ChineseHearing the sound and turning around, Zhang Yang saw a young woman wearing a Liuxian skirt coming, the white and blue patterns on the Liuxian skirt were intertwined, and at a glance, he thought it was a moving blue and white porcelain.

The man clasped his hands in front of his chest, his face showed no expression, and his eyes were full of hostility.

After walking in, Zhang Yang noticed that behind the woman's back, there was a sharp sword on her back. The hilt of the sword is not long, but it is carved with delicate patterns.

"Who are you?" Zhang Yang only glanced at twice, then withdrew his gaze and asked in a voice that was neither salty nor light.

In the face of Zhang Yang's words, before the woman could answer, the people present were already in an uproar.

Everyone looked at Zhang Yang's gaze, just like seeing aliens, a group of three, a group of five began to talk to each other.

Although Zhang Yang couldn't hear what they were talking about, judging from their exaggerated reactions, the status of this person in front of him in the Linghan Palace should not be low.

However, in Zhang Yang's view, whether his status is low or not has nothing to do with him. High status does not mean that it is arrogant and unreasonable.

Now he really needs to establish his prestige in the Linghan Palace as soon as possible, otherwise, the cat and the dog will really have to kick his nose in the face.

"I am Lu Zihan's sister Lu Xinhan, and I am also your teacher of actual combat fighting, I have heard of you, the champion of the global martial arts competition. ”

"But I think what you should learn when you're new to the game is to keep a low profile, not to be immersed in that so-called aura, and the champion of the big competition is really nothing in our opinion. ”

"To put it more bluntly, even if others are crying and begging me to be the champion, I still have to think about it. Lu Xinhan's very direct, understated words revealed her disdain for publicity.

After these words, the wind of words changed violently, and the soft voice disappeared, replaced by suppression from above,

"Since you want to move my sister, then you can fight me first, as long as you can beat me, my sister can fight as much as you want!"

"Okay, then let's get started!" Zhang Yang didn't think about it, he was extremely refreshed, and agreed sonorously.

Hearing Zhang Yang's words and seeing his natural expression, everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes and pout, tilting their heads while talking about it.

"This kid took the wrong medicine, did he dare to fight with Teacher Lu?"

"In my impression, Mr. Lu has never lost!"

"It's not just that I haven't lost, as long as I've fought with her, I've basically been in bed for a month or two!"

"That's great, just look at this unpleasantness, don't let him recuperate for a few months, even if you beat him to death, I will raise my hands in favor. In fact, the more calm and calm Zhang Yang became, the more Lu Xinhan felt faceless.

The competitive ** in Lu Xinhan's heart was directly raised, and he didn't want to show mercy to his subordinates.

"In that case, let's get started!" the words fell, and the onlookers stepped back very tacitly, keeping their distance from them as much as possible to avoid being injured by mistake.

Lu Xinhan's face was calm, his powder fists were clenched, and through the void, he punched Zhang Yang. What appeared in this punch was not a fist style, but sharp and sharp ice tips.

These ice tips were like bows and arrows, rushing towards Zhang Yang. Each ice tip is rushing towards the fatal point of Zhang Yang, not only is it extremely fast, but also the angle is very tricky, and it is difficult to dodge.

Since this was Zhang Yang's first time fighting a warrior from the Northern Regions, Zhang Yang appeared very cautious in the face of an unfamiliar opponent.

He didn't fight hard as usual, but gritted his teeth and threw himself to the side as fast as he could.

Zhang Yang turned sideways and rolled on the ground several times in a row before barely dodging this sudden attack.

Zhang Yang's clothes were covered with dust, not to mention how embarrassed he looked. Seeing Zhang Yang like this, these people didn't mention how excited they were, and they coaxed around one by one.

"The champion of the global martial arts competition? ”

"With his strength, he is still compared to Teacher Lu? Even I can beat him to the ground, it turns out that men have such a waste!" Lu Xinhan was like an ice sculpture, and his whole body exuded a cold, repulsive aura thousands of miles away.

