Chapter 20: The Left Hand of the Grim Reaper

In the early morning of the second day, there were still 100,000 people gathered around the square, and the five-year sect selection meeting was not something that could be seen in ordinary times, and there were so many Tianjiao, which sect they would worship under the sect, which also caused a lot of controversy.

In the streets, alleys and markets, gambling games have been opened, and in their spare time, the odds of these handicaps have also spread throughout the original city.

On the pavilion where Yu's house was located, a group of people gathered together and talked in a whisper, and the person at the head was none other than the seventh master Yu Zhanyue.

"Yoko defeated Luo Junyao of the Second Rank Yuan Division in the previous battle, and the odds dropped from one to ten to one to five all of a sudden."

"Is this a top-10 odds, or a top-20 odds?" Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

"Naturally, it is the odds of the top three, Yoko defeated the Yuan Master, among the more than 10,000 teenagers who participated in the selection, how many Yuan Shi can be, if it weren't for the poor cultivation, they might all be the favorites to win the first place now." Yu Zhanyue looked back with an unkind face, but the next moment, his mouth was wide open, and he didn't dare to speak for a long time.

The "big brother" standing in front of him was Yu Zhanpeng.

"Can I bet with Yuanshi?" Yu Zhanpeng didn't have too much expression, and took out a bag of yuan stones casually.

"Yes, you can." Yu Zhanyue nodded subconsciously.

"One hundred medium-grade yuan stones, press my son into the top three."

"Big ...... Big brother, one hundred medium-grade spirit stones, but I have half a year's mining volume in the Jiayuan stone vein. Yu Zhanyue's face was bitter, if those clan elders knew that he would take half a year's yuan stone output to bet, he would definitely not spare himself, as for the initiator Yu Zhanpeng, as the head of the family, naturally no one dared to blame him.

"I've seen the sorting, the No. 8 ring, except for a woman from the first-grade Danian Master Realm, the rest are all monks from the Yuanshi Realm, not my son's opponent, you can rest assured that the bet is, I will bear all the consequences." Yu Zhanpeng said goodbye and walked away, leaving a group of casino veterans who looked at each other, each silent.

"The first battle in the No. 8 ring, Yu Yang vs. Tang Feng." With the shouts of the adjudicators in the ring, everyone in the Yu family rushed to the windowsill again, looking at the No. 8 ring.

Two teenagers, one in front of the other, landed on the stage at the same time, bowing to each other.

"Brother Yu's cultivation is profound, please be merciful to your subordinates." Holding a folding fan, the polite blue-shirted young man, during the salute, his face was like a spring breeze, the stretched sword eyebrows, and his elegant posture caused many onlookers in the audience to scream.

"Uh" The corners of Yu Yang's mouth twitched slightly, the star chasers in his previous life, this kid is the first little white-faced character he has seen since he was reborn.

"Huh" thinking, the other party took the lead, a few steps to Yu Yang's body, the folding fan opened suddenly, the fan was painted with a few bewitching women with only a few wisps, just a wave, the woman on the fan seemed to come to life, the smart pupils looked directly at Yu Yang, making his heart tremble.

"There are weird" Yu Yang insisted that his mind was clear, his spiritual thoughts swept away all distracting thoughts, and his right hand took the short blade horizontally, stepped forward, and stabbed the fan with a blow.

The sound of the "Qiang" gold and iron collision did not bring Yu Yang too much surprise and shock, and he dared to use a folding fan to face the enemy, which was used by those pretentious literati and scholars to deceive the little girl.

"Huh" The blade edge rubbed against the fan surface, taking away a spark, Yu Yang suddenly lowered his figure, his palm loosened, and the short blade lost the strength of the blessing and fell violently, but it was caught by Yu Yang's right hand in mid-air, and his footsteps changed direction halfway at the same time, and he quickly stabbed Tang Feng's armpit.

"Good means" Tang Feng exclaimed, and retreated without hurrying, his wrist seemed to dance softly, and with a wave and a pick, he could easily defuse every attack of Yu Yang.

The means of unloading the sneak attack failed, and Yu Yang did not have the tendency to stop attacking, his left hand suddenly touched his waist, and his footsteps did not stop, running around Tang Feng's right side.

"Peach Blossom Fan" Tang Feng's complexion changed, his middle finger suddenly penetrated the gap between the bones of the folding fan, and rotated several times in the air in a row, one after another Yuan Force was injected into it, and the rotation increased rapidly, and the pink luster looked so dazzling during the dance, and Tang Feng also changed his defensive posture and suddenly approached Yu Yang.

"Huh?" Yu Yang's face was stunned, this kid, is he looking for death?

However, when Yu Yang felt that one step away, the rotating fan shadow that could strangle everything, he had to put away the negligence in his heart, and the short blade changed direction in the air, clenching it with his backhand.

Chisel! Drill again!

The piercing sound of "ding ding" rubbed and stimulated the hearts of all the onlookers, however, the lack of short blades was really reflected at this time, being pressed close to the chest by the fan surface, and at the moment of clinging, the edge of the folding fan, each fan bone suddenly elongated, revealing a snow-white sharp blade.

"Huh" danced upward, which was facing Yu Yang's throat and slashing off.

