Yang Yao saw that his offensive was weakening, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, so his beautiful eyes lit up, and Qianying quickly approached the other party.

In an instant, the essence in Yang Tao's eyes emerged, and the momentum that was originally a little weak rose again in vain, and Yang Yao almost capsized in the gutter, so Yang Yao was not in a hurry to end the battle, and quickly suppressed the other party.

The powerful force caused a cloud of dust to roll up around the arena, like a hurricane passing through, terrifying.

Yang Tao shouted, his iron fist wrapped around the red spiritual power, carrying amazing power, and with a sonic boom, it blasted directly at Yang Yao, who was close to him.

The sharp fist wind came to his face, making Yang Yao's green silk dance wildly, but Yang Yao's eyes did not show a panicked color, but stretched out his hand, only to see that his palm seemed to turn into a puddle of water, but it was hard or soft, and it was pushed out with one palm, like a stormy wave, wave after wave, with the sound of the water, and slapped on Yang Tao's chest first.

"Bang!"

The fist wind stopped abruptly, Yang Tao flew out backwards heavily, fell to the ground, and around the martial arts stage, the many boys and girls who were watching erupted into a roar.

"That's Bibo Palm, right? That's one of the few Xuan-rank mid-grade martial arts in the Yang Family Pavilion. ”

"The most powerful thing about this martial art is its stacking effect, which is extremely lethal. ”

"Awesome! It's really one of the dragons and phoenixes of our Yang family. ”

“.........”

Many teenagers sighed and looked at Yang Yao with a blazing fire.

Yang Yan looked at the martial arts he displayed, and secretly said in his heart: "Xuan-level martial arts, they are really strong, I don't have such a level of martial arts in my hands now, it seems that I have to find a way." ”

Under the gaze of many eyes, Yang Yao got off the stage and stood in the waiting area, attracting people to constantly glance in his direction.

When Yang Yan was stunned, the referee's shouts sounded not far away.

"Yang Meng, Yang Ling!"

"Yang Yan, Yang Shihao!

“......”

"Brother Xiao Yan, come on, I'm going up. Yang Meng said with a flushed face beside him.

"Come on Yang Meng!" Yang Yan also showed his white teeth, and responded, Yang Meng's opponent Yang Ling, Kaiyuan First Heavy Realm, is one order higher than him, and Yang Yan is also secretly worried about it.

"Wow, it's Yang Yan and Yang Shihao, let's take a look. ”

"I think Yang Yan is choking enough this time, after all, Yang Shihao is a master of the fivefold realm of physical training. ”

"That's not necessarily, Yang Lei was solved by his two tricks. ”

There were whispers all around, each with its own opinions, some gloating, some worried...

On the martial arts arena, a bang broke out, and almost everyone flocked to Yang Yan's martial arts platform to see if this dark horse was a flash in the pan or a rising star.

Yang Yan jumped to stage the martial arts stage, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the other side of the martial arts stage, the latter also smiled at him, but there was a cold light and disdain in his eyes.

Why do you meet these "arrogant" people every time? Yang Yan shook his head and sighed slightly.

Yang Shihao stood with his hands in his hands, the wind gently blew his clothes, he looked quite handsome, looked at Yang Yan, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he sneered and said, "You are really amazing!" The son of the young head of the family. ”

Yang Yan looked at Yang Shihao, feeling the harsh words in it, his hand couldn't help but shake, and said coldly: "Oh, yes?

Yang Shihao snorted coldly and said, "Then I'm looking forward to the son of the young family master showing his might." ”

The words of the two are already-for-tat, like the tip of a needle against a wheat, full of gunpowder, just waiting for the other party to teach each other a hard lesson.

"The game begins!" the referee shouted loudly on the martial arts field, and the eyes of the two of them flashed.

Bang!

The two of them made a move, and the two terrifying killing intent raged on the martial arts stage, Yang Shihao stepped on the soles of his feet, his body rose high, and he threw out his right leg fiercely, like a whip, leaving an afterimage, and the whip leg smashed towards Yang Yan's head with the sound of breaking the wind, containing amazing power.

If this leg is hit, the head will be like a watermelon, and it will explode.

Yang Yan came out with one arm, caught the whip leg that was thrown in, and the strong impact set off the airflow, which made Yang Yan's black hair tilt backwards in unison, Yang Yan poured out his strength, used the essence of Tai Chi in his previous life, pulled the root of his leg, and his arm was quickly forced, and he fell forward fiercely.

"Bumped" Yang Shihao was in the air, with nowhere to borrow strength, he was pulled by the root of his leg, and when he was about to reflex, he was suddenly thrown on the martial arts stage, embarrassed, and no longer calm.

The short fight between the two did not use spiritual power, and they relied entirely on their own quality, so there was an uproar from the audience, and everyone looked at Yang Yan with more respect.

"Hmph" Yang Shihao snorted coldly, the aura gushed out, covering the palm of his hand, glaring at Yang Yan angrily, and then, he pounced on Yang Yan again, with monstrous anger.

"Bang bang bang!"

In just a few breaths, the two exchanged dozens of rounds like lightning, all of them were sharp, bringing bursts of wind and making outsiders enthusiastic.

"Bang!" The two collided again, and Yang Shihao took a few steps back in embarrassment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually solidified, revealing a dignified look.

