Cultivator In Martial God World

In a corner of the school, Yang Hangwu is talking to a young man.

The young man was about twenty-five and sixty years old, wearing azure attire, his face was thin, his eyes gloomy, and a cold light flashed from time to time.

"Cheng'er, then Yang Xuan can wound your younger brother Yang Gong in an instant, and his strength is at least 8-Layer. You absolutely cannot underestimate the enemy." Yang Hangwu said solemnly.

A cruel look flashed in the young man’s eyes, and said: "That Yang Xuan is nothing but a waste, but in just a few months, how can he reach the inner strength 8-Layer? The younger brother is usually arrogant. I don’t have much actual combat experience. It must be a moment of underestimation of the enemy, so I took advantage of that Yang Xuan."

Yang Hangwu nodded and said: "A few days ago, Yang Xuan was just the strength of the 7 Layer of Inner Strength, short In a short time, it is absolutely impossible to become an internal strength 8-Layer. The hateful thing is that Yang Xuan doesn't know what it did. Your younger brother is now talking about him, and even the idea of ​​revenge is not aroused!"

"hmph, I don't care what he can do. In short, this time I must call him a debt of blood must be paid in blood!" The young man said bitterly.

This azure man, who is Yang Gong’s big brother, Yang Cheng, has normally been away from home. After returning this time, he learned that his younger brother was injured by Yang Xuan, although he was treated in time , One leg is finally saved, but this hatred can't be dispelled.

Yang Hangwu patted Yang Cheng on the shoulder, and when people were not paying attention, he stuffed something into Yang Cheng’s hand, lowered his voice and said, "I took it out of the family treasure house. You wear it. On the body, just in case!"

Yang Cheng looked down, but he was taken aback. He didn't expect grandfather to take such a thing out of the family treasury and give it to him. You have to know , This is one of the most precious things in the treasure house.

Yang Cheng calmly nodded, put the thing away, and said: "Don't worry, grandfather, I must avenge the younger brother!"

Yang Hangwu said nothing, Just nodded, he turned and left.

"Yang Xuan?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Cheng's mouth, "I will make life worse than death!"

At midday, as the twelve huge bells rang, Yang Qingshan and a group of Elders appeared on the wooden platform that had been built and covered with a red carpet.

At this moment, everyone on the school field quieted down, all staring at the rostrum.

There is no other decoration on the wooden table, just lined up with nine pearwood chairs. Yang Qingshan and a group of Elders took their seats.

At this moment, Chief Manager Yang Yao stepped forward with a serious face and shouted loudly: "Yang Clan Clan Association, officially started!"

As soon as the voice fell, the ceremony and music rang, The long-arranged Yang Clan dísciple shouted in unison: "Improve my clan name and vigorously win my clan!" The voice broke through the sky, and the trees around the quake-stricken school field shivered, and the momentum was no different for a time.

The annual clan meeting finally kicked off.

Yang Xuan was still interested at first, but after a short while, he became drowsy.

The clan club of Yang Family is no different from the annual meeting of some companies in the previous life.

It is nothing more than summarizing the present, looking forward to the future, and by the way reward some clansman who have contributed, and then announce some personnel appointments and dismissals.

After a long ceremony, the highlight finally came.

After Yang Qingshan's brief speech, the high-profile family competition finally kicked off.

Only the third generation disciple is allowed to participate in the family competition, and the opponent is determined by lottery.

At the same time, in order to avoid casualties and the loss of the elite of the family, it is forbidden to hit the dead in the competition, but to stop.

After the draw was over, only a few moments later, someone posted the match list.

Yang Xuan is participating in a family competition for the first time, so it is not clear about the rules.

Looking up at this time, his name is impressively ranked on the thirteenth, and his opponent turned out to be an old acquaintance-Yang Jiaqiang.

Yang Xuan was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would meet Yang Jiaqiang first.

What he didn't know was that when the match table came out, when Yang Jiaqiang saw his name lined up with Yang Xuan, his face turned white.

On that day, Yang Xuan almost killed Yang Gong of Inner Strength 7 Layer. He witnessed it with his own eyes. Now, how can he have the courage to compete with Yang Xuan on the same stage?

"The competition begins!" As Chief Manager Yang Yao is shouting loudly, in the wide school grounds, the family competition begins at the same time on several competition arenas that have been set up a long time ago.

Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaqiang were assigned to the fourth ring. Yang Xuan looked at Yang Jiaqiang, who was facing pale, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

Yang Jiaqiang was playing the drums in his heart at this time. He knew in his heart that with the cultivation base of the sixth layer of his inner strength, even though he was considered a top-ranked character in the third generation disciple, it was compared with Yang Xuan. Get up, but worlds apart.

You should know that on that day, Yang Gong was the cultivation base of Inner Strength 7 Layer, but was almost killed by Yang Xuan. The difference in strength cannot be calculated.

Although he really wants to surrender directly, he knows that if he surrenders directly today, he will never be able to look up in Yang Family in the future.

After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly clenched the teeth, and his heart is free. Anyway, there are rules in the family martial arts competition, not to kill him. It is expected that Yang Xuan will wound him at most, but will not kill him.

