Everyone is not optimistic about Wang Xiaoyong, of course, there are many people who want to test the water on Wang Xiaoyong with Xiaoboda, but there are not many such people.

Wang Xiaoyong and Yan Kuan have already entered the ring, and a protective shield has risen around them, which is said to be broken only by the impact of power above level B, which is the product of the combination of formation and modern technology, and it is also to prevent the audience outside the dueling arena from being affected.

The heritage of the Huaxia Battle Gate is not comparable to the Grim Reaper Organization, and there are many doors in the ring.

Beside them, a battle card suddenly appeared, and a number appeared on it.

This is the countdown to the game, as the number on the battle card became zero, Yan Kuan suddenly moved, although he was burly, but the speed on his body was not slow at all, Yan Kuan, who had entered the combat state, and the honest and honest performance just now was simply like two people.

Yan Kuan's clothes were taken off for some reason, and the muscles on his body were like soldering irons, fiery red, exuding a hot air.

"Eat me first!" Yan Kuan shouted, and his hot fist smashed with the power of Wan Jun.

Even the air was filled with a terrifying sonic boom.

Wang Xiaoyong's eyes flickered, and the strength that Yan Kuan was showing now was not even inferior to the ghost monk he had met at the Death Conference organized by the Grim Reaper, and he couldn't help but get serious.

After all, the Reaper Organization is a small superpower organization, how can it compare its background to the Huaxia War Gate with the entire Huaxia as the pattern? The strong geniuses who have attracted much attention in the Reaper Organization are also readily available in the Battle Gate, and it is not too unusual.

Wang Xiao had the courage to rush into the dantian, and an internal force appeared on his arm, and his breath floated, like a rising battle armor.

It's too late, it's too fast, and the fists of the two people collide together,

Yan Kuan's fist seemed to be attached to a scorching flame, burning Wang Xiaoyong's internal force armor. It was sizzling, but Wang Xiaoyong's internal strength was deep and was not broken by him.

"If you really only have these strengths, you might as well admit defeat as soon as possible! You can't withstand my move!" Yan Kuan said, persuading Wang Xiaoyong.

"Interesting!" Wang Xiaoyong said in his heart, although he is now making three points, Yan Kuan's performance has also aroused the fighting spirit in his heart.

It just so happened that he was trying out that guy's moves.

Wang Xiaoyong sneered, black flames suddenly rose up and down his body, his eyes became extremely black in an instant, and a faint black phantom appeared behind him.

This was the first time he had performed the Grim Reaper's Technique, the Records of the Heavenly Mysteries of the Underworld, in other people's performances. It turned out that after obtaining the inheritance of the god of death, Wang Xiaoyong hadn't had time to check it, so he just tried his power now.

According to the information left by the god of death, this exercise can be practiced to the S level, and Wang Xiaoyong inherited not only this exercise, but also the god of death's understanding and insight into the "Heavenly Secret Record of the Underworld" for hundreds of years.

It just so happened that in the face of Yan Kuan, he also had a good feel for the power of the Death Inheritance.

Black flames surged, enveloping Wang Xiaoyong in it.

All this is said slowly, but it all happened between lightning and flint, Yan Kuan realized that something was wrong, and quickly hid to the side.

"I think you need to be serious!

"The Secret Record of the Underworld" is worthy of being a high-level exercise, and when it is running, it will keep his brain in the most witty state.

He looked at Wang Xiaoyong who was covered in black aura quite vigilantly, his expression was solemn, he finally felt a hint of threat, and he had to go all out to treat Wang Xiaoyong.

"That's good! Next, I'm going to be serious, don't laugh at my mother when I cry!" Yan Kuan roared, the muscles on his body trembled, piled up, and the whole person suddenly rubbed three inches taller, two meters tall, huge in size, and some endless heat was steaming from his body, like a volcano erupting with power.

Even if it is from a distance, Wang Xiaoyong can feel the heat wave on his face.

"Come again!" Yan Kuan's eyes lit up with flames, and his big hand grabbed it, and the fire lingered.

The big hand attacked, Wang Xiaoyong's face did not change, the black aura on his body surged, condensed into more than a dozen black flame spears in his hands, and with a wave of the big hand, it flew away in an instant, Yan Kuan saw that the situation was not good, stopped and attacked, squatted down, and blocked the spear.

And the audience outside the stadium was even more attracted by the enthusiastic battle between the two people, shouting happily, and watching it heartily.

"This kid is hiding so deeply, and he is evenly matched with Yan Kuan, and even has a faint upper hand, this kid is really terrifying. ”

"It's just now, Yan Kuan's hole cards haven't come out yet, as soon as the blazing phoenix palm comes out, everything is silent, it's not a joke. ”

"Yes, but Wang Xiaoyong's cultivation is only at the sixth level of the C-level, if it is to a certain extent, Yan Kuan is probably not an opponent. ”

……

The people outside the arena watched enthusiastically, but they were just spectators, and they didn't see some things thoroughly, and on the platform in the ring and the viewing area, an old man looked at Wang Xiaoyong's figure on the big screen with flickering eyes.

He was shrouded in black flames, and his momentum was menacing, like a demon god,

"Teacher, have you noticed that this kid's exercises are very weird, I'm afraid it's not an evil way, right?" said a middle-aged man with eyes behind the old man.

The evil way, not only in China, but even in the whole world, is punished by everyone, because their cultivation methods are too bloody and cruel, and they are not tolerated by heaven and people.

It is conceivable that if Wang Xiaoyong is really defined as an evil monk, then what awaits him must be the on-the-spot execution of the Battle Gate!

