There are obviously not many people who have the same cunning vision as Murong Shan. Even the Yang family members only think that Yang Chen is lucky.
"Yang Yiming, why don't you thank Yang Chen quickly? If it weren't for Yang Chen, your life would be gone. I told you to admit defeat if you go up there. Why are you so stupid?" Yang Wu yelled and reprimanded.
Yang Yiming said aggrievedly: "I... I'm not willing to give in."
"Can you compete with Wang De?" Mr. Yang said angrily.
"That's all, Yiming's starting point is always good. No matter what, his life is always saved. Yiming, remember that this matter will never happen again." Yang Jinhe gave Yang Yiming a deep look, because Yang Chen
After achieving an excellent result in the top thirty, he had no intention of getting angry.
The matter soon came to an end, and the Yang family gradually turned their attention to other battles in the ring.
This battle has almost come to an end, but the result is no different from what the major tribes expected. The winners are all the No. 1 geniuses of the major tribes, and there are a few No. 2 geniuses standing on the ring.
The only one who is discouraged should be the Wen family among the twelve major tribes. The three top geniuses all failed without exception, and none of them entered the top thirty. This is the first time that a major tribe has not entered the top thirty.
It is not difficult to see that all the elders in the Wen family look embarrassed and may get angry at any time.
"The Wen family is going to be in trouble this year. None of the three geniuses have entered the top thirty."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Who told them to draw lots poorly? Two of them happened to be the geniuses of the Murong family, one for Murong Wen and one for Murong Liuhe. There is only one left, whose strength is only at the fifth level of the Body Refining Realm.
In the early days, when I went up, I was defeated face to face."
"The Wen family should be careful. The status of the twelve major tribes is not stable. I think the Yang family has a good momentum this year, and Yang Chen has already broken into the top thirty."
"There is no point in rushing into the top thirty. There are many geniuses who have been lucky enough to enter the top thirty. But if you compare further, your true form will be revealed immediately!"
At this time, the competition between sixty and thirty ended, and Feng Changkong and Murong Shan also stood up.
Youfeng Changkong said loudly: "The remaining thirty people will be the top thirty in this trial battle. These thirty geniuses, after the competition, will be qualified to represent their tribes into the Monster Mountain."
.Of course, the game is not over yet. After an hour’s rest, the thirty-to-fifteen game will begin!”
An hour is not long or short.
While Yang Chen was resting, Yang Jinhe had already finished drawing lots.
"Clan leader, who is Yang Chen facing this round?" Fourth Master Yang and other clan members asked one after another.
Yang Jinhe didn't know whether he was happy or worried and said: "The person Yang Chen faced this time turned out to be Murong Liuhe."
"Murong Liuhe?" Yang Chen sat cross-legged on the ground and listened, raising his eyebrows slightly.
This is quite interesting.
"Murong Liuhe? This is a bit troublesome. Last time, Murong Liuhe avoided fighting because of lack of physical strength. But now that he has had enough rest time, he must have returned to his full strength. I am afraid that Yang Chen and Yang Chen
It's hard to get any advantage in a fight." The Yang family sighed bitterly.
Yang Jinhe nodded, obviously his thoughts were similar to this: "Although Murong Liuhe is at the early stage of the sixth level of the body refining realm, his combat power is so strong that when he encounters anyone with a higher level of martial arts cultivation than him, he will have the same problem."
Fight. If Yang Chen fights with him, I'm afraid a fierce battle will inevitably happen."
Speaking of this, Yang Jinhe couldn't help but look at Yang Chen with some comfort: "Yang Chen, it's just my bad luck that got Murong Liuhe. However, it's enough to be among the top thirty.
At least it means that my Yang family has the opportunity to enter the Monster Mountain. When fighting against Murong Liuhe, remember not to be too eager to fight. If you are truly defeated, just admit defeat. Our mid-range tribe can support this point, so there is no shame."
This made Yang Chen burst into laughter.
Yang Jinhe is so unsure of himself that he is satisfied with just ranking in the top thirty?
