It is indeed a middle-grade wound-healing pill. Its powerful effect is astonishing. Half an hour after taking the wound-healing pill, Yang Sheng found that the injury on his chest was basically healed, and his skin was as smooth as ever, with no trace of the previous injury.

Standing next to his clansmen, Yang Sheng stared at the two men who were fighting fiercely on the trial field.

Yang Sheng was extremely surprised by the attack method of his eldest brother Yang Yan.

Didn't Big Brother say to fight slowly and steadily, consume the opponent's spiritual energy as much as possible, wait for the opponent to show fatigue or seize the opponent's flaw, and then defeat the opponent in one fell swoop?

However, the battle between Yang Yan and Zhao Yihang did not adopt such a safe method. As soon as Yang Yan came up, he used both fists to attack first.

Using the Black Wind Fist and the Eighteen Tornado Kicks, Yang Yan did not reserve any of his best fighting skills, and unleashed deadly killing moves all over Zhao Yihang's body.

"Well done! This is the true ability of the eldest son of the Yang family!" Zhao Yihang's sword flashed with cold light and pierced Yang Yan's chest.

Yang Sheng couldn't understand. His eldest brother had always been calm, but he showed a different side on the court than before.

Yang Wudi nodded while watching, "Yes, Yang Yan knows how to assess the situation. Zhao Yihang's combat effectiveness is above him. If he fights steadily from the beginning, he will fall into Zhao Yihang's rhythm. When he strikes, he will disrupt the opponent's imagined rhythm first, and then he can

Showing Yang Yan’s strength.”

Yang Sheng understood clearly that what Yang Yan, the eldest brother of Qingqing, said was simply to bully the weak!

Only when he encounters an opponent whose cultivation level is slightly weaker than his or whose cultivation level is similar, Yang Yan will fight steadily.

When encountering a strong opponent like Zhao Yihang, Yang Yan must adopt an offensive strategy, otherwise he has no chance of winning.

Zhao Yihang was also happy about this. If Yang Yan made up his mind to fight with him, even if he defeated Yang Yan in the end, his physical strength would be severely exhausted, which would be extremely detrimental to the subsequent battle.

Defeat Yang Yan quickly and give yourself more time to rest.

"Look at the sword!" The sword flower exploded, and the seven sword flowers disappeared suddenly. A long sword was like a snake coming out of its cave, spitting out a cold core and piercing Yang Yan's face.

The sword faced him, but Yang Yan seemed to have disappeared and kicked Zhao Yihang in the abdomen.

This is a lose-lose strategy. If Zhao Yihang's sword continues to stab, it will most likely kill Yang Yan, but Yang Yan's kick will also seriously injure him.

"This madman!" Zhao Yihang cursed Yang Yan in his heart, but had to put away his sword to avoid Yang Yan's killing move.

This is not a life and death fight. Zhao Yihang still has to prepare for the next or even the third game. If he is seriously injured at this time, he will only be able to take advantage of Li Guan in the end.

"Hahaha!" Yang Yan roared loudly, and as soon as his legs landed on the ground, he punched twice.

He used this desperate style of play to firmly dominate the situation on the court.

Zhao Yihang thought too much and became timid and unable to exert his strongest strength.

"I didn't expect Yang Yan to be so powerful, very much like Yang Wudi back then." Many strong men nodded in approval, admiring Yang Yan's fighting style.

Zhao Xiongshan frowned, "This is not the way to go. Yi Hang's cultivation level is one level higher than that of Yang Yan, and the advantage is not too obvious. Such a large-scale fighting method makes Yi Hang suffer a lot."

Several strong men of the Zhao family also saw that Zhao Yihang was in a bad situation. Fighting like this would consume too much energy. If there was any negligence, the whole game would eventually be lost.

They were anxious off the court, and Zhao Yihang was also anxious on the court. This was not what he wanted.

No, Yang Yan must be dealt with as soon as possible!

The more anxious he became, the less he could think of a way to deal with Yang Yan. Zhao Yihang fell into a hard fight.

A smile appeared on Li Guan's face outside the court. The more serious Zhao Yihang's physical exertion is, the more beneficial it will be for him. It is best for both Zhao Yihang and Yang Yan to suffer losses!

"Tiger roars in the forest!" Yang Yan shouted loudly, and the most powerful move of the Black Wind Fist was unleashed.

In an instant, Yang Yan transformed into a tiger in the forest, roaring with his fists.

"Okay!" Everyone in the Yang family on the sidelines cheered in unison. Yang Yan's punch fully demonstrated the power and essence of the Black Wind Fist.

Not good! Zhao Yihang was shocked. He was distracted thinking about how to deal with Yang Yan. He was caught by Yang Yan when he showed a slight flaw!

"Win the world!" Zhao Yihang quickly concentrated his attention and drew out nine sword flowers from his sword!

"Ah! Nine sword flowers!" The children of the Zhao family exclaimed. The children who practice Fengyun Sword Art all know that the basis for judging Fengyun Sword Art is the number of sword flowers.

For a disciple of Zhao Yilin's level, being able to display seven sword flowers is already the limit.

The strongest among the children of the Zhao family is Zhao Yihang. In the past, he only used eight sword flowers. Today, under the pressure of Yang Yan, Zhao Yihang used all his strength and actually used nine sword flowers.

You must know that this is not an illusory sword flower created by a warrior dancing with his sword. It is highly deceptive and weak in practicality.

One sword flower has seven petals, and nine sword flowers have sixty-three petals.

Each petal is made of a sword in the hand, and any petal falling on the body is a fatal sword.

In other words, Zhao Yihang turned one sword into sixty-three swords with this move!

