The moment Yang Qi stepped into the arena, a landslide and tsunami-like cheers suddenly sounded.

"He's coming!"

"Senior Brother Yang Qi!"

"I've finally waited for you, Senior Brother Yang Qi!"

The cheers were getting louder and louder, and now there were many people pouring in from the C-shaped arena, and they were also extremely excited to watch Yang Qi slowly walk into the A-shaped arena.

"Really, he's still going to fight in the Arena A!"

"You've come to the right place!"

The louder and higher cheers resounded throughout the Arena, and some people who were not so excited were all driven up and shouted loudly.

Da-da-da-da!

Yang Qi walked out of the passage step by step and walked towards the ring.

"It's him!"

"It's him!"

"Senior Brother Yang Qi!"

"He's here again!"

There were two figures fighting in the four rings at this time, and when they saw Yang Qi slowly walking towards them, they all stopped fighting and looked at Yang Qi's figure in awe.

"This kid ......"

At this time, if you want to talk about who has the most psychological changes, it is naturally which middle-aged referee, he looked at Yang Qi approaching him with black lines, and he had scolded countless times in his heart.

This plague god, why is it back?

But as a referee, he naturally couldn't make a sound, so he could only say nothing with a gloomy face.

In the awe-inspiring gaze, Yang Qi walked to the first ring, looked at the two people who had stopped fighting above, and smiled faintly: "Is the duel between the two over?"

The two people on the stage nodded again and again, and whispered: "Senior Brother Yang Qi, please first, we are not in a hurry." ”

Yang Qi arched his hand to the two of them and said with a smile: "Thank you." ”

"No, no, no!"

Flattered, the two hurriedly returned the salute, and then jumped out of the ring.

One of them hesitated for a long time and then said cautiously: "That Senior Brother Yang Qi, I have a reluctant request. ”

Yang Qi stepped into the ring and said softly, "Please speak." ”

A hint of excitement flashed in the man's eyes: "Can you let me watch the battle right here!"

The other person also said excitedly: "And me, and me!"

Yang Qi was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Of course you can." ”

The two of them looked overjoyed, forgetting that the two of them were still in the midst of a fierce battle just now, and immediately sat side by side cross-legged, looking at Yang Qi on the stage with great anticipation.

Yang Qi sighed slightly in his heart, unconsciously, he had become a strong man in the eyes of some old students of Canglan Academy, and he was already so polite when facing him, more precisely, in awe.

Strength, this is the prestige that Yang Qi has won by punching and relying on his own strength. Now, in Canglan Academy, he is no weaker than those old students, whether it is strength or prestige.

The middle-aged referee said in a deep voice, "This time, are you going to challenge the powerhouse of the eighth order of the Purple Mansion?"

A hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes, expecting Yang Qi to respond to his words, in this way, he would be able to find someone to stop Yang Qi's winning streak, so that he would definitely be rewarded by Elder Changmei.

Yang Qi glanced at the middle-aged referee strangely: "What realm do I challenge, don't I pick it myself, can the referee of the A-brand arena still choose the opponent instead of the player?"

The middle-aged referee frowned, his face became a little unkind, and he said in a deep voice: "Then you say, what realm do you want to challenge?"

Yang Qi smiled faintly: "Purple Mansion Seventh Order." ”

The middle-aged referee's eyes twitched, the seventh order of the Purple Mansion, among the people in this realm, there were few who were stronger than Xiao Feng. Xiao Feng was defeated in Yang Qi's hands, and he couldn't think of a few Purple Mansion seventh-order powerhouses who could defeat Yang Qi.

But Yang Qi had already put forward his own request, so he naturally had to comply, and immediately began to look at the roster in his hand with a gloomy face. After a long time, a trace of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and he still did not speak.

The audience above was already impatient to wait, and immediately someone was dissatisfied: "What are you doing, is it so difficult to find an opponent of the seventh order of the Purple Mansion?"

"Hurry, hurry, we're going to see a duel!"

"What are you rubbing, we only came in after handing over contribution points!"

Seeing that it caused outrage, the beads of sweat on the middle-aged referee's forehead dripped down directly, and under pressure, he only had to stop his eyes on a name that he thought was stronger.

