At this time, a second-generation disciple who acted as a referee reacted, and hurriedly said loudly: "No. 4 ring, Yang Xuansheng!"

Yang Xuan nodded when he heard this, and slowly walked out of the ring, and everywhere he went, everyone looked complicated, and involuntarily got out of the way.

This former waste has finally stood up.

Many people think back to Yang Xuan in the past and can't help but sigh.

Yang Jiaqiang had already struggled to stand up, he touched the handprint on his neck, and the clear pain hit his nerves one after another.

After the first round of the competition, the second round was followed. This time, Yang Xuan in the crowd looked at the battle table, but couldn't help but be stunned, because behind his name, the word Yang Jiaxue was written.

"This ......" Yang Xuan didn't know what to say.

A huge gong was struck, and the second round began.

On the fourth ring, Yang Jiaxue and Yang Xuan stood opposite each other.

Yang Xuan hadn't seen Yang Jiaxue for a long time, and when he saw Yang Jiaxue again at this time, his heart was also warm.

And Yang Jiaxue, after stepping into the ring, looked at Yang Xuan with curiosity, and even, looking at it, she actually walked over and began to circle around Yang Xuan, looking up and down while turning, and touching her chin with her hand, looking thoughtful.

The ring has long been surrounded by water, and when I saw this scene at this time, I was also staring at it with big eyes, and I didn't know what the two were doing.

Yang Xuan suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Why are you white again? Tell me, how did you turn white?"

After turning for a long time, Yang Jiaxue stopped, it seemed that a kitten had found his beloved toy, the little stars in his eyes, and asked curiously.

Yang Xuan was nothing, but the audience fell down.

Yang Xuan couldn't help but have a headache, this little girl, don't you know that this is a martial arts competition?

Yang Jiaxue didn't care about whether she competed or not, and asked, "Say it quickly!"

Yang Xuan said with a cold face: "We are in a martial arts competition, you should be serious!"

At this time, Yang Qingshan, who was secretly observing here, couldn't help but have black lines on his head.

"I throw in the towel!"

Yang Jiaxue suddenly raised her voice, winked at Yang Xuan, and whispered, "Come on!" After speaking, she jumped out of the ring.

Looking at Yang Jiaxue, Yang Xuan only felt a warmth in his heart, he knew that Yang Jiaxue didn't want to do anything with him, so he chose this way to end the competition.

The competition between Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaxue ended dramatically, and after the referee stupidly announced that Yang Xuan had won, and Yang Xuan jumped out of the ring and left, everyone in the audience was still staring at each other, and they didn't know how to react for a while.

Because the competition between Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaxue ended earlier, at this time, there are still many competitions in the ring that have not ended.

Therefore, Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaxue walked under a ring and watched the competition.

The competition in the ring has reached the point of white heat, the two of them are dressed in white, and the other is dressed in blue, both of them are the cultivation of the sixth layer of internal strength, and the level of martial arts cultivation is quite close.

After watching it for a while, the two still didn't know whether they won or lost, Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaxue looked bored, and when they were about to leave, a voice suddenly said: "Yang Xuan, do you think which of the two of them will win?"

Yang Xuan turned his head to see that a man with a thin face and gloomy eyes was looking at him.

Yang Xuanran recognized this person, and this person was Yang Gong's brother, Yang Cheng.

It is rumored that Yang is only twenty-five years old, but he is already a cultivator at the peak of the eighth layer of internal strength, and he is one of the most outstanding disciples of the Yang family.

"I guess the one in white will win!" Yang Xuan retracted his gaze.

"Oh, then I guess the one in blue will win!" a sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Cheng's mouth.

After speaking, he flicked his fingers, and a small stone instantly struck the crook of the white-clothed disciple's leg.

He was originally a cultivator at the peak of the eighth layer of internal strength, but at this time, it was a sneak attack, the stone instantly disappeared into the air, castration was like lightning, plus his movements were small and fast, and the elders were relatively far away, so this time, except for Yang Xuan, no one found out.

Seeing that the stone was about to hit the crook of the white-clothed disciple's leg, a faint golden light flashed, and the stone suddenly turned into powder a few meters away from the crook of the white-clothed disciple's leg, without causing any impact on the white-clothed disciple.

Yang Cheng's face froze, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, because he didn't see how Yang Xuan made a move at all.

Under his induction, Yang Xuan has always carried his hands behind his back, and he has not moved, but the stones he emitted will never turn into powder out of thin air, he can be sure that it must be Yang Xuan's doing, but how did he do it?

For a while, Yang Cheng was shocked.

Yang Xuan glanced at him with an indifferent expression.

In terms of speed, Jin Yue Slash is much faster than his pebbles.

Just when Yang Cheng was in shock, the blue-clothed disciple may have been impetuous and unstable for a while due to the long-term invincibility, revealing a flaw, and the white-clothed disciple seized the opportunity and kicked him in the chest, thus winning the game.

Yang Cheng's face turned blue, he snorted heavily, and turned to leave.

The second round of the competition is finally over, and with the sound of a gong, the third round of the competition begins.

Layer by layer elimination, under such cruel competition, as long as you lose one, you will lose the qualification to advance, yes, everyone took out twelve points of spirit and dealt with it carefully.

There are byes in between, but Yang Xuan is obviously not so lucky, he will meet a new opponent in each round, fortunately, these people are not very strong, and Yang Xuan won easily.

After a few rounds, there were only twelve left.

These twelve people, except for Yang Xuan, the dark horse, are all family elites, who have been cultivating for a long time, and they are all experienced and experienced. Among them, the lowest cultivation is also the cultivation of the seventh layer peak, and they are all characters who can take charge of themselves.

A new round of matchup table came out, Yang Xuan looked up, his eyes couldn't help but stare at it, only to see that his opponent in this round was Yang Cheng.

Not far away, Yang Cheng also saw the new matchup, and when he saw that his opponent was Yang Xuan, a hideous smile appeared on his face.

Night has quietly fallen, and countless huge torches have already been erected around the school grounds, reflecting a ring in the center of the school field as bright as day.

With a loud gong sound, this round of martial arts competition finally began.