As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Song started to move, stretched out his arms, roared: "Crane spreads its wings!" and patted Yang Kun.
As soon as Yang Kun heard this, he knew that this was just an inferior martial art. Looking at the guy's movements were jerky and stiff, he could tell that he had just learned it recently. He was not in a hurry at the moment, he just moved his fingers and pointed towards himself.
His body was marked with a line of defense.
Seeing that Yang Kun had been standing still, Yang Song thought that Yang Kun was underestimating the enemy. He was a little proud at the moment, and the strength of his hand was secretly strengthened, and he slapped Yang Kun directly on the chest.
Phew~
Just when Yang Song thought he had succeeded, he suddenly felt an irresistible force that pushed him back and fell to the audience.
Wow~
There was an uproar in the audience, and even the distinguished guests on the high platform and Master Yang couldn't help but feel a little moved. From the beginning to the end, they never saw Yang Kun move at all, and they inexplicably knocked his opponent off the stage. This was outrageous.
Already?
"Why is that guy so awesome? He's so inhuman. I didn't even see him do anything!"
"I think that Yang Song is too good, isn't he?"
"I don't think so. No matter how good Yang Song is, he is also at level 7 of Qi Refining. Even if there is a difference of two levels, such a situation usually won't happen. This is simply more enjoyable than an instant kill!"
".."
"I declare that Yang Kun wins!" Yang Changmen stood on the high platform, his eyes flickering. When he turned his gaze to Yang Kun, he felt a little resentful.
Yang Kun smiled faintly, picked up the sickle on the table and put it on his shoulder, then walked off the stage, helped Yang Song up who was lying on the ground, and said, "Are you okay?"
Yang Song chuckled and said: "Awesome, I feel very proud to be defeated by your hands!"
Yang Kun laughed twice, and then returned to his brother Yang Qing's side.
Yang Qing said slightly reproachfully: "Don't be so trusting in the future. If you encounter a strong enemy, you will be the one who suffers."
Yang Kun knew that his brother cared about him, so he smiled and said: "I know!"
After this battle, the number of promoted disciples changed from sixty to thirty. The disciples who entered the top thirty were very excited, because as long as they can enter the top thirty, they will get more or less rewards. Yang Yulong
Among these thirty people, but so far, Yang Kun has not seen him
Yang Yulong used the soul-binding hand and thought: "Is it because the soul-binding hand is too difficult and Yang Yulong failed to learn it? If that is the case, it would be a pity. He finally found a piece of evidence that could clear his grievances, but he missed it like this. Look,
Now Fort Master Yang won’t believe me even more!”
Yang Changmen nodded to the thirty promoted disciples and said: "Yes, you have entered the top thirty. I have some prizes to give to you." After saying that, he waved his sleeves and thirty bottles of blue were revealed.
The medicine bottle spilled onto the competition stage, and the disciples quickly caught it.
"Blue quality Qi and Blood Pill?" the disciples couldn't help but exclaimed.
Pills are divided into nine grades. People usually use color to distinguish their quality. According to black, white, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple from low to high, black quality is the first grade, and purple quality is
It was the ninth grade. These thirty disciples received the blue Qi and Blood Pill of the eighth grade. How could they not be extremely excited. At that moment, the eyes of those disciples who had not been promoted began to turn red and green.
Yang Changmen said: "These bottles are filled with eighth-grade Qi and Blood Pills. There are ten pills in each bottle. Next, please look at the number on the bottom of your medicine bottles. That will be your new code name.
.The competition in the next round is the same as the previous round, with the smallest number versus the largest number, and so on. If anyone can enter the top fifteen, there will be amazing rewards!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Kun turned the bottom of the medicine bottle over and took a look. Coincidentally, the number on it was still No. 9.
"Okay, I'd like to ask No. 1 and No. 30 to stay, while the other disciples come down and wait!" As soon as Yang Changmen finished speaking, the disciples jumped off the competition stage one after another, leaving only two disciples standing on it.
Yang Kun raised his eyes and saw that the number one player was actually Yang Yulong! Opposite him was also a disciple with level 8 Qi Refining. In this match, Yang Yulong still did not use the soul-binding hand, but he still won.
After a while, Yang Kun finally came on stage. He walked onto the competition stage carrying a sickle. His opponent was Yang Jun, a disciple of level 9 Qi Refining.
Yang Jun was also carrying a big sword at this moment, cupping his fists and saying: "Please enlighten me!"
Yang Kun glanced at his opponent and saw that this person was a fat man, and he must be very strong. However, Yang Kun naturally didn't take it seriously. He said lightly, "Come here!"
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and then he was exposed. He didn't expect that Yang Kun would dare to despise him so much. So before Yang Changmen could start shouting, the wind came from under his feet and he slashed at Yang Kun with a big knife.
Yang Kun still stood motionless on the spot. When Yang Jun arrived, he threw out a fixing character to freeze Yang Jun.
When everyone saw that Yang Jun, who was like a wild horse, suddenly stopped, they all guessed that something must have happened.
Yang Kun put the sickle on his shoulder with his left hand, then took two steps forward, walked in front of Yang Jun, stretched out his right palm, used three points of force, and shouted: "Xuanming Palm!"
Peng~
There was a muffled sound, Yang Jun's face was horrified, and he flew to the audience in disbelief.
There was an uproar in the audience!
"Am I right? Yang Jun seemed to have stood up and let Yang Kun hit him?"
"I thought that guy also had some kind of protective shield, but I didn't expect that he was shot away by Yang Kun with a Xuan Ming Palm!"
"Then Yang Kun is really too perverted! He can be so calm in a level battle!"
"Beast!"
"Beast!"
Even a little girl of five or six years old cursed in a delicate voice: "It's not tied in silver!"
"..."
Just like that, Yang Kun entered the top fifteen again, but the subsequent games went smoothly. Before he knew it, Yang Kun had reached the finals. What surprised Yang Kun and everyone was that Yang Yulong also defeated several
A disciple at level 9 of Qi Refining also reached the finals, but Yang Kun still didn't see him use Soul Binding Hand.
There were two people standing on the stage now, Yang Kun and Yang Yulong. Yang Kun smiled faintly and said to Yang Yulong: "As expected, for a moment, I thought we had no chance to compete!"
Yang Yulong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with an evil smile: "There will be something more surprising to you later, so be careful. It is very likely that you will be destroyed physically and mentally, and you will never be able to be reincarnated as a human again, haha!"
Yang Kun was slightly shocked and thought to himself: "It seems that Yang Yulong has learned the soul-binding hand, and he used this move specifically to deal with me, so he never used it just now."
Yang Changmen looked at the only two people left on the stage and said: "In the battle for the championship, whoever can win the championship, then whose Yuan Condensing Pill belongs to him!" After that, a purple-colored pill floated out of his palm.