Chapter 27: Who Fights

The thin body, the resolute face, the sharp eyes, the closed lips, and the strong will like steel swept everyone's hearts like a storm at this moment, making everyone shocked.

"Oh..."Yun Zhenyue on the high platform was slightly moved, he felt that the last young man seemed to be using "Ning Yan Decision", "Ning Yan Decision" He knew that it was in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and that young man was obviously the first time he saw it, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion must have never been there, but how could he learn it?

"Could it be—" Thinking of a possibility, the old man's heart really shook, and he looked at the young man with more and more surprise.

"Next!" Three faint words, but no one in Qingyanfeng dared to go to the stage, didn't see the strongest high wind, was it still at the feet of that young man?

And Yan Wenhan's old face was even more uncertain, suffocating black and red, red and black, and roared hatefully: "If you don't go and help that waste down, isn't it embarrassing enough to be idle!"

As he spoke, he arched his hand towards Yun Zhenyue from afar, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into this flat place, while several people from Qingyan Peak supported Gao Feng, who had already fainted, and walked out in a gray manner.

"Oh..."Yi Ziyan shouted, looking very happy, and from time to time he grimaced at the people of Qingyan Peak who were passing by.

The young man was alone in one peak, Yi Potian was smiling, and he was in a good mood, and only a few people in the audience were happy, and the other peaks, including the peak master, were frowning, not knowing what they were thinking.

Seeing Yan Wenhan leave with others, the corners of Yu Xiaojie's mouth also rose a little, and he secretly said in his heart: "Yan family, this is just the beginning!"

"He didn't go down, you can send someone up to challenge. Yun Zhenyue's light voice sounded, Peak Masters, look at me, I look at you, no one dares to open that mouth, you must know Gao Feng, that is not an ordinary person, in the last competition, it was the top three winners, can the strength be worse? The result is not for the young man to step on the feet, no one wants to see their proud disciple trampled on, so they were silent.

"Haha... I'll try..."The wild laughter sounded, and a figure appeared on the jousting platform from far to near.

"Huh... So young?!Then I'm not taking advantage of it?" The man looked like he was about eighteen years old, and looked at Yu Xiaojie, he scratched his head, and his rough face looked a little embarrassed.

"It's him..."The young people in the audience gasped, even Yi Potian was silent when he saw this person, Chen Hu and the others were even more frightened, only Yu Xiaofeng and Fang Qing didn't know what to do.

This person's name is Yun Zhenlong, he is the adopted son of Yun Zhenyue, and his cultivation is taught by Yun Zhenyue himself, generally speaking, this kind of competition, he will not appear, but this time I don't know why he appeared.

"It doesn't matter. Yu Xiaojie's face was indifferent, seeing the expressions of everyone in the audience, he also became a little curious about the person in front of him.

"Haha! Okay! Then I'll give you a try!" As he spoke, Yun Jinglong raised his thick fist and blasted at Yu Xiaojie.

"Bang!"

"Kick, kick, kick!" Yu Xiaojie took a few steps back, but Yun Jinglong just shook his body, and then raised his fist to attack.

Encountering such an opponent, Yu Xiaojie did not have the slightest fear, a pair of starry eyes ignited a raging fire, and with the sound of breaking the sky, the two fists slammed together.

Feeling the pain coming from his fist, Yun Jinglong's face changed slightly, and then his face showed ecstasy, and he shouted: "Okay!

"Bang!"

The two figures on the stage were staggered, and from time to time there was a muffled sound, and everyone in the audience was stunned, the nameless young man could be compared with this Wufeng Mountain mad dragon, you must know that when Yun Jinglong was at the beginning of his Judan, he was able to defeat the peak Judan, and after he advanced to the peak Judan, he heard that he could resist a few innate moves, but I thought how appalling it was.

"Two madmen!" this is the voice of all the peak masters.

"Happy!Brother, I'm going to have a few heavy hits next!" Saying that, Yun Jinglong was not polite, the white light on his body was even worse, stabbing the void and sneering, Yu Xiaojie was also in flames, so powerful.

"Boom!" the two collided with each other, and there was a booming sound, and the air flow soared, and the earth shook for it.

"Puffy!"

The two of them were like crazy people, their eyes were full of excitement, completely ignoring the pain in their bodies, they raised their fists and kicked them.

Everyone in the audience was shocked at the beginning, and now they are numb, and some are even a little impatient, this has been more than two hours, watching them fight like this, is it because they want to fight for a day, and let others not compare.

In the end, Yun Zhenyue made a move, a big wooden hand covering the sky fanned away, the two were suddenly fanned out of the distance, fell into the woods, and after a while, there was a roaring sound in the woods, and the big trees fell down in a big way, and the corners of everyone's mouths twitched, forcing themselves to ignore them, and started a normal competition.

The day passed like this, and it was not until the sky was full of red clouds that the comparison was finished, but the sound of trees falling could still be heard from time to time in the jungle......

There is no doubt that Yu Xiaojie naturally won the first place, seeing his competition with the mad dragon, who is still looking for boring to beg for abuse, the result of this competition is the first place in Qinglan Peak, but Yan Wenhan's Qingyan Peak can only be at the bottom, which makes all the peak owners sigh, from the last to the first, it's that simple, this Yi Potian is lucky, so in the later period of time, the peaks of Wufeng Mountain rose up to collect disciples.

"Very good!" Looking at the ten teenagers standing in front of him, Yun Zhenyue said that he was very satisfied with the result this time, and walked towards the main peak with the ten teenagers.

"Today, you will rest here for one night, and tomorrow you can go to the Scripture Pavilion to practice spiritual skills, and what you can get depends on your own fate. Bringing the teenagers to a courtyard, Yun Zhenyue explained and left.

Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, behind the main peak hall, in front of the pavilion, there are several wooden houses, a few small plots of land have been reclaimed on the side, a few white-haired old men have lowered their heads, watering the vegetable seedlings they have cultivated, the teenagers have walked by, it seems that they have not alarmed their attention, and when the teenagers enter the pavilion, an old man raised his head, and a plundering light flashed in the dim and muddy old eyes.

Entering the Scripture Pavilion, only Yu Xiaojie was still standing at the door, and the other nine teenagers had already walked away.

"Why is there no guard in the huge Scripture Pavilion?" After looking at the somewhat empty first floor, except for a dozen bookshelves, there was no figure at all, Yu Xiaojie shook his head secretly and walked towards the bookshelf.

Picked up a book at random, flipped through it, and put it down again, Yu Xiaojie's eyes glanced at the second floor, the nine teenagers seemed to go upstairs directly, after all, there was only one day, and they had to hurry.