The mistake of the previous move, he only thought that he was careless, but this next move made him feel a sense of powerlessness, and what shocked him even more was that Yang Yan couldn't cultivate, and he only woke up some time ago, why was he so strong?

Seeing that Yang Shihao was relieving his breath, Yang Yan did not continue to pursue, but held his hands and looked at him with a relaxed expression.

The uproar of everyone in the audience made Yang Shihao's face even more ugly, and the cold light in his eyes was even worse, it was that waste that embarrassed him so much, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Buddha against the sky!"

I saw that after Yang Shihao drank violently, an almost devastating sound wave burst out, which was still faster than the speed of light.

Feeling the energy fluctuation that even he felt a trace of heart-pounding, Yang Yan's face became solemn for the first time.

This was the first time Yang Yan had seen such a strange martial art, under this sonic attack, Yang Yan didn't have much time to form a defense at all, so he could only hastily use the aura to arrange a defensive shield while closing his soul.

"Bang bang!" the sound waves continued to make a cracking sound, which was terrifying.

And the people around the martial arts stage turned their ears and retreated again and again, with a trace of jealousy flashing in their eyes.

"Young Master Yang, you have to be careful!" Shangguan Wan'er was on the stage, praying silently.

In the blink of an eye, the sonic impact had already fallen on Yang Yan's body, the shield of Yang Yan's organization was shattered in an instant, and the sonic wave rushed into Yang Yan's brain, like a god and Buddha singing, it was about to hit his weak soul, if it was ordinary, I am afraid that under this blow, it would either be dead or stupid.

"Weng!" Yang Yan saw that the sound wave was about to make contact, and was about to resist hard, when the Wu Tower appeared in his mind without warning, protecting the spirit like a candle flame.

"Bang!" The sound wave hit the tower, dissipating instantly, like an egg, shattering, and then the tower disappeared again.

"Weng Weng..." Yang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately there was a magical treasure called the Wu Tower, Yang Yan patted his ears, and felt that his head was buzzing.

Seeing that Yang Yan didn't fall, Yang Shihao was dumbfounded, he didn't know how many people he had made stupid with this move, and he was always proud of this move, thinking that no one could break it.

Yang Shihao stared at Yang Yan tightly, and instantly swept away, turning his palm into a knife, like a sword blade, and shot fiercely at Yang Yan's head.

Yang Yan's eyes flickered, the soles of his feet stepped hard, and he suddenly rushed towards Yang Shihao, his fists clenched tightly, the terrifying air flow raged, and the people around him looked at the punch against the sky.

"Get out of here!" Looking at Yang Shihao who was shooting towards him, Yang Yan shouted, jumped high, and his powerful spiritual power surged.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

The three voices sounded almost at the same time, the sound of vomiting blood was accompanied by the sound of broken bones, under Yang Yan's punch, Yang Shihao was directly blasted out in a shocked gaze, vomiting blood in which mid-air and screaming, with a bang, he fell to the ground heavily, grabbed his right hand, and fainted.

With Yang Shihao's landing, the people around him were shocked again, and let out a thunderous cheer, Yang Yan once again surprised them, originally thought that he would lose in this round, but unexpectedly, Yang Shihao became a stepping stone instead.

"Wow, Yang Yan has actually reached the master of the Pneumatic Realm!" someone in the audience was surprised.

"Good!"

On the high platform, Yang Zhanying Huo Ran got up and shouted violently, his face was full of relief and excitement.

The rest of the group also showed their faces one after another, only Yang Tiancang sat firmly, as if everything was reasonable, while the Great Elder had a somewhat ugly face, and the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger.

"Miss, Young Master Yang has won again. Li Da turned to Shangguan Wan'er who was starry and said excitedly, last night, when Shangguan Duanyun said that he intended to match the two, Li Da was also secretly happy for Shangguan Wan'er, although she was not her daughter, but watching him grow up since childhood, she still hoped that he would find a wishful husband.

"Hmm!" Shangguan Wan'er replied softly, her little face flushed.

Hugging his fists, Yang Yan jumped off the stage and walked towards Yang Meng's competition venue, and the people around him also rushed away.

The battle against Yang Meng was a dark-skinned teenager, who practiced the fivefold realm of physical training, and could be regarded as a young talent, while Yang Meng was in a situation of being passively beaten, and he had no power to parry, so he could only retreat in exchange for a short respite, but it was not a long-term solution.

"Bang!", Yang Meng's arm was hit hard, making a dull sound, Yang Meng's eyes were red, staring at the other party tightly.

The swarthy young man saw that Yang Meng still did not surrender, his face froze, and his aura quietly surged, rushing towards him, like an explosive tiger wolf, wanting to tear the prey in front of him apart.

Seeing that it was like a brute bull rushing, Yang Meng had no choice but to use his body and hide to the side, but a trace of pride flashed in the eyes of the swarthy young man, and his body stepped in vain during the rapid run, and pounced on Yang Meng's chest with a punch.

Looking at the fist that was gradually enlarging in his eyes, Yang Meng was horrified, regardless of the injury, his slender arms hurriedly crossed his chest.

"Smack!" the strong impact shook him back, grinding long brake marks on the ground.

Without waiting for Yang Meng to make other moves, the swarthy young man smashed towards Yang Meng's body with another whip leg.