Chapter 13: Winning the Championship

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"Wow... The young man seems to be condensing his spiritual skills......" Everyone in the square exclaimed as they looked at the growing fire in the young man's hand.

"It's so unfair to that young man to use spiritual skills!" someone said angrily.

"You have too little knowledge, is there absolute fairness in this world? Spiritual skills are also part of people's strength!"

But Yu Xiaojie pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he already had two spiritual skills in his body......

"Drink! Burst Flame Fist!" the young man shouted, stepped on his feet, and raised his fist, with a ball of fire, and blasted towards Yu Xiaojie.

"Gravel Fist!"

"Bang!" The two fists, in the stunned eyes of everyone, flashed with different lights, collided together, burst out with momentum, and blew up dust in the sky.

"Kick.. Step on.. Kick..."

Yu Xiaojie took five steps back, and the young man was even more unbearable, and even retreated to the edge of the ring before stopping, looking at Yu Xiaojie with a frightened gaze, looking a little stupid, obviously he didn't understand, how could Yu Xiaojie know how to use spiritual skills.

"You—" The boy was stunned, speechless.

"Yes. The corners of Yu Xiaojie's mouth pulled out a slight smile, nodded at him, the young man was helpless, his face was full of bitterness, turned around, and jumped off the stage.

"Conduct the second scene!" Xiang Feiyu's voice sounded.

The two teenagers in this first scene earned enough attention from everyone, and no one could have imagined that Yu Xiaojie, who was wearing coarse cloth clothes, also mastered a spiritual skill, and in the exclamation of everyone, Yu Xiaojie also jumped off the stage, because he wanted to give up the ring for others to continue.

Seeing Yu Xiaojie coming down, the young man walked over with a resentful look...

"Monster, get to know me, my name is Wang Bangkai. ”

"Uh... Yu Xiaojie. Yu Xiaojie's face turned dark, obviously not eating the nickname taken by Wang Bangkai.

"I'm fifteen. ”

"Thirteen. ”

"Forget it, isn't it uncomfortable to compare with you?" Hearing this, Wang Bangkai looked up to the sky and sighed, with a lonely look, which made Yu Xiaojie roll his eyes.

The competition has been going on, but after the game between Yu Xiaojie and Wang Bangkai, the other four games are much inferior.

In the ring, this is already the last game, two teenagers, two coarse cloth clothes, standing on the stage is so conspicuous, stabbing the young men in silk clothes in the audience blushing.

"Let's get started!"

The two figures moved as soon as Xiang Feiyu's words fell, and Yu Xiaojie also had a solemn face, he had seen every competition of this young man, and they were all won with one punch, which made people unable to see the depth at all.

"Bang!

Hands and feet flew, turning into afterimages, and in a breath, they were hit with several punches, and they were all spiritual skills.

"Bang!"

With another punch, the two figures staggered, and the two teenagers stood opposite each other.

"You're good, but, first, it's mine!" the dark-skinned boy spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse, perhaps because he didn't speak often.

"Really?" Yu Xiaojie's eyes were even more light, the blood in his body flowed faster, and the light spots in his blood veins also worked, making him exude an inexplicable momentum, which made his chest feel a little stuffy.

"Ning Jin!" the young man burst out, and there was a white glow in his eyes.

"Peng!"

There was a sharp light on the young man's arm, which was a little dazzling.

"Rank 9 Pulse Spirit!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Shhhh Such a young ninth-level spirit master..."

"I don't think so, it should be because of that young man's special exercises..."

"Ninth-level spirit master?" Feeling the power from the bloodline, Yu Xiaojie did not panic, on the contrary, he jumped into the bullying and slashed with his palm.

"Splitting the Mountain!"

"Burning Gold Fist!" The two fists slammed together, "Peng!" The two figures flew upside down.

"Drink!" Yu Xiaojie kicked his feet, shouted, clenched his left hand into a fist, turned his right hand into a palm, and forced him towards the young man.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Bang! bang!"

Gao Xia has already seen that the young man was promoted to the level of a ninth-level spirit with special exercises, and his strength naturally cannot be maintained all the time, and in the end, his face turned pale and he was knocked off the stage by Yu Xiaojie's punch.

"Okay! Sure enough, a young man is a hero!" Yi Potian, who was in the first place, stood up and applauded loudly.

The crowd also boiled in an instant, and everyone looked very excited, witnessing the derivation of genius was also a great blessing for them.

"Then our champion has already come out, it is the young man on the stage, he will get ten spirit pills provided by the four major families!" Xiang Feiyu was also a little excited, a thirteen-year-old ninth-level spirit was too rare, at least he had never heard of anyone with such a talent.

"Come up and get it, little one. ”

"Not bad, not bad!" Looking at Yu Xiaojie in front of him, he praised Fei Yu, saying something that made Yu Xiaojie unnatural.

The heads of the four major families are also shining, looking at Yu Xiaojie as if they were looking at a rare treasure, if it weren't for Yi Potianzuo there, they would have stepped forward to win them over.

Dressed in rough clothes, a thirteen-year-old boy from a mountain village, standing on that high platform, received the glory of this once in a decade.

"Haha! Okay, little guy, would you like to go to Wufeng Mountain with me to practice?" Yi Potian walked over, his face full of joy, and asked Xiaojie.

"En..." Yu Xiaojie frowned, which made it really difficult for him to choose.

"Well, what's wrong?" Yi Potian was stunned, a little stunned, he thought that Yu Xiaojie would happily agree, who knew that Yu Xiaojie was still hesitating, he couldn't help but wonder: "Is there anything more important than being able to go to Wufeng Mountain?"

"Senior, because the wishes of the elders in the family have not been fulfilled, I can't go with you, please forgive me. ”

Yu Xiaojie's crisp voice sounded, the audience was silent, and they all looked at him in astonishment, but he refused what others couldn't ask for, could it be that he didn't know the reputation of Wufeng Mountain?

"Uh..." Yi Potian was suddenly choked, looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, and then asked: "What wish, I will help you achieve it!"

Yu Xiaojie's eyes lit up, and he walked towards the head of the Yu family...

Yu Huasong looked at Yu Xiaojie who came over in some surprise, not understanding what he meant.

"My surname is Yu, and I am Yu Huarong's grandson!" Looking at the old man in front of him who was somewhat similar to Yu Huarong, Yu Xiaojie said respectfully.

"What! You are the descendant of Brother Rong!" Yu Huasong stood up with a "snort", his expression was a little excited, with a trembling voice, and asked, "Your grandfather, is he okay?"

"Grandpa, he's fine. ”

"That's good... That's good, what happened at the beginning wasn't all his fault... He carried it alone..."As he spoke, Yu Huasong glared at the head of the Yan family with some anger.