Chapter 23, the first three

After drawing lots again, Yu Yang's luck seemed to be exhausted, and the bye was the stupid big Nalan Chun who seemed to be the strongest.

The remaining four people, Yu Yang against the only peak Yuanshi Wang Shi, the great prince Wei Nantian, who was born in the royal family, against Yang An, the grandson of the general.

"Brother Yang, your grandson, is not inferior to you back then, I don't know if you have the style of the past?" Zong Jue squinted, Yang An also used a knife, and it was a common Pu knife in the army.

"When you and I were sixteen years old, could we have a grade of Yuan Master cultivation?" Yang Pojun said with a smile.

"The talent is good, the old man is lacking a closed disciple, I wonder if Brother Yang can cut his love?" Zong Jue secretly scolded the old fox in his heart, so he stopped beating around the bush and asked directly.

"Well, it depends on the kid's own meaning." Yang Pojun didn't immediately agree, what he meant was still yearning for Yuan Chenzong.

However, Zong Jue was not ready to give up, his lips moved slightly, and a transmission was sent into Yang Pojun's ears again.

"Brother Yang, although my Absolute Sword Sect's reputation over the years can't catch up with his Yuanchen Sect, but I sincerely want to accept your grandson as a closed disciple, why do you send him to Yuanchen Sect as an outer disciple, suffer some hardships, and bury this talent."

Yang Pojun shook his head with a smile, but he didn't speak anymore, the Yuanchen Sect is strong, except for the disciples who were directly brought back to the mountains by these high-level leaders in the early years, except for some miscellaneous servants, the outer disciples are not recruited much, and the Yuanchen Sect pays more attention to the experience of the outer disciples.

They can become the powerhouses of the Yuan King Realm, and what they rely on more is accumulation.

The only two remaining rings were already full of people, and at some point, more than 60 people from the Yu family had all gathered on the edge of the ring, and they were all looking excited about Yu Yang on the stage, and it was beyond their expectations to be able to break into the top ten, and the threat from the Luo family, one of the four major families in the imperial city, could be ignored.

Whether it can go to the end, the rewards of the sect and the royal family of the Great Yuan Kingdom may even be valued by the elders of the sect, if they can ascend to the sky in one step, be accepted as a disciple by them, and directly promote the inner disciples, it would be best to be good.

"Punch of the Sun"

"Tiger Roaring Fist"

After announcing the start, the two figures shot almost at the same time, the two punches clashed, and the sound of the air trembling sounded in the middle of the ring, and the two of them took a step back at the same time, however, they shot at the same time.

The short blade glowing with cold light stabbed at the opponent's wrist at a strange angle, and the other party was not stupid, he took out a pair of halberds out of nowhere and held them in his hands, Yu Yang's thorn actually passed directly through the gap on a short halberd, and was twisted by the opponent's wrist and stuck inside.

However, the other hand arrived again with a cold light, and at the moment when he was blocked by the halberd, Yu Yang suddenly opened his five fingers, and slapped his palm on the handle.

The short blade is infused with Yuan Force, directly penetrating the gap on the short halberd and piercing into the opponent's chest.

"Bang Dang" Unfortunately, everything is not so beautiful, the sound of gold and iron colliding, the moment the short blade in Yu Yang's hand cut through his clothes, through the cracks in his clothes, Yu Yang looked at the bronze skin in a daze.

"You can't hurt me." The halberd jerked out and kicked heavily at Yoshi's blade, knocking him back several steps.

"Really?" Yu Yang's figure shook strangely, and he suddenly approached him, and a hand slammed on his shoulder.

"Don't succeed." The halberd swung continuously, trying to dance impermeable, and attacked while chasing Yu Yang's arm.

The sharp blade and the halberd collided together, but Yu Yang's other hand slapped several times on the opponent's arm and retreated.

On the high platform, after several elders gambled, they were also paying attention to the last few duels all the time.

"This hand, there are some doorways." Pang Tong looked at Yang Pojun thoughtfully.

"The Yu family has risen for more than 300 years, and there was a Yuan King back then, who defeated many Yuan King Realm powerhouses in my Great Yuan Kingdom with a single move, and then went into hiding, but I don't know if it is still there now." Yang Pojun has some memories in his eyes, he is the general of the Great Yuan Kingdom, the royal family has changed, the emperor has changed four times in a row, nearly three hundred years have passed in a hurry, he is still a general, but he has long been a thing or a person, an old friend of the year, I don't know how many people are left, and they helped the family before, most of them are still in the face of that person.

"Yu Zhenting?" Ping Wuji of the Heavenly Sword Sect suddenly asked.

"Hey, Brother Ping knows about this person?" Yang Pojun's face was shocked, only the younger generation of the six major sects had become the elders of the Yuan King Realm, and the longest Pang Tong was only over one hundred and eighty years old, how could he know the characters of three hundred years ago.

"There is an uncle in the master's sect, who was defeated in the hands of this person, and he should still remember this trick and break the pulse." Ping Wuji explained.

"The power of the Xingchen Upper Pure Yuan Technique is extraordinary, but he is just a kid from the One Yuan Shi Realm, and it is not easy to be able to practice it to a small level." Yang Pojun had a relationship with that person, so he naturally knew that this vein-folding hand was a pure yuan technique that was not passed down by the Yu family.

"But this time, he won, that tall man is called Zhang Jie, I'll take it." Zong Jue smiled, and without waiting for these people to speak, he took the lead in snatching the defeated Zhang Jie.

