In a corner of the school field, Yang Hanwu was talking to a young man.

The young man was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in a cyan power suit, with a thin face and a gloomy gaze, with a flash of cold light from time to time.

"Cheng'er, then Yang Xuanneng injured your younger brother Yang Gong in an instant, and his strength is at least eight layers of internal strength, you must not underestimate the enemy. Yang Hanwu said solemnly.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the young man's eyes, and he said: "That Yang Xuan is just a waste, but after cultivating for just a few months, how can he reach the eighth layer of internal strength? ”

Yang Hanwu nodded and said: "A few days ago, that Yang Xuan was only the strength of the seventh layer of internal strength, and in just a short period of effort, it was impossible to become the eighth layer of internal strength, but the hateful thing is that Yang Xuan didn't know what to do, and your brother was talking about him now, and he couldn't even think of revenge!"

"Hmph, I don't care what he does, anyway, this time he will definitely pay for his blood debt!" the young man said hatefully.

This cyan man in a strong suit is Yang Gong's brother Yang Cheng, who has been away from home on weekdays, and after coming back this time, he learned that his younger brother was injured by Yang Xuan, although he was treated in time, and one leg was finally saved, but this hatred could not be dissolved.

Yang Hanwu patted Yang Cheng's shoulder, and while no one was paying attention, he stuffed something into Yang Cheng's hand, and said in a low voice: "This is what I took out of the family treasury, you wear it on your body, just in case!"

Yang Cheng looked down, but he was stunned, he didn't expect his grandfather to take such a thing out of the family treasury and hand it over to him, you know, this is one of the most precious things in the treasure house.

Yang Cheng nodded quietly, put the thing away, and said, "Don't worry, grandpa, I will definitely avenge my brother!"

Yang Hanwu didn't say anything more, just nodded, and turned to leave.

"Yang Xuan?" a sneer appeared on the corner of Yang Cheng's mouth, "I will make life worse than death!"

At one o'clock in the afternoon, as twelve huge bells rang, Yang Qingshan and a group of elders appeared on the wooden platform that had been set up long ago and covered with a red carpet.

At this moment, everyone on the school field fell silent, all looking at the rostrum.

There is no other decoration on the wooden platform, except that nine large pear wood chairs are arranged in a row. Yang Qingshan and the elders sat down one after another.

At this time, Yang Yao, the chief manager, stepped forward, with a serious face, and shouted: "The Yang clan meeting has officially begun!"

As soon as the words fell, the music rang out in unison, and the Yang disciples who had been arranged long ago shouted in unison: "Promote the name of my clan, and vibrate the prestige of my clan!" The voice broke through the sky, and the trees around the school field trembled, and for a while, the momentum was unparalleled.

The annual clan meeting has finally kicked off.

Yang Xuan was still interested at first, but after a while, he fell asleep.

The Yang family's clan meeting is no different from the annual general meeting of some companies in the previous life.

It is nothing more than summing up the present, looking forward to the future, rewarding some people who have made contributions, and announcing some personnel appointments and dismissals.

After a lengthy ceremony, the main event finally came.

After Yang Qingshan's brief speech, the high-profile family competition finally kicked off.

Only three generations of disciples are allowed to participate in the family competition, and the opponent is determined by drawing lots.

At the same time, in order to avoid casualties and lose the family elite, it is forbidden to kill in the competition, but to the point.

After the draw, it only took a few moments for someone to post the matchup.

Yang Xuan participated in the family competition for the first time, so he didn't know the regulations.

At this time, his name was impressively ranked on the thirteenth, and his opponent turned out to be an old acquaintance - Yang Jiaqiang.

Yang Xuan was also a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect that he would meet Yang Jiaqiang first.

What he didn't know was that as soon as the match table came out, when Yang Jiaqiang saw his name and Yang Xuan lined up, his face turned white.

On that day, Yang Xuan almost abused Yang Gong, who was at the seventh layer of internal strength, but he witnessed it with his own eyes, now, how could he have the courage to compete with Yang Xuan on the same stage?

"The competition begins!" As the chief manager Yang Yaozheng shouted, in the wide school field, the family martial arts competition began at the same time on several martial arts rings that had been built long ago.

Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaqiang were assigned to the No. 4 ring, Yang Xuan looked at Yang Jiaqiang who was pale, and a hint of banter flashed in his eyes.

Yang Jiaqiang was beating a drum in his heart at this time, and he knew in his heart that with his sixth-layer cultivation of internal strength, although he was also a top-ranked figure among the three generations of disciples, compared with Yang Xuan, it was very different.

You must know that on that day, Yang Gong was a seventh-layer cultivator of internal strength, but he was almost abused and killed by Yang Xuan, and the gap in strength could not be calculated.

Although he wanted to admit defeat directly, he knew that if he directly admitted defeat today, he would never be able to raise his head in the Yang family in the future.