In her blazing eyes, there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation, and at this moment, she was more like a cold-blooded animal.

"Let's end the competition between the two of us, I don't want to waste time on you, I feel ashamed to compete with a waste like you!" Lu Xinhan, who finished saying this, raised his right hand and pulled out the sword behind his back.

Zhang Yang saw Lu Xinhan take out his weapon, Zhang Yang was not ambiguous, he took out his broom, clenched his hands, and looked murderous.

Hahaha...... Before he could do anything, there was an extremely shrill laughter all around. The men laughed with no mention of their joy, holding their hands on their stomachs, leaning forward and backward, and constantly stomping on the ground with their feet.

For them, whatever action is more pompous, use whatever action is. Only in this way can we express our inner contempt for flamboyance.

As disciples of the Linghan Palace, they are also very good in the Northern Regions, but they have never seen a broom used as a weapon.

Lu Xinhan shook her head speechlessly, she even glanced at Lu Zihan with a very resentful gaze, her expression was very puzzled, she didn't understand at all, how could Lu Zihan lose to such a ****!

Lu Xinhan, who shook his head helplessly, raised his sword directly, without any warning, let alone the slightest hesitation, and slashed at Zhang Yang with a sword.

The sword arrived, but there was no sword qi, but in the void, it condensed into a long sword composed of ice, and this long sword was wrapped around the wisps of true qi that shuttled like a swimming dragon, and slashed straight away.

Zhang Yang no longer showed any mercy to his subordinates, and there was no fear in the face of this seemingly terrifying blow, holding a broom in his hand, and striding forward to meet the meteor.

For Zhang Yang's bold move, everyone was dumbfounded, and everyone thought that Zhang Yang was crazy.

"This fool, shouldn't he want to use a broom to cut off Mr. Lu's sword?" This voice full of incomprehension and confusion just sounded, Zhang Yang had already rushed to the side of the long ice sword, only to see him swinging his broom quickly, and kept hitting the ice sword with the broom.

Every time you hit it, it makes a crisp sound. The smiles on the faces of the onlookers had not yet dissipated, but their eyes were wide and their mouths were open.

The stunned look, coupled with the smile that didn't dissipate, that feeling, it looks so funny.

Everyone saw it clearly, Zhang Yang used the broom in his hand to forcibly cut the ice sword released by Lu Xinhan into pieces.

The sword qi is connected to the heart, because the temperature in the northern region is too low, the sword qi is directly solidified, and the ice sword that is slashed by Zhang Yang is equivalent to breaking Lu Xinhan's sword qi.

Lu Xinhan's face was pale and bloodless, and there was a burst of qi and blood tumbling in her body, even if she tried her best to control it, the whole person still took several steps back.

The originally lively atmosphere of the square suddenly became a lot more depressing. Everyone present is not a fool, everyone can see that in this round just now, Lu Xinhan suffered a loss.

Faced with this result, everyone could not accept it for a while, and their mood could not be calm for a long time. Lu Xinhan is the teacher who is the best at hand-to-hand combat in Linghan Palace, and in the face of a son who has just arrived, will he actually suffer?

Of course, Lu Xinhan also knew that this situation was very embarrassing, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she worked hard and prepared to make a more crazy move.

But at this moment, Bei Weiwei, the palace master of the Linghan Palace, walked over quickly, and her voice was very penetrating,

"Don't compare, I have something to look for you. After hearing Bei Weiwei's voice, Zhang Yang carried the broom on his shoulder, curious about what Bei Weiwei was looking for him.

It was Lu Xinhan who looked very dissatisfied,

"Palace Master, can't you wait for the competition to be over, I know what you're trying to do!"

"Zhang Yang brought this son back by you, you want to play a round for him, so that he won't lose ugly!" Lu Xinhan was really angry, and his words were very direct.

Faced with such words, Bei Weiwei didn't get angry, kept shaking her head, and explained in a loud voice: "I'm not playing for Zhang Yang, I'm helping you, I don't want you to make a fool of yourself in front Chinese of everyone!"