"Ah......" In the crowd watching, the women who screamed before are now discolored, and no one can be hurt in the ring.

"Bell" struck a skillful upward lift, leaned back, and stopped it just when the sharp blade was a few inches away from his throat, Yu Yang's heart palpitated, his right foot rotated in place, his left leg was already sharply straightened, and he kicked towards Tang Feng's chest.

"Bang" accurately kicked on the fan, and the two retreated at the same time, and fought a tie again, but this time, it seemed that Yu Yang was in some danger.

"Hum" held the blade with his right arm again, however, the moment the cuff of Yu Yang's left hand contracted, his left arm stiffened suddenly, his muscles bulged a little, and the tightly wrapped clothes were full of red.

The Burst Yang Fist combined with the short blade of the right hand to shoot at the same time, separating the opponent's fan and lower abdomen.

"Bang" shook the fan with a fist, and the force of the detonation penetrated the white palm that was clenching the fan, shaking Tang Feng's blood and blood, and looking at it at eye level, Yu Yang's figure suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Suddenly woke up, looked around, still didn't see the figure, subconsciously looked to the ground, but exclaimed, and immediately pulled back.

After Yu Yang succeeded in the first blow, he habitually leaned back, bent his right foot and knee, and slid forward with the force of shaking the ground, directly crossing the distance of the fan defense, and stabbed straight to the chest with a short blade of his right hand.

The edge of the "Huh" blade was smoothly red, and the scarlet blood flowed down drop by drop, following Yu Yang's line of sight, but the blade was held by the other party.

"After all, I saw through it, you lost, don't ......" Just when Tang Feng habitually showed the joy of victory, there was a tingling pain in his lower abdomen, and he looked down, I don't know when, Yu Yang's left hand, there was a shorter short blade, at this moment, except for the handle, it was all submerged in his body, and the stinging pain that penetrated his lower abdomen made him instantly pale, and the yuan force in his body, with the flow of blood, gradually lost control.

A feeling of fatigue welled up in my heart.

"I ...... Am I going to die? Tang Feng shook his head in disbelief.

"Young man, you can still be saved." Yu Yang glanced at him in disappointment, and as soon as he let go, the two short blades were withdrawn at the same time, allowing Tang Feng to fall to the ground, the outcome was undecided, and he didn't dare to step forward to help.

In the ring before, a young man who had already won, that is, because of this mercy, was eliminated, of course, the last victorious young master also failed to go to the end, such a vicious mind, in the subsequent competition, everyone will shoot mercilessly, tragic, is a doomed ending.

"Yu Yang, win." When the announcement of victory resounded in the eighth ring, many people breathed a sigh of relief, many people nodded, and many people showed hatred on their faces.

It was the young people of the Yu family who were excited, the fanatical, the group of gamblers who were guarding Yu Zhanyue at the gambling table, nodding their heads in acquiescence, and the elders of the sect who were optimistic about him.

As for the hateful, Yu Yang came to the side of the stage, directly ignored the hateful gaze of everyone in the Luo family, and faced the high platform, Qiu Qing's resentful and murderous eyes shook his head slightly.

"Second Ping, it seems that your Heavenly Sword Sect has a pure yuan technique that uses a left-handed sword, this kid, you didn't vote for him before, you shouldn't interfere in snatching it." The fat man Pang Tong glanced at Ping Wuji, who was squinting and silent, with deep jealousy.

"Hmph, this may be, but, this kid, since both hands are blades, my Absolute Sword Sect has a double sword technique, and at the same time controls the double sword, if he cultivates to the Yuan King Realm, it is to use two hearts and two enemies, and he has to be tempted." Before Ping Wuji could speak, Zong Jue interjected.

"You bastard." Pang Tong's face was angry, but he had to be deflated in his heart, he Fu Gu was only good at refining spells, not good at fighting, and for these young disciples, he lost too much attraction, but Yu Yang, this kid, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, but unfortunately, he couldn't cultivate spiritual thoughts, otherwise, he would have to tear his face if he said it, please move the high-level of Fu Valley, and forcibly rush Yu Yang into Fu Valley.

"Blades in both hands?" Yang Pojun's side, Luo Chengfeng muttered, but there was a strong interest in his eyes, Yuan Xiu, there is usually a commonly used weapon, a psychic soldier, and the general user will not be replaced, of course, if it is not to break through the great realm.

In addition to the blades of the two hands, guns, long axes, halberds, etc., the rest are one-handed, but most people use the right hand, and the left hand, generally speaking, will practice a pure Yuan Technique, used to defend against the enemy, but Yu Yang can be able to use both hands at the same time in the Yuan Shi Realm, what kind of talent is this, can you try to practice two pure Yuan skills, blessed on the blade, what kind of power is that, when breaking through the Yuan King Realm, refining two blades, and sacrificing at the same time, when facing the enemy, with two enemies and one, who can block it?

Luo Chengfeng suddenly felt that this kid should not be snatched away by the ice cube face of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Sect of the Absolute Sword Sect, Yuan Chenzong also needs such a talented Tianjiao, of course, if he can enter the top twenty, this time, down the mountain, the number of places in his hands is not much.