"Alright, let's hurry up, or we'll be late. Yang Yan pulled Yang Meng's collar and walked towards the martial arts arena.

The Yang family martial arts arena is divided into four small martial arts fields marked with one of the "Four Divine Beasts" in the center, and a large martial arts field marked with "Heaven" with a diameter of more than 1,000 meters.

And there are many small pavilions around, the small pavilion is slightly higher, the pavilion is written with the family that was invited, there are seats in the pavilion, coffee tables and the like, which are obviously prepared separately for the family.

It seems that we came a little early, Yang Yan said secretly, and suddenly a harsh voice came from behind him.

"Yo, let me see, who is this, rare, really rare, waste actually came to the martial arts arena" snorted in his mouth.

I saw a teenager of his age walking over with a group of teenagers, and kept pointing at Yang Yan and saying some unbearable words to the people behind him, laughing.

Yang Yan turned to look at the young man standing behind him who made a smacking sound, this young man's name is Yang Fan, he is also a young talent in the Yang family, and he has already cultivated two levels of physical training. Among the younger generation of the Yang family, the highest is Yang Zhen's grandson Yang Tianjiao, who is already a pneumatic double cultivator, and it is said that there is already a faint condensation of true yuan in his body, and it is only a matter of time before he is promoted to the Yuan realm.

And Yang Meng, who was standing behind Yang Yan, didn't look at him as a fun-loving look, in his cultivation, he didn't fall behind at all, and he already practiced four times.

Yang Meng heard that he was provoking Yang Yan, jumped out in a hurry, and said loudly: "Xiao Buzi, what are you talking about, are you daring to say it?" Yang Meng revealed his well-developed biceps, and if he didn't agree, he was fighting.

Yang Fan looked at Yang Meng who jumped out, and sneered: "What's the matter, the defeated generals still want to be heroes?"

"Hmph, what are you, you're just a dog of Yang Tianjiao, and you bark all day long. Yang Meng immediately retorted, saying that it was spittle.

Yang Fan listened to his words, his face suddenly darkened, and he had to change the topic, Yang Fan glanced at Yang Yan, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"What, Yang Yan, I'm here to celebrate you, aren't you welcome?" Yang Fan looked at Yang Yan, and although he said good words, a trace of ridicule and disdain flashed on his lips.

The corners of Yang Yan's mouth slowly raised, and he said, "Oh, yes, then I thank you, if there is nothing else, you can go." Then he made a gesture of please, and sighed lightly, this is coming up to find a beating!

Yang Fan looked at his impatient attitude, his smile gradually solidified, and his face was gloomy, he didn't expect Yang Yan to dare to argue with him, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, waste, say hello, you are still panting, and you don't weigh how many catties and taels you have. ”

"Stride, stomp!" Yang Yan walked on the ground and made footsteps.

"You, are you looking for death?" Yang Yan walked in front of Yang Fan, but his knife-like face was almost attached to Yang Fan's stunned face, with a smile on his lips, and then a punch slammed into his stomach.

Yang Fan looked at Yang Yan in front of him, the corners of his eyes trembled, is this still him?

"Bang" Yang Fan was about to say the cruel words that he was about to say by his sudden punch, and swallowed with his spit.

"You... Will you cultivate......" Yang Fan seemed to be stupid when he flew upside down, talking intermittently, without making any movements, and hurriedly caught it after his followers saw it.

"Hmph...... How about the little cloth? Aren't you just relying on that Yang Tianjiao, who is facing the sky? Yang Meng jumped out again and said loudly sarcastically.

Yang Fan's face was pale, and when he listened to Yang Meng's sarcasm, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and then passed out, and if he didn't wake up, it was estimated that it would be impossible to wake up in a day or two.

"Go, quick. The teenagers who came with them saw Yang Fan suddenly vomiting blood, and hurriedly carried Yang Fan away.

"Brother Yan, well done, I've been seeing this kid unhappy for a long time. Yang Meng watched them walk away, turned to Yang Yan and laughed.

"Ah, Brother Yan, what are you doing? ”

......

Soon, the crowd on the martial arts arena was bustling, standing full of people from the Yang family and the elders invited by the Yang family, with more than 10,000 people, but no one made a big noise, everything was orderly and orderly, and everyone sat quietly in their places.

I saw that there were a few seats on the high platform in front of the martial arts arena, which was the position of the important members of the Yang family and the elders who were invited to enter the God Realm.

On the left side of the venue are some family deacons or the older generation, and on the right side of the venue are the younger generation of the Yang family, everyone is grinding their fists, and the strange thing is that the younger generation is clearly divided into two factions.

Around the martial arts arena are the Yang family guards who maintain order in case of accidents.

And those who came here were on the stairs around the periphery of the martial arts venue.

Yang Meng, who was standing on Yang Yan's left hand, was full of excitement and blushed: "Brother Yan, what rank do you say I will be in this time?"

Yang Yan looked at Yang Meng's clear eyes, like a child seeking knowledge, and said with a smile, "Yang Meng, believe in yourself." He raised his right hand and cheered up.

"I don't know what this family ring competition will talk about. Yang Yan thought to himself.

This family ring is held every five years by the Yang family, one is to see the strength of the younger generation, and the other is to show the family heritage and deter the young.

