The turmoil along the way did not affect Wang Lin's mood, and the tiger would not care about the taunts of the flies.

Wang Lin and Wang Yurou came to the competition arena and found a corner to sit down.

At this time, the competition arena was almost full.

Soon, the annual meeting of the Wang family officially began.

Wang Boxian walked to the center of the venue and said some nonsense such as "thank you to your fathers and fellow villagers for cheering up" and "Wang's family is shining".

Finally, Wang Boxian cleared his throat, "Everyone may know that our Wancheng Wang family is going to hold a clan meeting this year. ”

Wang Boxian deliberately added "we" in front of "Wancheng Wang's family", and such a move did not escape the ears of everyone in the audience.

"It's just a side branch, when do people treat you as a family?"

"That is, if he is really a member of the "Wancheng Wang Family", why should he spend half his life in Qingyang City, where birds don't, wouldn't it be better to go to Wancheng early!"

The discussion of the audience did not affect Wang Boxian's mood, Wang Boxian still continued with a smile: "So, taking advantage of this annual meeting, we want to elect a young man to represent our royal family in Qingyang City and participate in the clan meeting in Wancheng. ”

"For the sake of fairness, all the children of the Wang family, as long as they are under the age of eighteen, can participate in this competition, and the final winner will be eligible to participate in the annual meeting of the Wancheng Wang family. ”

When he said this, Wang Boxian's eyes deliberately looked at Wang Heng who was sitting in the audience.

In his opinion, this qualification belongs to Wang Heng.

Among the younger generation of the Wang family, only Wang Heng has reached the Xuanji Realm, although it is only the early stage of the Xuanji Realm, it is enough to be proud of the juniors of the Wang family.

What's more, a few days ago, Wang Boxian spent a lot of money in the ghost market to buy the top-grade martial arts "Liuyun Swordsmanship", these days, Wang Heng practiced day and night, and has basically mastered this set of swordsmanship.

"What else is there to compare with, Brother Heng's cultivation, everyone knows it, I think this quota belongs to Brother Heng!"

As soon as Wang Boxian's words fell, Wang Dong, who was sitting behind Wang Heng, said loudly.

"That's right, Brother Heng's cultivation in the Xuanji Realm, I don't dare to do anything with him!"

Wang Cheng echoed.

"Just let Brother Heng go to the clan meeting on behalf of us, what kind of martial arts are you competing?"

"Yes, I'm for it!"

For a while, people in the audience expressed their support for Wang Heng to go to Wancheng to participate in the clan meeting.

Wang Heng is among the younger generation of the Wang family, and he has a father who is the head of the family, and many people in the younger generation of the Wang family are attached to him.

These people are the younger generation of the Wang family who are relatively close to Wang Heng, so they are naturally on Wang Heng's side.

The words of everyone in the audience made Wang Boxian's face appear with an irrepressible smile.

Wang Heng, who sat down on the stage, also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, obviously very satisfied with the current situation.

"Participating in the Wancheng clan meeting is not a trivial matter, and we must select a person who really has the strength to represent our Wang family. You just decided on the candidate, isn't it a bit hasty? ”

Just when everyone thought that the overall situation had been decided, and Wang Heng would represent the Wang family to participate in the Wancheng clan meeting, a voice appeared, breaking the harmonious scene.

Wang Boxian's eyes followed the direction from which the voice came, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The person who spoke was dressed in a gray shirt, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a very great face. Although he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, he was born extremely strong, and sitting there was like a small mountain.

This person's name is Wang Zhuang, and his cultivation is not bad, and it is said that he has reached the Great Perfection of the Yellow Extreme Realm, and he is only one step away from reaching the Xuan Extreme Realm.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Wang Zhuang simply stood up and walked towards the middle of the field, "Wang Heng, come, let's take two moves, let me see if you represent the strength of our Qingyang City Wang family!"

Wang Heng frowned slightly, but then smiled slightly, got up from his seat, and walked over to Wang Zhuang.

For such a situation, Wang Boxian has been prepared for a long time. Although he is the head of the Wang family in Qingyang City, not everyone obeys him, and Wang Zhuang's father, Wang Ji, is one of them.

In that case, let's see the real chapter on the fists and feet.

He has confidence in Wang Heng's strength.

The two teenagers walked to the center of the martial arts arena and stood still, Wang Boxian came to the two of them, "This martial arts competition, the main thing is to learn from each other, only the winner is the winner, both of you are children of the Wang family, when you shoot, you must be measured!"

Wang Boxian briefly explained a few words, then walked down from the competition arena and returned to his seat to sit down.

Wang Zhuang and Wang Heng clasped their fists and saluted each other, and without saying anything, they fought together.

Wang Zhuang's exercises are taking a fierce route, the moves are wide open and closed, the two fists are like two hammers, flying up and down, and every punch is struck, bringing a gust of wind.

"This king is so strong and powerful!"

Many of the people in the stands saw Wang Zhuang make a move for the first time, and they were quite surprised that Wang Zhuang could have such strength.

On the other hand, Wang Heng's playing rules are much more flexible, and the changes in his moves seem to be random, but his moves are not far from Wang Zhuang's key points.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two on the field were inseparable, and everyone in the audience feasted their eyes.

"This Wang Zhuang really has two hits, no wonder he dares to go up and challenge Wang Heng, this move is really solid!"

"Well, this competition is a bit interesting, and it's not in vain that we came to this Wang family's annual meeting. ”

"It seems that the two are evenly matched, and it's really hard to say who wins and who loses. ”

Although the two are fighting back and forth now, Wang Lin can see that Wang Zhuang is just fighting with Wang Heng with brute force, and Wang Heng has not used all his strength at all, so if this continues, as long as Wang Zhuang is not strong, he will be defeated by Wang Heng.

At this moment, the situation on the field changed abruptly

As soon as Wang Heng's move changed, the speed of his shot suddenly accelerated, and he hit Wang Zhuang's body several times in succession.

At this time, Wang Zhuang's clothes were suddenly shattered, revealing his strong upper body, and the green tendons on his arms that were as thick as ordinary people's calves were exposed, which looked very terrifying.

"Wang Heng, you take my punch!"

As Wang Zhuang shouted, his fist slammed into Wang Heng.

With his shot, the strong wind was howling, and even those sitting on the sidelines could feel the power of Wang Zhuang's punch.

"What an imposing punch!"

Everyone in the audience was shocked by Wang Zhuang's punch, and they all let out an exclamation.

Wang Ji looked at the power of Wang Zhuang's punch and smiled slightly, "A few days ago, Zhuang'er's 'Barbarian King Fist' has been officially cultivated to the second layer!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Wang family was shocked.

Barbarian King Boxing is a middle-grade martial art handed down by the Wang family.

It's just that this Barbarian King Fist has quite high requirements for cultivators, and ordinary Wang family disciples have no way to get started.

Moreover, the cultivation of the Barbarian King Fist is time-consuming and laborious, and the speed of increasing combat power cannot be compared with other martial arts, so there are very few children of the Wang family who practice this set of medium-grade martial arts.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhuang had already cultivated the Barbarian King Fist to the second level.

Everyone in the audience looked at Wang Zhuang's punch and couldn't help but sweat for Wang Heng.

Even Wang Boxian did not have the previous calmness, and there was a little nervousness in his eyes when he looked at the martial arts arena.