After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and his heart was open, anyway, there are rules in the family competition, and he can't kill him, and he expected that Yang Xuan would hurt him at most, but he wouldn't kill him.

However, if he knew that Yang Xuan was participating in such a competition for the first time, he didn't know about this regulation, and he didn't know how to feel.

At this time, there were already a lot of people in front of the No. 4 ring, and many people wanted to see why Yang Xuan, a freak who could not cultivate, suddenly became the seventh layer of internal strength, and even many second-generation disciples and family elders also set their sights on here.

Yang Jiaqiang secretly gritted his teeth, and suddenly shouted: "Yang Xuan, come on!"

The sound was loud, startling many unprepared people.

In fact, Yang Jiaqiang shouted like this for a purpose, he wanted to attract the attention of others, so that Yang Xuan would not dare to suddenly kill him.

Although in this way, he will lose face in front of everyone, but it is easier to lose face than being killed by Yang Xuan.

He was really frightened by Yang Xuan's performance that day.

With Yang Jiaqiang shouting, he took the lead in attacking.

I saw him stomp his foot violently, and the whole person jumped high, from top to bottom, and punched Yang Xuan.

This punch Yang Jiaqiang was full of ten successes, it was extremely powerful, and before anyone arrived, the fist stirred the air above the ring, and it was already rushing to the face.

"Okay!" Under the ring, many people saw the power of this punch and let out cheers.

"Yang Jiaqiang's punch is like a tiger, and the internal strength of his body echoes from afar, and he has won the essence of the tiger's roaring fist, which is really powerful!" commented the next person in the ring.

"With the cultivation of the sixth layer of Yang Jiaqiang's internal strength, it is really rare that this punch can send out such a great power!"

"But I don't know how Yang Xuan should deal with it?"

For a while, many people were imagining how to deal with it if they replaced themselves with Yang Xuan.

Just as he was thinking like this, suddenly a huge gasping sound sounded, and the fourth ring suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and everyone's eyes widened and looked at the ring blankly.

Those second-generation disciples who watched the battle were also full of shock, looking at the scene in the ring in disbelief, and even some elders who were secretly watching the battle had their eyes fierce.

On the ring, the picture seemed to be frozen, Yang Xuan's right hand was raised high, and he pinched Yang Jiaqiang's neck tightly, and Yang Jiaqiang's whole body drooped weakly, looking at Yang Xuan with a dull gaze, as if he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

What's going on?

Around the ring, countless people gasped violently. None of them knew what had happened in that moment.

However, there is one person who knows, and that is Yang Jiaqiang.

Yang Jiaqiang used all his internal strength, and when he blasted towards Yang Xuan, he thought that Yang Xuan might dodge and then knock him off the stage with one move, or instead of dodging, he would bombard him, and then he would spurt blood from his mouth and be knocked out.

Yes, the Yang family didn't expect to be able to make a move under Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan's horror had been deeply imprinted in his heart, and even in the depths of his soul, a supreme figure was portrayed, which always made him vigilant and afraid.

However, what he didn't expect was that just as he was about to hit Yang Xuan with all his punch, he suddenly saw a smile on the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth.

At that moment, like in slow motion, he clearly saw the smile on the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth, and clearly saw Yang Xuan slowly raise his hand and gently pinch it towards his throat.

He couldn't dodge, couldn't dodge at all.

When Yang Xuan raised his hand, he seemed to feel a scorching power surrounding Yang Xuan's hand, and then, his internal strength disappeared in an instant as if it was burned by this force, and then he watched Yang Xuan's hand pinch his throat lightly.

Yang Jiaqiang felt that Yang Xuan's hand pinching his neck was like a red-hot soldering iron, and his whole body couldn't help but spasm when it was hot, and he seemed to smell the fragrance of barbecue. In an instant, the courage he had finally mustered disappeared without a trace, and great fear swept over him.

"Don't, don't kill...... Me!"

Yang Jiaqiang's eyes were full of fear and pleading, and at this moment, he finally deeply understood Yang Gong's feelings that day.

A fine light shot out of Yang Xuan's eyes, which pierced deeply into Yang Jiaqiang's eyes, and from it, he saw supplication, fear, overwhelm, awe, and - surrender!

Looking at Yang Jiaqiang's appearance, Yang Xuan suddenly wanted to laugh.

With a wave of his hand, Yang Jiaqiang was thrown off the stage and made a heavy noise.

It was only at this point that everyone reacted, and the exclamations came one after another.

"One move? There is only one move? Am I not mistaken?"

"What just happened? Who saw it?"

"Ah, look at Yang Jiaqiang's neck!"

A person who was relatively close to Yang Jiaqiang suddenly exclaimed.

When everyone heard the sound, they couldn't help but gasp again, only to see a clear handprint appear on Yang Jiaqiang's neck, as if it had been branded.