"Hmph, you old fox." Pang Tong scolded with an angry smile.

The rest of the people also smiled helplessly, although Zhang Jie was defeated, but his body was strong, and ordinary psychic soldiers could only pierce the epidermis, but he was also a good seedling.

However, since Zong Jue was the first to speak, they also lost their interest in fighting, they were all people with status and status, so they naturally had to pay more attention to face.

"Then the rest of that kid ......" Pang Tong squinted and smiled.

"That kid's name is Yu Yang, the old man thinks twice, let's let him worship my Yuanchen Sect." On the side, Luo Chengfeng suddenly interjected.

"You, you ......" Pang Tong instantly became a little stuttering, and looked at Luo Chengfeng who suddenly intervened.

"My Yuan Chen Zong is good at hand-to-hand fighting, and if I want to come, this son is also interested." Luo Chengfeng didn't pay any attention to him, just muttered to himself.

"You're not ashamed." Pang Tong hung his head, he knew that as soon as Yuan Chenzong made a move, he would definitely not have to rob it, he had been wary of that bastard of Zongjue, but he didn't expect to be preempted by this old man in the end.

Yuanchenzong is the protector of the Great Yuan Kingdom, and it is also the first sect in the Great Yuan Kingdom, Fu Gu is just good at refining charms, and there is no comparison between the sect and the Yuanchen Sect at all, and Yu Yang is from a small family, so he naturally needs the protection of the army of the Great Yuan Kingdom, so Yuanchen Sect should be his best choice.

On the "hum" stage, when Zhang Jie's right arm became swollen, and the muscles blocked the acupuncture points and meridians, he couldn't feel the Yuan Force at all, even carrying a one-handed hundred-pound halberd, which was also a little laborious.

"What kind of means is this?" Reluctantly admitting defeat, Zhang Jie still had a little regret on his face, and couldn't help but ask back to the source.

"Pure Yuan Technique." Yu Yang shook his head slightly, raised his feet and was about to leave the ring, his eyes swept away, but he landed on the ring that was fighting fiercely on the other side.

The scorching flames, blazing on a heavy sword, cut through a strange arc with each swing, and the slash was accompanied by the power of the golden iron.

On the other side, in the direction of the foreign gaze, a golden light rushed towards him, no, it was a figure wrapped in golden light, barehanded, and with such means, he actually clashed with the heavy sword.

In a short period of time, the two of them each made dozens of moves, you come and go, offense and defense are exchanged, and the power of the two attributes of gold and fire is undoubtedly revealed.

"Master Yuan" Yu Yang tightened his arm under the sleeved robe, his palm was attached to his waist, and the two cold blades returned to their original positions at the same time.

Although he has storage bags, Yu Yang is still used to putting skilled weapons in a convenient position.

After Lily, the two people on the field were already sweating profusely, and when they looked at each other, the two figures each took a few steps back.

The crown of golden hair on the head, the python robe is also golden, the piece of gold, the nine pythons of Xiuwen, the robe is open left and right, although young and immature, but he has lived in the royal family for a long time, and at this moment the face has revealed the majestic color, this is the great prince Wei Nantian.

On the other side, his right hand is holding a heavy sword hanging on the ground, a short-sleeved black shirt, and hideous muscles, but he can't erase the handsomeness on his face, but the Yang family is the master of the battlefield and fighting, what can be the temperament of the young master of the family, although the other party is a royal family, more likely, the next emperor of the Great Yuan Kingdom, but he has no intention of leaving his hand to send affection.

Yang An, a very ordinary name, if it weren't for the word "Yang", there was still a strong man in the Yuan King Realm, basically, it would be out of the crowd.

"Qiang" heavy sword roared, and the eyes of everyone present focused on his right hand, where the raging flames disappeared in an instant, and even the powerhouse of the Yuan King Realm could clearly see the movement of the flow of Yuan Force in the meridians in his body, which also disappeared at this moment.

Joining the army, practicing the sword first, and then learning the sword, in the Yang family's treasury, there is such a pure yuan technique.

"Not good" Yang Pojun woke up suddenly, stood up, and was about to rush towards the ring, it was his grandson who shot, his means, he naturally only knows, old and old, there is only such a grandson in three hundred years, he is naturally reluctant, but the other party is the royal family, can defeat him, but can't hurt him.

"Da" Ke walked to the edge of the ring, and he stopped again, without the elder of the sect stopping him, but let him see three golden suns, bursting out from Wei Nantian's hands.

After a short period of accumulation, the three golden suns gathered in one place, a radius of several feet, and were held in Wei Nantian's hands by both hands, as if he was holding a round of Haoyang, stepping on his body, and violently attacking Chaoyang.

"Bang" flames exploded at the moment of the heavy sword's shot, sparks flew in the sky, and the simple heavy sword didn't know what material it was, but it was hit by the golden sun, and it was also cut into two pieces by the sharp energy, and the broken sword fell to the ground, and Yang An's figure also fell towards the ground, but halfway, it was taken over by a hand.

"This son has the intention of yearning for kendo, why doesn't Brother Yang let me be included in the door." Ping Wuji looked at Yang Pojun with a smile on his face.

"But" Yang Pojun bit his lower lip, he knew the injury on his grandson's body, if he wanted to re-follow the path of the sword, he could only worship the Heavenly Sword Sect.