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On the Ye family's martial arts field, the biennial family competition is in full swing.

The martial arts arena is on the top of a hill, and there is a hill not far away, and there is a pavilion on the top of the mountain.

At this moment, there are nine teenagers sitting in the gazebo, leisurely sipping tea, and occasionally glimpsing the competition on the martial arts arena.

These nine people are nine of the ten elite children.

The top ten elite children, among the juniors under the age of eighteen, the genius among the geniuses, has always been the future family pillar of the Ye family's key cultivation, enjoying all the cultivation resources provided by the family.

The ten elite children, among the ordinary children of the Ye family, are almost god-like existences, and the gods and dragons don't see the end on weekdays, if it weren't for the family competition, these nine people would not get together.

Among the pavilions, the ten elite children are the only one absent.

This person is Ye Kuangyin, who has been ranked first for two consecutive years!

The children of the nine elites, self-respecting identity, disdain to watch the game of a group of lowly wastes in the martial arts arena.

Ye Kuangyin, as the son of the patriarch, is a dragon and a phoenix among the people, and he is arrogant, and even the ten elders respect him for three points.

He is even more self-respecting, and he disdains to drink tea and chat with these nine people!

"Brother Leng Chan, who do you like the most about these wastes in the martial arts arena?"

Ye Weilun, who ranked fifth among the elite children, dressed in white, took a leisurely sip of tea, and looked at a black-clothed young man who did not smile and looked cold. Most // fast // more // new // on // in the black // rock // pavilion

"Ye Aotian!"

Ye Lengchan is seventeen or eighteen years old, ranking second among elite children, with cold mouths and cold faces, and a ruthless heart.

"Leng Shi, I don't see any fun with your cousin, frisky and impetuous, with an embroidered pillow! I am most optimistic about Ye Crazy Lion, this kid ranked first in the last general competition, and the first place in this session is still his! Maybe it can still threaten our elite children!"

Ye Moth, who ranked third, is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with short boy-like hair and a red dress, like a flame, with a hot personality and a bold personality.

"Cut, Ye Crazy Lion, this waste didn't measure himself last year, and he actually wanted to challenge me, but I didn't break three ribs!

Ye Feixiong, who ranked tenth, has a **** upper back, has strong muscles, and is as strong as copper tendons and iron bones.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Miss Ziyan to actually participate in the competition, I am most optimistic about her! I am willing to give her the position of my top ten elite children!"

Ye Xiao, who ranked ninth, is well-dressed, hand-cranked folding fan, and graceful.

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Martial arts field, total clan competition.

"No. 77 Ye Bashan vs. No. 28 Ye Xuan!"

Soon, the referee of the fifth group called Ye Xuan's name.

Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, the "one-eyed" essence flashed, and then slowly got up and walked towards the fifth group of rings unhurriedly.

Ye Bashan, a son of the general clan, sixteen or seventeen years old, nearly two meters tall, black and strong like a tower, took a long step, and swept into the ring with one stride.

Although Ye Bashan is at the bottom of the total clan rankings, he still looks down on Ye Xuan, a child of the clan.

"Dealing with a clan boy like you, I can take you out of the ring with just one move!"

Ye Xuan walked slowly towards the ring, anxious cotyleon Ye Bashan had already waited impatiently, standing in the ring with his eyes wide open, his sandbag-sized fist crackling, and the roar was like thunder.

As soon as Ye Xuan stepped into the ring, the aura of Ye Bashan's Martial Arts Quadruple Late Stage was like a collapsed broken wall, and it suddenly pressed towards him.

Intermediate low-level martial arts thunderbolt hammer!

Ye Bashan roared violently, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, picked up his hammer-like fist, and smashed it fiercely on the top of Ye Xuan's head!

Tiger Fist!

Ye Xuan sneered, the bones of his whole body crackled, his physical strength instantly condensed, raised his fist, and blasted towards the "iron hammer" smashed in the air without any fancy fancy!

Although Ye Xuan is crazy, he is extremely measured, the children of the general clan are different from the children of the sub-clan, although they still use pure physical strength, but they use the Fuhu Fist instead.

The fierce Fuhu Fist, combined with the strong physical strength, doubles the strength, like a tiger with wings.

"Wow, isn't this sub-clan kid crazy? He actually doesn't release the aura of martial arts, and with pure physical strength and elementary martial arts, he can resist the fists of the children of the fourfold clan of martial arts!"

"Ye Bashan has won with strength, this kid actually attacked his strengths, isn't this looking for death!"

"Boy flash flash, are you crazy!"

"Look, this kid is going to be smashed into meatloaf!"

……

Most of the young people in the audience didn't know Ye Xuan, and the audience who paid attention to the fifth group of rings was in an uproar.

Before the fists intersected, a sonic boom crackled in mid-air, and the air within a kilometer of the surrounding area seemed to be compressed into substance!

Ye Bashan laughed excitedly, he had absolute confidence, if this punch went down, the opponent's entire arm would be broken into seven or eight pieces!

Bang!

The two fists intersected, and Ye Bashan frantically poured all the strength of his body into his fists, striving to smash a satisfactory effect!

However, Ye Bashan suddenly felt that his opponent had hidden his strength without a trace!

His powerful punch was like smashing into the water, empty!

Ye Bashan's eyes widened, and he watched his opponent's fist as if it had been rubbed with oil, and it slid down his arm to his elbow!

Not good!