He can guard against one sword, he can guard against two swords, how can Yang Yan guard against sixty-three swords!

Both sides struck hard, leaving no room for error.

"Crotch! Crotch! Crotch..." There was a crisp sound, and Yang Yan's fist collided with the sixty-three swords one by one, neutralizing Zhao Yihang's offensive.

"Brother is mighty!" The Yang family's children shouted loudly. Seeing how powerful their eldest brother Yang Yan was, as a member of the Yang family, their faces were lightened.

Only Yang Teng shook his head and sighed, "Too bad, the eldest brother couldn't be more prudent at the last moment. He lost."

"What? You said the eldest brother lost? This is impossible!" Yang Hao never believed that the eldest brother lost to Zhao Yihang like this.

"Look if you don't believe me." Yang Teng pointed at the trial field and said, "The elder brother did block Zhao Yihang's attack, which also caused Zhao Yihang's spiritual energy to be severely consumed, but the elder brother's consumption was even worse, and I'm afraid he won't have the strength to strike again."

Yang Hao looked at the field with suspicion, but what he saw in front of him left him stunned.

After blocking Zhao Yihang's storm, Yang Yan stood there panting heavily with his arms hanging down. If he looked carefully, Yang Yan's body was trembling.

"Zhao Yihang, your cultivation is indeed better than mine. I lose." Yang Yan simply said that if he loses, he loses.

Zhao Yihang smiled bitterly and said: "Yang Yan, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. If you can persist in three more moves, I'm afraid I will fail."

"Three moves?" Yang Yan shook his head, "As you can see, I don't even have the strength to raise my hands, and my legs can't stand, so I can still make moves."

Trying his best to keep his balance and not fall down, Yang Yan slowly walked out of the trial field. As soon as he came to the tribe's side, his legs went weak.

Yang Ningchen, with quick eyesight and quick hands, supported Yang Yan and said, "Your performance is very good. Take a rest and adjust as soon as possible to avoid leaving any hidden dangers."

The old man Yang Wudi looked at Yang Yan with satisfaction. Yang Yan's performance was beyond his expectation, "Very good. Although you did not defeat Zhao Yihang, it is very rare that you forced Zhao Yihang to be so embarrassed. When you go back, make a good summary. This time

The competition is of great significance to your growth."

Yang Yan accepted the lesson humbly, then sat aside to adjust his breath and no longer paid attention to the battle on the trial ground.

The next game is Yang Teng's appearance against Zhao Yilin.

"Do your best and don't have to pursue results. No matter what the result is, the family will accept it." Yang Ningren patted Yang Teng on the shoulder and helped Yang Teng relieve the pressure.

Yang Yan's performance made Yang Wudi very satisfied, and he didn't have high hopes for Yang Teng who would appear next, "Go ahead."

Yang Teng laughed and said: "Look at me, we can't let Zhao Yilin eliminate two people from our Yang family in a row!"

"Third brother, kill Zhao Yilin! Don't let me down!" Yang Sheng shouted loudly. When he was eliminated by Zhao Yilin, Yang Teng once said that if he met Zhao Yilin, he would help him avenge him. Now the opportunity has come.

Yang Teng shook his fist vigorously at Yang Sheng, and then strode onto the trial field.

Zhao Yilin walked onto the trial ground with a sword in hand and looked at Yang Teng.

Since a month ago, Yang Teng suddenly changed dramatically. The magnitude of the change shocked everyone. From then on, Zhao Yilin also noticed Yang Teng.

She found that the current Yang Teng had changed so much from the Yang Teng in her impression that she couldn't believe that this was still the Yang Teng who was called a useless lunatic a month ago.

What magical thing happened to Yang Teng that made Yang Teng change so much?

Zhao Yilin stared at Yang Teng for a moment.

"Why, you don't recognize me anymore? Is this young master more handsome?" Yang Teng chuckled.

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Yilin's pretty face turned cold.

"Yang Teng! The three of you Yang family are destined to be eliminated by our Zhao family children. If you give up on your own initiative, I will send you down with a sword!" Zhao Yilin raised her sword.

Yes, Yang Sheng was eliminated by Zhao Yilin, and Yang Yan was eliminated by Zhao Yihang. If Yang Teng loses to Zhao Yilin again, the three children of the Yang family participating in the competition will not all be defeated by the children of the Zhao family.

Doesn't this mean that the overall strength of the Yang family is much worse than that of the Zhao family?

After listening to Zhao Yilin's words, Yang Teng shook his head, "If you didn't say that, I might have considered letting you go mercifully, but if I really did this, it would bring shame on my Yang family, so I decided to kill the flower with ruthless hands, can you?

You have to be mentally prepared.”

"Delusions defeat me! Let's see how capable you are!" Zhao Yilin shook her sword, and seven sword flowers exploded.

"So cruel! The first move is the killing move!" Yang Teng shouted: "Zhao Yilin, we don't have any deep hatred, right? Why are you so cruel? This is not what a girl would do."

As he spoke, his movements with his hands were not slow at all. Yang Teng stretched his arms and raised his hands to punch more than a dozen times.

"Boom!" The air was blasted with a loud sound.

"Ah?" The old man Yang Wudi and several masters of the Yang family were shocked at the same time. Yang Teng's punch was too domineering. They were all very familiar with the Black Wind Fist and knew what it meant to throw dozens of punches so quickly.

Comparing Yang Yan and Yang Teng, we can see the power of Yang Teng's punch. Yang Yan could only throw seven or eight punches in such a short moment, but definitely not ten punches.

Yang Teng's punching speed is at least twice as fast as Yang Yan's.
Chapter completed!