and lost my confidence, but I still insist on licking my face and continuing to fight, and I still agreed to a million-dollar lottery. Is there something wrong with my brain?
It doesn’t matter if we lose this game!
Li Qingyang, the strongest member of his Iron Bone Sect, has already entered the field. The disciples he will send in the next two games will definitely not be strong. He can win as long as he wins two games!
"brush!"
"brush!"
Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang started fighting again.
The two men did not disappoint the warriors who were watching the excitement. They fought together and the fight was extremely fierce.
This style of painting is normal.
Previously, I was either kicking her with my feet, or the chrysanthemum was broken. It was like hitting a sandbag, and it was one-sided. It was not fun to watch!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound of explosions and roars of tigers and roars of dragons resounded in the martial arts arena. Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang were fighting faster and faster, and the fighting became more intense.
Jun Changxiao crossed his arms and murmured: "Qingyang did not choose to fight quickly. He should want to use this peak martial artist as a sparring partner."
"Bang!"
At this moment, the sound of explosions came.
Li Qingyang gathered more than 20,000 kilograms of power into his fist and struck Xin Yongyang's palm, causing him to stagger back a few steps.
"The disciples of the Haoqi Sect have fallen behind!"
"Competing head-on with Xin Yongyang who uses Tiger Roar and Dragon Roar Palm, this Li Qingyang is really powerful!"
"The victory over the inner disciples of the Shengquan Sect on Lingquan Mountain is definitely not a fluke!"
Everyone admired Li Qingyang endlessly.
Why?
Because the moves are open and aboveboard, the fight is very graceful!
It's not like the disciples of the Iron Skeleton Sect in the first four games, who either kicked their temples with their feet or used obscene moves like chrysanthemums.
Hearing everyone talking about his son, the head of the Li family stood proudly, with pride written all over his face.
Xin Yongyang struggled to stabilize his body, his face looked slightly ugly, and there was pain and numbness in his right palm. It seemed that he had been hit hard.
"brush!"
Li Qingyang stepped forward and concentrated his explosive fist to attack again.
This time, Xin Yongyang was not given any chance to breathe, and he bombarded him frequently. In the end, the opponent was forced to block, retreat, and then... he was kicked out of the martial arts arena.
Iron Bone Sect, win another game!
Not counting the four previously canceled games, that's 5-0.
Li Qingyang won, Jun Chang smiled and was not surprised.
Among the seven inner disciples of the Iron Bone Sect, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei are proficient in body skills and leg strength, Xiao Sinji has tempered his physical body to the extreme, and Lu Qianqian has majestic spiritual power.
Although Li Qingyang does not have very dazzling strengths, he does not have very obvious shortcomings either. It is a comprehensive and balanced development.
What's more, among the inner disciples, he is currently the one with the highest cultivation level, having already broken through to the seventh-level martial arts disciple.
Hu Zheng, the peak martial artist, was beaten to the ground by Xiao Sinji.
It would be strange if the second disciple could not defeat Xin Yongyang, who is also a peak martial arts disciple.
Not to mention Jun Changxiao, even the big guys watching the battle were not surprised at Li Qingyang's victory because his performance was so perfect and flawless.
In the first four games, Su Xiaomo and others won, and it felt like the plot was reversed, and it was natural that Li Qingyang won.
Wang Donglin commented: "This guy is not as bright as the previous disciples, but he is very stable."
"oops."
Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said: "Leader Qin, if our Iron Bone Sect wins the next game, your Haoqi Sect will have to spend ten million taels."
"snort."
Qin Haoran said coldly: "Master Jun, with all the elite disciples of your Iron Bone Sect, can you still compete with my next disciples?"
All the best come out?
Are you looking down on this emperor?
Ye Xingchen, who was behind him, turned down and said in a deep voice: "Master, I will fight in the next game!"
When he came to Haoqimen, he wanted to fight, and even planned to challenge one by one.
"Um."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Come on."
"Click, click!"
Ye Xingchen clenched his fists, shook his head as if he was not afraid of breaking his neck, and walked out, his eyes flashing coldly.
Qin Haoran said calmly: "Pei Jun, go ahead, remember you will win."
"yes."
A direct disciple named Pei Jun came out, filled with strong spiritual power. He was obviously the strongest disciple of the Haoqi Sect.
"Alliance Leader Qin finally sent this martial artist-level disciple."
"That disciple of the Iron Bone Sect is at the level of a fifth- or sixth-grade warrior at first glance. There is no hope of winning."
"In my opinion, Master Jun's plan is to let strong disciples take the lead, and then use such disciples as cannon fodder."
cannon fodder?
The night stars are filled with rage.
If this emperor still has the cultivation in his previous life, he will crush all of you lowly ants to death in the palm of his hand, causing their souls to fly away, and they will never be reincarnated!
He is indeed the Night Emperor, his thoughts are too scary!
"tread."
Pei Jun walked to the central area first, cupped his hands and said: "Hao Qi Gate, Pei Jun."
Ye Xingchen said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense, let's get started."
"Tsk, tsk, this cannon fodder is quite cool."
"Don't he know that Pei Jun is the most powerful disciple in the Haoqi Sect?"
"Using the weakest to consume the strongest is worth it even if you lose."
Every word that everyone discussed was clearly heard in Ye Xingchen's ears, and the anger roared out of his body, instantly filling his eyes, as if two balls of flame were rising.
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 calling, I can't wait any longer!"
This little temper...
"Start!" the referee shouted.
As soon as the voice fell, Pei Jun rushed over, reached back with his hands, spiritual energy gathered in his palms, and was about to...
"brush!"
Ye Xingchen suddenly appeared on the left and said coldly: "Boy, you are too slow."