Just as Yang Yan was pondering, a thin figure passed through the dense crowd and approached in Yang Yan's direction.

"Brother Yan, Brother Meng, I finally found you. I saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man with a bookish face, raising a reddish face to greet the two.

"Well, Xiaowen, you are really becoming more and more like the third uncle, haha" Yang Yan looked at the white-faced boy in front of him and teased with a smile.

The white-faced boy in front of him is the only son of the three elders of the Yang family, usually the third uncle is very spoiled, he is really afraid of breaking in the palm of his hand, and he is afraid of melting in his mouth, Yang Wen did not participate in the family martial arts before, I don't know what happened to the third uncle this time.

"Yo, Xiao Wenzi, you can be regarded as coming, come, stand next to the eldest brother, and I will protect you. Yang Meng pulled Yang Wen to coax a child, pretending to be an adult from time to time, puffing up his chest and talking.

"Ahem, that little Brother Meng, my father told me to follow Brother Xiao Yan. Yang Wen said to Yang Meng with a serious face with huge eyes.

Yang Meng looked at Yang Wen's innocent appearance, he couldn't beat him yet, he had to know that he had been beaten a lot for this, thinking of a hand battle that had been set up in front of the door for more than ten years, he could only sigh and cry secretly, so he smacked his face and said.

If it weren't for the fact that the thing in front of the door was still alive, I would have fought you for three hundred .......... ”

Before Yang Meng finished speaking, Yang Wen seemed to have heard too much of this sentence, so he stayed away from Yang Meng and walked on Yang Yan's right, preparing to crusade against him with Yang Yan.

Yang Meng looked at Yang Wen's mouth shape, and sighed in his heart, this kid is talking bad about me at a glance.

Time passed in the conversation and laughter of the three of them.

"Silence...... "The sound of a bell came from the stage, mixed with the power of divine consciousness, making people instantly quiet.

I saw Yang Tiancang standing on the high platform, his hands slightly raised, his expression was radiant, and now he seemed to be shining like the rising sun.

After all, Yang Tiancang is in the realm of divine travel, and he was worried about family affairs before, and he was restless, so he showed his old age, and when he heard the news that Yang Yan could cultivate in the past few days, this was a beautiful feeling in his heart! It was really a happy event and was in good spirits, not to mention how high-spirited he was, and Yang Zhen, who was next to him, also looked sideways and was surprised.

Yang Tiancang stood on the high platform and said loudly: "Today, it is my Yang family's battle in the ring, and I thank you for coming." Then he hugged his fists and thanked everyone on the field.

"Okay, now I announce that the ring battle has officially begun, each group will draw lots to determine the opponent, and the final two-person decisive battle will be held in the Tianyan Martial Arts Arena to show its glory. Yang Tiancang went straight to the door and started a five-year family battle.

Soon, there was an clerk with a signature paper, and when he arrived in front of Yang Yan, Yang Yan took out a wooden skewer from the box, and saw that the number fifty was written on it.

This number lot, I can't take it, but as long as I get the number sign, I must go to the stage, and Yang Yan used to hide the number lot, so I don't have to play, after all, on the field, my fists and feet are not long-sighted.

"The first group, please get the No. 1 sign to go to the Qinglong ring!"

"In the second group, please get the second sign to go to the White Tiger Ring. ！”

"The third group ......!"

“ .........”

Voices came from all directions, and messages could be heard wherever they were.

Yang Yan looked at the signing numbers of Yang Meng and the others, and saw that Yang Meng was holding the No. 70 sign, while Yang Wen was the No. 9 sign, which was relatively high.

Suddenly, Yang Meng grabbed Yang Yan's left sleeve, "Brother Yan, you must teach me a good lesson for that guy over there." After speaking, he raised his right hand and pointed at it, lest Yang Yan remember it wrongly.

Yang Yan followed the direction of his finger and saw a man about seventeen or eight years old, with short hair, wearing characteristic family clothes, with cuffs rolled up to the middle of his arms, revealing wheat-colored skin, and deep eyes.

Yang Tianjiao seemed to feel that someone was watching him, and he also looked over, just in time to see Yang Yan, Yang Tianjiao smiled at him, his eyes were contemptuous, and then he stopped paying attention and turned his head to look elsewhere.

The five drawn figures jumped into the jousting platform.

"Brother Yang Jie is not good at learning, please ask Brother Yang Ye for advice!"

"Please advise......... ，”

The contestants went into the ring, their eyes fixed on each other.

And the audience was also full of people, cheering and cheering.

"Bang bang," the sound of collision came from the stage, and it continued.

Every time there is a wonderful moment, the people in the audience will let out bursts of cheers.

"This kid is the son of a wolf warrior!" Yang Tiancang looked at a young man in the Qinglong ring, his fist faintly flashed with thunder and lightning, turned his head to Yang Zhanying, and opened his mouth to praise, and couldn't help but show a pleased smile.

Yang Zhanying also paid attention to the field to see which ones had more potential, and when he heard Yang Tiancang ask, he looked at one of the people fighting in the Qinglong ring, and replied: "Yes, he is Yang Jie, the youngest son of the wolf warrior." ”