He didn't think so in his heart, but he still nodded on the surface: "Chief, I understand."
Only then did Yang Jinhe feel relieved.
Feng Changkong began to announce at this time: "The drawing of lots is over, and the corresponding boy begins to enter the ring."
Immediately afterwards, Feng Changkong shouted his name sentence by sentence.
Soon, thirty geniuses stepped onto different stages one after another.
As for Yang Chen, he was on the same stage as Murong Liuhe.
"Murong Liuhe looked at Yang Chen now."
"The first time Murong Liuhe retreated without a fight, it was probably due to lack of physical strength and not wanting to argue with Yang Chen. This time Yang Chen was not so lucky."
"Haha, the middle tribe is a middle tribe after all. Compared with the big tribes, it is still a bit behind."
"I don't know what method Murong Liuhe will use to defeat Yang Chen. I haven't seen the thunder sword technique for a long time."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and cheers abounded.
More people are supporting Murong Liuhe. Compared to Yang Chen, who became famous later, his fame is still far behind Murong Liuhe.
But both Yang Chen and Murong Liuhe turned a blind eye to the shouts and calls from the audience. As soon as the two came on stage, the atmosphere became tense. They stared at each other with extreme seriousness, especially Murong Liuhe, who looked at Yang Chen
His eyes seemed to be facing a powerful enemy.
After a while, Murong Liuhe said with difficulty: "Yang Chen, how strong is your martial arts cultivation."
"You should have some confidence in your heart, right?" Yang Chen said calmly.
Sweat dripped from Murong Liuhe's forehead. After hearing Yang Chen's words, he finally confirmed his thoughts and clenched his fists: "Yang Chen, although I don't dare to believe it, but my intuition tells me that I will fight with you.
There is only one outcome, and that is a moth flying into a flame. My intuition is rarely wrong, but out of a man's dignity, I still have to give it a try."
"Your choice is worthy of me standing here. Murong Liuhe, just use whatever means you have." Yang Chen's eyes were shining. He didn't dislike Murong Liuhe's straightforward temperament.
Murong Liuhe said in a deep voice: "I don't need to come up and test it with you first. This is my strongest move now. It is a unique skill that I learned from practicing Thunder Blade Technique. I named it Snake Walk. This move
I can't control it either. It's very likely that I will be killed or injured if I take action, so you have to be careful."
Yang Chen smiled heartily and said: "Murong Liuhe, just use whatever means you have!"
When Murong Liuhe heard this, his veins were exposed. The next moment, the long knife in his hand suddenly waved. In an instant, the surrounding sand and stones were rolled up by the long knife. The terrifying force accompanied the long knife and disappeared in a flash.
, came straight towards Yang Chen, and what could be seen with the naked eye was only a silvery-white electric light.
This electric light is like a snake, moving in a staggered way, which is extremely strange.
"Good sword skills." Yang Chen was slightly startled, but he didn't expect that a little genius in the wilderness could understand such sword skills.
Seeing this scene, Yang Chen didn't hide his clumsiness.
Since Murong Liuhe gave him enough respect, he also gave him enough respect.
As soon as he thought about it, the tip of his spear vibrated slightly, and the two spear tips turned into two phantoms, coming out like swimming dragons.
"Twin shadows like dragons!"
Bang.
No one could see clearly what happened. They only knew that after the dust flew up, Yang Chen's silver spear stopped in front of Murong Liuhe's neck. It was very close. As long as he moved a little further, Murong Liuhe would die.
Yang Chen didn't do this. At the most critical moment, he stopped.
"It's unbelievable... you are faster than mine." Murong Liuhe broke out in cold sweat. Looking at the silver gun standing in front of his neck, he lowered his head in annoyance.
Yang Chen took back the silver gun. "You will be faster in the future."
Murong Liuhe took a deep breath, took back the silver knife, and then said: "I lost, Yang Chen. I am convinced that I lost."
The next moment, he turned around and stepped off the stage, looking around: "I, Murong Liuhe, admit defeat!"
