If Xu Yan exerts the speed and power of the flying stone at close range, even the stone tablet can be cracked, and hitting the stone into the monument is one of the characteristics of the five innate warriors.

Xu Yan didn't want to kill, especially his opponent was the master of the Ghost King Sect. It was enough to defeat Yin Fuyou, so when he knocked out the flying stone, he mostly retracted his strength. Even so, Yin Fuyou's nose bone was broken, and it was basically impossible to grow well.

"Second brother!"

The crowd below the stage was a little bit, and a chubby young man rushed forward a few steps, checked Yin Fuyou's injuries, and looked at the stage with gritted teeth.

"You dare to hurt my Yin Fuzuo's brother, boy, you are tired of living!"

After rushing to the arena in a few steps, the fat young man bowed to the Dataibao. He didn't try the sword and stone tablet, but stood directly on the stage, took off the long sword behind him with his backhand, and his face full of murderous aura.

Yin Fuyou is the deputy head of Baihua Hall, and his elder brother Yin Fuzuo is naturally the head of Baihua Hall. The master of the hall does not need to test the sword when he goes on stage.

Seeing Yin Fuzuo appear on stage, Zhuo Shaoyu frowned slightly, with a little dissatisfied face, but he didn't say anything.

Xu Yan, who is sixteen or seventeen years old, seems extremely rare to Zhuo Shaoyu. He has the three congenital meridians at this age, and after practicing hard for a few years, he will definitely be able to enter the country. If he is defeated by Yin Fuzuo, wouldn’t he be the best candidate for Taibao?

Yin Fuzuo is the head of the hall. Since he was on stage, Zhuo Shaoyu couldn't speak and interrupt the battle, so he could only wait and see. In his opinion, even if Xu Yan was defeated, he would not let this kind of talent go, at least he had to stay by his side, because his father needed such a young master of the three races the most.

Thinking of his father's plan, Zhuo Shaoyu's eyes showed a kind of indifference and cruelty, but it was quickly covered up by him.

On the ring, the obese Yin Fuzuo and his younger brother were fat and thin. After they came on stage, they could slash without saying a word. Although this person was fat, his movements were very agile and his skillful moves were more difficult than his younger brother Yin Fuyou.

He raised his sword to resist. After one blow, Xu Yan felt his arms numb. The fat man in front of him was much stronger than his younger brother, and the long sword was much wider than the ordinary long sword. After the fight, Xu Yan realized that the opponent's weapon was very heavy.

Heavy sword!

The heavy sword that the Iron Cavalry who launched a charge on the battlefield was actually used by people on foot, and flew like a rain of swords. The broad sword weighing at least thirty or fifty kilograms was like paper in Yin Fuzuo's hand, as if it had no weight.

What a lot of strength!

While Xu Yan was secretly shocked, he gave up imitating the moves of those masters. He relied on his flexibly to dodge left and right, but was not attacking, but focusing on dodging completely.

To outsiders, Xu Yan on the stage was forced to jump up and down, like a monkey, and the fat Yin Fuzuo was even more like a monkey-playing man. The second fight was obviously better than the previous fight, but the ending was decided.

The sword was swung by Yin Fu Zuo, and a broad sword was swung like a fan by Yin Fu Zuo. It was not clear through the wind and rain. Xu Yan even retreated step by step and could only wander around the edge of the ring. He was even almost knocked out of the platform several times, sweating profusely and obviously unable to do so.

Xu Yan is indeed very tired. Because of the disguise of sweating, he can't pretend to be true by pretending to be true. He can only run away with all his might.

As soon as Yin Fuzuo took action, Xu Yan concluded that he was not an opponent. Unless he used the true energy of more than four meridians to break the opponent's heavy sword. But in that case, Zhuo Shaoyu would completely discover his strength. It is better to be realistic than to be seen through by others.

With incense sticks, Xu Yan on the ring was almost completely cleared. Not only was he sweating heavily, but his eyes became extremely tired. Seeing him like this, Yin Fuzuo burst into a smug laugh, and he increased his strength in his hand and slashed it horizontally with a sword.

The sword was slashed out, but it couldn't be taken back.

While Yin Fuzuo swung the sword with all his strength, his fat body was also rushing forward, trying to use this sword to knock the opponent out of the ring. Unfortunately, he did not stand firmly. After a scream, the master of the Baihua Hall staggered out of the ring by his own strength. His fat body rushed out, and the fun was watching the fun.

The thin man can handle it, but at most he can be hit. If Yin Fuzuo is so big, half of his life will be lost. So with a muffled groan, Yin Fuzuo directly chewed shit, with his front teeth hitting the ground first, and then a fat face. This time he was knocked out and his head was bleeding.

There was a loud wailing sound from the audience. Yin Fuzuo did not cover his face, but rolled straight with his feet covering his feet. The fat face twitched in pain. Only by taking off his shoes could he find that the insteps of the two fat feet were sunken, and the bones on the insteps were interrupted!

The monkey who had been pretending for a long time deliberately made her sweat. Xu Yan's disguise did deceive everyone, but this time when he suddenly took action on the flying stone, Zhuo Shaoyu, who was sitting beside him, obviously looked at him.

Although Xu Yan won a little strangely in the first game, Zhuo Shaoyu didn't care much about it. However, the second game was the master of Baihua Hall who took action personally. Yin Fuzuo's realm was comparable to Yin Fuyuyou, but he was a few years older than Yin Fuyuyou. His experience and strength were not comparable to Yin Fuyuyou's deputy master. Among the three innate lines of the Ghost King Sect, there were not many people who could defeat Yin Fuzuo.

It was because he carefully watched the second battle that Zhuo Shaoyu discovered Xu Yan's secret method. Although the method of flying stones with one hand was very hidden, Zhuo Shaoyu looked at it right away.

"hidden weapon?"

Zhuo Shaoyu whispered to himself in the distance, with a hint of praise on his face, and nodded slightly.

In the battle between the arena, there is only victory or defeat. As for what the weapon is, no one will care about it. If you win by relying on the clever hidden weapons, that is also someone else's ability.

After winning two games in a row, Xu Yan on the ring wiped his sweat and showed that kind of honest silly smile again, waiting for the final game.

As long as he wins three games in a row, he will be the third winner today and he will become the Taibao of the Ghost King Sect.

It was already dark, and countless torches were lit around the ring, illuminating the huge wooden platform as bright as daylight, and there were even crowds of people around the ring. Not only were there people from the Ghost King Sect, but also countless people.

The noise around him once again made Xu Yan irritated.

Because it's already night, if you can't get the qualification of Taibao as soon as possible, the third sister really wants to get into the tiger's mouth.

Not long after, another figure came to the crowd in front of the sword test stone tablet. The man did not use the sword, but held a strange fan, which seemed as thin as paper, but could easily draw a three-inch mark on the stone tablet. He ignored the Da Taibao, whose face became extremely ugly, and came straight to the arena.

This is a handsome young man, like a young man from a noble family, and his fat earlobes make him look very kind.

"I have no interest in the position of Taibao." The visitor looked at Xu Yan and said with great interest: "I am not on stage for Taibao, but for you!"
Chapter completed!