Ye Bashan's heart chuckled, and the next moment he felt his opponent's fist spew out a powerful force like a flash flood!

Click!!

A terrible fracture sounded!

Ye Bashan's elbow was shattered, and one arm was broken into seven or eight knots, which was completely scrapped!

"Ah......h

Ye Bashan curled up on the ground and screamed like a pig.

Ye Bashan boasted that he turned Ye Xuan with one move, but he kicked off the iron plate, but was overturned by Ye Xuan with one move!

"No. 28 Ye Xuan wins!"

The referee didn't expect such a result, and was stunned for a moment before announcing the result.

Ye Xuan didn't even glance at Ye Bashan, easily swept off the ring, and slowly returned to the stands.

Without releasing the breath of martial arts, with purely physical strength, he actually broke the arm of a late martial arts quadruple opponent with one punch, which made the audience who despised Ye Xuan in the audience be surprised.

"What a subtle move! This doesn't seem to be a move in the Tiger Fist, but it has the charm of the Tiger Fist, what's going on?"

"At the moment when the power collided, it actually turned rigidity into softness, even if the Fuhu Fist was cultivated to the Great Perfection Realm, it would not be possible to have such an effect!"

"Wow, it's too exaggerated, the beginner-level and middle-level martial arts Fuhu Fist has actually played to the realm of not being weaker than the middle-level low-level martial arts thunderbolt hammer, how can this be?"

"What's this boy's name? He's a freak!"

……

Among the viewers who paid attention to the fifth group of rings, only a few people saw Ye Xuan's rebellion.

A bald elder sitting on the rostrum drinking tea and watching the battle, that is, Ye Zhenglong, the elder who managed the Zangwu Pavilion, accidentally discovered Ye Xuan's figure, and he had some impressions of this young man at the beginning.

Because Ye Xuan didn't listen to his advice, he chose the dangerous evil skill "Divine Movement".

Ye Xuan crossed the level and won with one move, even he didn't see the true strength of this kid, which gave him a lot of shock.

I was especially amazed that Fu Hu Fist was actually played by him to the realm of intermediate martial arts, which was also too contrary to common sense!

"It turns out that this kid also chose Fuhu Fist at the beginning! Well, yes, it seems that this kid of the clan listened to my advice and didn't practice the "Divine Movement Chapter", otherwise he would have gone crazy a long time ago!"

Ye Zhenglong nodded with satisfaction, feeling that Ye Xuan, a young man from the clan, should be a manufacturable material, and he kept a heart in his heart, looking forward to his appearance again.

"Hmph, it's just a big stupid guy at the bottom, what's the big deal! I'll let you taste my methods later!"

Ye Aotian was also assigned to the fifth group, he had already planned to kill Ye Xuan by "mistake" later, anyway, his father was an elder in the clan, and the family would not punish him too much.

Although he couldn't guess Ye Xuan's true strength, and was shocked by his physical strength and magical martial arts, Ye Aotian made a breakthrough last night, which skyrocketed his self-confidence.

Now, Ye Aotian, who has broken through again, let alone Ye Xuan, he doesn't even care about the top ten elite children!

"Brother Aotian, you can play with the mouse for a while, and then kill him! I like to see him slowly tortured to death!"

Ye Min licked her tender red cherry lips, and her bloodshot eyes showed a light of expectation, excitement, and viciousness.

The competition continued, and soon it was Su Ziyan's turn to take the stage.

When she descended into the fourth group of rings like a fairy, she immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

Su Ziyan was "very unlucky", and when she came up, she met Ye Feiyang, the eighth place in the last general competition!

Ye Feiyang is seventeen or eighteen years old, with white skin and red lips, and his eyes are like stars, and he is one of the most beautiful men in the Ye family.

"Hello Miss Ziyan, it's an honor to be your opponent!"

Ye Feiyang couldn't help but be excited in his heart, smiled conceitedly, bowed to Su Ziyan, and showed his best side.

"Let's get started!"

Su Ziyan didn't want to talk nonsense with this kind of young girl's girly fat powder man, she smiled coldly, her slender jade fingers were like a void stroking the piano, and gently stroked out a few pleasant and beautiful piano sounds, Zheng Zheng comprehensive, and a few invisible energies rushed towards Ye Feiyang!

"Miss Ziyan, be careful—intermediate-level and mid-level martial arts five Luo Qinglian palms!"

Unable to feel the fluctuations of the opponent's breath, Ye Feiyang reduced the strength of the martial arts five to the lowest, and slapped a palm with one hand with pity.

No one could see Su Ziyan's strength, and everyone couldn't help but worry about her!

Just when Ye Feiyang's palm was still half a foot away from Su Ziyan's fragrant shoulder, Su Ziyan was like stroking a qin, and a trace of invisible energy plucked out at random had penetrated into the opponent's body like a steel wire!

"Ahh

Ye Feiyang shouted, followed by a heel, and fell out of the ring!

Su Ziyan won with one move, and she won elegantly and freely!

The entire martial arts arena was silent, and then a tidal wave of applause broke out, and everyone finally saw the strength of the goddess, but still no one knew how strong the goddess was in martial arts!

Because Su Ziyan didn't show the slightest fluctuation of her breath at all!

Under the gaze of countless adoring eyes, Su Ziyan's jade body turned slightly, the purple shadow flashed, and the fragrant wind burst.

The next moment, it had fallen back to the stands like a fairy.