However, if he knows that Yang Xuan is participating in such a competition for the first time, he does not know this rule, and he does not know how he feels about it.

At this time, there were already a lot of people in front of the fourth ring. Many people wanted to see why Yang Xuan, a freak who could not be cultivation, suddenly became 7 Layer of Inner Strength. , Even many second-generation dísciple and clan elder have set their sights on here.

Yang Jiaqiang gritted his teeth secretly, and suddenly loudly shouted: "Yang Xuan, come on!"

The loud voice shocked many unprepared people.

In fact, Yang Jiaqiang's shouting is also purposeful. He wants to attract the attention of others so that Yang Xuan does not dare to kill him suddenly.

In this way, he will lose face in full view, but compared to being killed by Yang Xuan, it is easier to lose face.

He was really shocked by Yang Xuan's performance that day.

As Yang Jiaqiang shouting loudly, he took the lead in launching an attack.

I saw him stomping his foot fiercely, and the whole person leaped high, from top to bottom, and threw a punch at Yang Xuan.

This fist Yang Jiaqiang has completed the Ten Times Cultivation Power. It is fierce and unusual, and no one arrives. The punches stir the air above the ring, which has already assaults the senses.

"Okay!" Under the ring, many people saw the power of this fist and applauded.

"Yang Jiaqiang this fist is like a tiger, and the strength of the whole body echoes from a distance, winning the essence of Tiger Roar Fist, it is really powerful!" The next person in the ring commented.

"With the cultivation base of the sixth layer of Yang Jiaqiang's inner strength, this fist is really rare!"

"But I don’t know how Yang Xuan should deal with it? "

For a while, many people are thinking about how to deal with if they replace themselves with Yang Xuan.

While thinking like this, suddenly a huge gasping voice sounded, and there was a deathly silence under the fourth ring. Everyone's eyes widened and their eyes stared blankly. Above the ring.

Those second-generation dísciples who watched the battle were also shocked, looking at the scene on the ring in disbelief, and even some Elder who watched the battle in secret, their eyes were sharp.

On the ring, the picture seemed to freeze, Yang Xuan right hand raised high, tightly pinching Yang Jiaqiang’s neck, and Yang Jiaqiang's body was sagging weakly, staring at Yang Xuan blankly. It seemed that I couldn't believe what I saw before me.

What is going on here?

Around the ring, countless people sucked in a cold breath fiercely. None of them knew what happened at that moment.

However, one person knows that it is Yang Jiaqiang.

When Yang Jiaqiang ran his whole body and blasted towards Yang Xuan, he thought that Yang Xuan might avoid him, and then knock him off the stage with one move; or instead of avoiding it, he would fight with him. He banged, and then he blood spout from mouth and was shot out.

Yes, Yang Jiayou did not expect to be able to pass a trick under Yang Xuan's hands. The horror of Yang Xuan has been deeply imprinted in his heart, even in his depth of one's soul, portraying a silhouette of Supreme, always making him vigilant and fearful.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he was about to hit Yang Xuan with a full punch, he suddenly saw Yang Xuan's mouth with a smile.

At that moment, like slow motion, he clearly saw the smile at the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth, clearly saw Yang Xuan slowly raised his hand, and gently pinched it towards his throat.

He can't escape, he can't escape at all.

When Yang Xuan raised his hand, he seemed to feel a hot force surrounding Yang Xuan’s hand, and immediately afterwards, his internal energy seemed to have been burned by this force and disappeared instantly. Then he watched Yang Xuan's hand lightly squeezed his throat.

Yang Jiaqiang felt that Yang Xuan’s hand holding his neck was like a hot red soldering iron. He couldn’t help convulsing when it was so hot. Moreover, he seemed to smell a smell of barbecue. fragrance. For a moment, the courage that finally plucked up disappeared without a trace, and huge fear swept over him.

"Don't, don't kill...me!"

Yang Jiaqiang's eyes were full of fear and prayer. At this moment, he finally deeply understood Yang Gong's feelings that day.

Yang Xuan's eyes shot a bright light, which pierced deeply into Yang Jiaqiang's eyes. From it, he saw prayer, fear, not knowing what to do, awe, and-acknowledge allegiance!

Yang Xuan suddenly wanted to laugh, he had no reason not to laugh. How can he not laugh?

Who would have thought that Yang Jiaqiang, who looked at him like an ant that day, is now in his hands, but wagging his tail and begging for mercy like a dog?

times change, prosperity and decline never last!

This is power, power! Only boundless power can trample all those who dare to despise him under their feet.

With a wave of his hand, Yang Jiaqiang was thrown away by Yang Xuan like a dead dog, and fell off the ring with loud noises.

Until this time, all the people reacted, exclaiming one after another.

"One move? There is only one move? Am I right?"

"What happened just now? Who can see it clearly?"

" Ah, look at it, Yang Jiaqiang's neck!"

A person close to Yang Jiaqiang suddenly exclaimed.

When everyone heard the sound, they couldn't help but breathe in another cold breath. A clear handprint appeared on Yang Jiaqiang's neck, as if it had been branded.