"Mid-Three Realms?"

The young man did not hide the aura in his body, and Ye Haotian could clearly feel his strength and cultivation.

"Boy, what I'm going to challenge is Fan Jian, didn't you hear?"

Long Eighteen tilted his head and stared at the hammer-wielding boy and said dissatisfiedly.

"Tianfeng Tai fights, as long as someone challenges it, the champion must accept it. The hammer-wielding boy said loudly, raising the spirit yuan as he spoke, there was a crackling sound in his body, and his arm instantly thickened, and he was quickly ready for battle.

"Wait. ”

Long Eighteen hurriedly raised his hand to stop the young man who was ready to make a move at any time, looked left and right, and suddenly stepped forward and took two steps closer, and said in a low voice: "How about we make a deal?"

The hammer-wielding boy frowned and said, "What deal?"

"Do you know who I am?"

Dragon Eighteen asked.

The hammer-wielding boy shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Tianfengtai did not require both sides of the competition to report their names.

"My father is the Tang King of Lingnan County. ”

"The richest man in Great Xia, the Long family?"

The hammer-wielding boy's eyes widened, and he looked up and down in shock.

"Yes!"

Long Eighteen said proudly: "Have you heard of it?"

The hammer-wielding boy nodded again and again: "Of course I heard about it! On the first day of the Long family, Long Zaitian practiced in the inner hall, but he is my idol, since you are a member of the Long family, what is the relationship between you and Long Zaitian?"

Seeing the excited look on the young man with the hammer, Long Eighteen became even more proud, and his intuition told him that the deal had been completed, but when he heard the mention of Long Zaitian, his heart suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"My name is Long Eighteen, and I am the eighteenth county king of the Long family, and the dragon ranks third in the sky. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

The hammer-wielding boy suddenly said, "Then what do you want to do with me?"

Long Eighteen's voice was lowered, and he pointed to Ye Haotian, who was looking at him: "You step down and challenge him...... In return, I'll give you a sum of money, and when we're tied, do you think it's okay?"

The hammer-wielding boy paused for a moment, this was the first time he had encountered this kind of situation, but thinking that Long Eighteen was Long Zaitian's younger brother, and his strength must be much stronger than himself, so he hesitated: "That's it...... Not good. ”

"What's wrong? I want to reserve my strength to deal with an enemy, you should do me a favor, and when the festival is over, I will invite you to drink flower wine and visit the Qinglou, Lixiang Building, and Osmanthus Courtyard, whatever you choose." ”

As he spoke, Long Eighteen flipped his wrist, and there was a bulging silk pouch in his hand, which was stuffed into the arms of the hammer-wielding boy at a speed that ordinary people couldn't see: "There are fifty spirit crystals here, you take them first, remember to drink at night, drink." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the hammer-wielding boy to react, he pushed him down the stage, shouting as he pushed: "This battle is a draw! Fan Jian, dare to come up and fight with Young Master Ben!"

Fifty spirit crystals are not worth mentioning to the Long family, but for the hammer-wielding young man who was born poor and was admitted to the temple by penance, he can get the kindness of the Long family, and he has money to take it, how can he not take advantage of this kind of cheapness, although he always feels a little strange in his heart, he still happily walks towards the Tianfeng platform where Ye Haotian is standing.

The distance between Ye Haotian and Long Eighteen was more than a hundred meters, and he didn't hear the conversation between Long Eighteen and the hammer-wielding boy, but the actions of the two clearly fell into his eyes. Seeing the appearance of Long Eighteen squeezing his eyebrows at himself after the hammer-wielding boy stepped down, he immediately guessed.

"You're no match for me. ”

Ye Haotian stared at the hammer-wielding young man on the stage and said in a calm tone.

"I don't believe it!"

The hammer-wielding boy raised the hammer in his hand, and a majestic momentum radiated from his body in all directions.

"Flaming Hammer!"

A blue flickering hammer shadow fell from mid-air, I don't know if it was because he was too excited after receiving fifty spirit crystals, or in order to prove that his first challenge was not because of his lack of strength, the young man with the hammer in his hand used all his strength.

A faint smile appeared on Ye Haotian's face, he glanced back at the gloating Long Eighteen, slowly stretched out his hand, and grabbed it towards the hammer-wielding boy's chest.

Snort –

An inaudible sound sounded on Ye Haotian's fingers, and his body flashed against the edge of the hammer, fluttering like a drop of water splashed after a boulder smashed into the water, and when it fell, it had already reached the back of the hammer-wielding boy.

The hammer-wielding boy smashed into the air, the hammer smashed on the solid blue-black stone surface, and the entire Tianfeng Platform that shook made a roar, with the power of the hammer bounced, the hammer-wielding boy suddenly turned around, and the majestic power of Lingyuan poured into his arms, and swept out backwards, but the arm had just rotated halfway, and the whole person's body suddenly froze on the spot.

Not far behind the hammer-wielding boy, Ye Haotian was looking at him with a smile, and there was a blue silk bag hanging on his finger, which was the one that Long Eighteen gave him just now.

The hammer-wielding boy slowly lowered his head, and found that there was an extra half-foot-long tear in the clothes on his chest, revealing rock-like muscles.

"You ......"

The hammer-wielding boy was shocked.

"Do you want to fight?"

Ye Haotian waved his palm and threw the silk bag at the feet of the hammer-wielding boy.

"I lost. ”

Recalling the scene just now, the hammer-wielding boy's face changed miserably, and he immediately understood that it was Ye Haotian's subordinates who showed mercy, otherwise if he had an extra dagger in his hand, he could easily pierce his chest.

What's even more desperate is that from beginning to end, the hammer-wielding young man didn't see clearly what kind of body technique Ye Haotian was using, and he didn't even feel the signs of the flow of spiritual elements in his body!

This result can only show one problem, that is, the difference in strength between the two is too great.

......

Exclamations rang out again and again among the onlookers.

Some people who were far away didn't see the scene on the stage clearly, and couldn't help but talk to the people next to them and ask questions.

Since killing Zhou Wusheng, Ye Haotian has left a reputation for cruel murder in the minds of many temple disciples, and seeing the hammer-wielding boy jumping off the Tianfeng Platform unharmed, this idea has also been shaken a little while sweating for him.

Seeing with his own eyes that a fellow disciple in the middle of the Three Realms was defeated by Ye Haotian with one move, more people gave up the idea of going on stage and giving it a try.

Ye Haotian's identity spread quickly among the crowd, and even the temple disciples around the Dragon Eighteen Ring got the news, and no one dared to challenge them on stage for a while.

......

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"In the past competition to be promoted to the inner hall every year, those who dared to climb the Tianfeng platform first were all disciples who were ranked in the top three in the freshman test, and the dragon eighteen were ranked outside the top three in the entrance examination, and they did not want to make progress in the past few months, and reluctantly entered the middle stage of the Tongxuan Realm, although he was the second person in the generation of the Long family to awaken the bloodline martial arts, but the true power of the dragon elephant can only be fully exerted after entering the true spirit realm and being able to condense the spirit yuan armor, should he think that he can enter the inner hall with his current cultivation, right?"

In the backyard of the small courtyard where the injured were treated, eighteen old men wearing coarse cloth clothes and long-haired shawls sat side by side in front of a stone wall, and on the stone wall hung eighteen bronze mirrors that constantly emitted silver and cyan light.