Compared with the devilish training from the Liu family in the past, the opponents Wang Shuangquan is facing at this moment can be regarded as amiable.

He has always practiced the best exercises, and the sparring players are all experienced masters, and the pressure on Wang Shuangquan to stand in this ring is not very great. He didn't even use a weapon against his top four opponents, and won with just his bare hands.

Compared with the talented man with a long knife, Wang Shuangquan, who is handsome and low-key and humble, obviously attracts people's favor more easily. When he sent another person out of the ring, waiting for the next thunderer to come to the stage, Yu Qingyang, the leader of the alliance who got the news, finally rushed over.

He did not show his figure in front of people, but found a relatively inconspicuous position to stand still, secretly observing.

His eyes seemed to be in disbelief and a little trance, Yu Qingyang looked at the high-spirited young man on the stage, and unconsciously felt a little nostalgia in his heart.

It's too similar, as dazzling as his perfect but short-lived eldest brother, through that young man, he can even see the shadow of Qingyuan Gongzi! It's just obvious that this young man is a little more gloomy and hateful than the jade prince who was the pride of the sky back then.

Just as he was wandering, another challenger came to the ring.

This is a middle-aged man who is a little shorter than other martial artists, and his appearance is not good-looking and he does not have a particularly aggressive momentum. He was wearing a patched coarse cloth shirt, and the straw sandals under his feet were so worn that they seemed to burst open at any moment to reveal his toes.

With a little mud on his trouser leg and a rag pocket hanging from his waist, this man doesn't feel like a hero no matter how he looks at it, but is a bit like a farmer under the mountain, the kind that has just finished planting seedlings.

Still, no one dared to despise him.

As we all know, the stronger the person, the more attention is paid to returning to the basics, under normal circumstances, such as the man in front of him, who appears like this is either a master of the world or an ordinary person who does not know martial arts at all, and can come to participate in the martial arts conference and challenge on stage, without thinking about it, I know that it will be the former.

Wang Shuangquan's heart tightened slightly, and he looked at the man opposite silently.

"Nice, young man." The man looked at Wang Shuangquan's reaction seriously, and after a while, he showed a smile and nodded slowly in praise.

In response to this compliment, Wang Shuangquan just calmly clasped his fist at the man, and then made a gesture that was easy to defend.

The man did not report himself like the others, but glanced at the long sword that was behind Wang Shuangquan's back meaningfully, and said: "Young man's fist and foot kung fu is indeed good, but it is not easy to win me with fists alone. ”

The middle-aged man didn't do anything else, just stood there with his feet slightly open, seemingly casually, but in fact, the momentum of his whole body had changed.

Wang Shuangquan on the front of him was the most deeply touched, and for a moment, he seemed to be suppressed even from breathing.

"Wang Shuangquan is not his opponent." Liu Fuyun felt something when the middle-aged man stepped into the ring, and at this moment he just raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice.

However, she didn't see the slightest sense of war in this man's body at all, as if he was just going on stage to walk around, saying hello to Wang Shuangquan and chatting about homely things.

This middle-aged man's name is Jiao Yang, and when he saw that Wang Shuangquan had nervous expectations and other emotions on his face, he didn't flinch, and immediately smiled with satisfaction, and at the same time raised his hands and became an eagle claw.

Hiding in a certain tree to see the lively Shasha, seeing this, he also raised a jio and compared it, and had to admit that the middle-aged man's gesture was really standard.

With such a simple action, Wang Shuangquan felt that the momentum pressing on his body was heavier again.

He didn't hesitate anymore, and directly reached out and pulled out the long sword behind him, and the tip of the sword seemed to be loosely held in his hand.

This kind of sword-holding gesture that may throw the sword out at any time is very unprofessional, but after Wang Shuangquan pulled out the sword, many people's faces changed slightly, including Jiao Yang.