It's just that the white-haired old man shook his head, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's falcon, and he said slowly: "Xiaohan, there are some things that you still don't know, there is no good or evil in this world, there is only good and evil in the human heart, you see that although that little guy is talking about the sky with black energy, even the power is full of yin and evil." But looking at his uprightness, brightness and generosity, he shouldn't be those evil monks. ”

"Besides, I see that the young man is upright, and the weather is extraordinary, and he will not be a person who has embarked on an evil path, but the exercises he practices are quite shady, and your eyesight still has to pass a lot. ”

The man lowered his head and said, "Thank you for your advice." ”

There are also many people who practice evil exercises in Huaxia Zhanmen, the corpse chasers in Xiangxi, the ghost road of Maoshan Mountain, and even the Gu Dao of Miaojiang.

They are also in the battle gate, as long as they do not kill innocents indiscriminately and harm the peace of the heavens, they are recognized and protected by the Huaxia war gate.

"Just look at it, this kid, it's not simple......" The old man touched his non-existent beard, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

……

There have been dozens of battles between Wang Xiaoyong and Yan Kuan, but they have always been up and down.

The main reason is that Wang Xiaoyong did not exert his full strength, otherwise, ten Yan Kuan would not be his opponents.

Wang Xiaoyong and Yan Kuan were separated, calm and relaxed, but Yan Kuan's breath was a little heavy and disordered, and he looked at Wang Xiaoyong with solemn eyes.

"You're the toughest opponent I've ever faced. ”

Yan Kuan said very seriously, but the momentum on his body did not decrease but increased, and the skin on his body became even hotter.

"If you have any moves, use them quickly! Otherwise, you won't have a chance!" Wang Xiaoyong said slowly,

For a silly boy like Yan Kuan, he still has a good impression.

Yan Kuan nodded, and suddenly roared in the sky, the deep mountains were full of green muscles, and some strange lines faintly appeared on his body, and finally converged into a firebird symbol on his forehead.

"Blazing Phoenix Palm Technique!I can't control this move, if I hurt you, then I can only offend!" Yan Kuan roared,

The surrounding air suddenly rose more than ten degrees, the firelight appeared, and even formed a blazing phoenix phantom behind Yan Kuan's back, converging on his left arm, burning with a terrifying aura all over his body, stepping forward, in the ring, he stepped out of a big pit.

Hearing only a phoenix roar, Yan Kuan punched directly, and a wave of heat rushed towards Wang Xiaoyong.

"Yan Kuan is out of his hands, it seems that Wang Xiaoyong will also suffer!"

"Not necessarily, what if he wins? What do you say?

"It's impossible, you think that Yan Kuan's statement that he is invincible below is a joke, Wang Xiaoyong should also have some strength, and he shouldn't be too seriously injured. ”

…… The spectators on stage seemed to have seen the final ending, and some even closed their eyes.

"Interesting!" Wang Xiaoyong said in his heart, only this kind of attack will make him feel like his blood is boiling.

Wang Xiaoyong mobilized the black flames around him, and finally gathered into a black flame lotus flower in his hand, and threw it out directly, colliding with Yan Kuan.

For a while, the dust was flying, and even the protective cover appeared densely cracked.

It can be seen how terrifying the impact of the two is.

Finally, all the smoke and dust dissipated, Wang Xiaoyong and Yan Kuan stood face to face, and their breath suddenly became nervous, who won the final victory?

Yan Kuan? or Wang Xiaoyong?

After three breaths, in the eyes of everyone, Yan Kuan's body changed into its original appearance, as if he had lost all his strength, and slowly fell to the ground.

The result is already obvious, winner!

When the battle was over, the protective shield was dissipated, and several medical personnel went to the ring to take Yan down.

"The battle is over! Winner! Wang Xiaoyong!"

An announcement broke the silence on the field, and countless voices followed.

"Oh my God! How the hell did this kid do it? He wasn't even afraid of Yan Kuan's Blazing Phoenix Palm Technique?"

"I didn't expect to meet a guy who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, it's really terrible,"

"Hahaha! No loss, no gain, an upset, all losses are won. ”

"Where did this kid come from? This kind of talent, logically speaking, shouldn't be unknown. ”

……

Wang Xiaoyong couldn't manage so many things, so when he came down to the ring, he went to see Yan Kuan.

His image of Yan Kuan is very good, and now that he is weakened because of the fight with himself, it is necessary for him to go and see him.

Yan Kuan had woken up at this moment, but his face was pale, as if he was seriously ill.

"Brother Wang, I'll give you five hundred merits, don't dislike it!" Yan Kuan saw Wang Xiaoyong walk in, and hurriedly spoke.

He also knew that with Wang Xiaoyong's strength, he definitely didn't care about five hundred merits, but he had already promised others, and he always had to give it.

Through the Zhanmen APP, the two added friends, and Yan Kuan transferred the merit value to Wang Xiaoyong, although it was nothing to him, but looking at Yan Kuan's serious appearance, he was afraid that he would not be able to accept this money.

"This elixir should help your injuries. Wang Xiaoyong took out an elixir from the space ring and handed it to Yan Kuan.

He could tell at a glance that Yan Kuan's weakness was caused by the lack of qi in his body.

Yan Kuan was not polite, thinking that it was just an ordinary pill, after swallowing the pill, he realized that it was unusual, and the medicinal power was crazy to fill some of his deficit power, just a few breaths, and his injuries were all recovered.

Yan Kuan knew that this pill was probably not worth five hundred merits, and he had taken a big advantage.

"Mr. Wang......" Yan Kuan's expression was a little embarrassed, like a child.