"Seventh Order of the Purple Mansion, Ma Ke!"

It's just that he was very helpless in his heart, after shouting this name, he had already seen the result, because Ma Ke's strength was inferior to Xiao Feng, and he could never be Yang Qi's opponent. But he couldn't help it, he really couldn't find a person who was stronger than Xiao Feng in the seventh order of the Purple Mansion. There are such people, but it is impossible to be in the arena at any time, so he can only pick the strongest person at this time.

The middle-aged referee's voice fell, and a figure slowly stood up from the audience, looking at Yang Qi with a solemn face.

Then his figure flashed and came to the ring.

Wow!

The tsunami-like cries of the landslide sounded again, and the two of them finally stood in the ring.

Ma Ke said in a deep voice, "Breeze Gang, Ma Ke!"

Yang Qi said lightly: "Xinghe, Yang Qi." ”

Airplanes!

Without saying a word, a sledgehammer appeared in his hands, and then his body shot violently, heading towards Yang Qi.

The middle-aged referee sighed secretly in his heart, only hoping that Marco could hold on a little longer.

After a cup of tea.

Yang Qi's face was indifferent, his right fist was clenched, and he slowly pushed it out.

"Jiaolong Boxing Sutra, Jiaolong out of the hole!"

This punch quietly hit the sledgehammer, and the powerful force made the pale Mako spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down, and then smashed to the ground.

"I ...... Lost. ”

Ma Ke bowed his hand slightly to Yang Qi, put away his sledgehammer with a convincing face, and returned to the audience.

"Yang Qi, eight consecutive wins, reward 800 contribution points, 5,000 contribution points for the fifth order battle, a total of 6,000 contribution points. ”

The middle-aged referee's face was extremely unsightly, and he slowly announced.

Yang Qi stood proudly and said lightly: "Next, the seventh order of the Purple Mansion." ”

After a stick of incense.

Syllable!

A figure stumbled to the ground, staggered to its feet, and left the arena without saying a word.

"Yang Qi, nine consecutive wins, reward 900 contribution points, 5,000 contribution points for the fifth-order battle, a total of 6,100 contribution points. ”

"Next. ”

After a stick of incense.

"Yang Qi, ten wins in a row......"

"Yang Qi, eleven consecutive victories......"

"Yang Qi, 12 consecutive victories......"

......

It was getting late, and the arena of the past should have gradually quieted down at this time, and both those who participated in the ring and those who simply came to watch the battle should have begun to leave the arena. But recently it is very different, although the three major arenas of B, C and D at this time have quieted down and everyone is gone, but the number A arena is more lively and boiling than in the past.

At this time, in the A-brand arena, not only the 2,000 seats were already filled, but even on the aisles and stairs, there were many people crowded together, shouting frantically and excitedly. More than 2,000 people, looking at the arena with fiery eyes, the only one with people, shouted a name with great heat.

"Yang Qi!"

"Yang Qi!"

"Yang Qi!"

The sounds that shook the eardrums condensed into one and rose into the sky, as if to shake the dome open.

"I ...... I was defeated. ”

Yang Qi's face was a little pale, and in front of him, a figure sat on the ground, covered in cold sweat, and looked up at Yang Qi in awe: "Senior Brother Yang Qi, I am convinced!"

With that, he left the ring.

The middle-aged referee's teeth were about to crack open, and word by word popped out from between his teeth: "Yang Qi, eighteen consecutive victories, reward 1,800 contribution points, cross the fifth level battle, reward 5,000 contribution points, a total of 7,000 contribution points!"

His right hand trembled a little, and he put the contribution points into Yang Qi's token.

Eighteen consecutive wins, Yang Qi in addition to the abnormal battle in the C-shaped arena, seventeen ring matches were played in the A-shaped arena, the middle-aged referee This is the first time he has encountered it, in just one day, he so frantically plundered nearly 80,000 contribution points in the A-number arena.

He has seen people who have won in a row, but no one is like Yang Qi as if he will never get tired, he has been standing on the stage, even if it is a monster like Tie Niu, five or six battles a day is already the limit, but Yang Qi has fought eighteen games in a row today, and each of them is a cross-level battle, and it is a cross-level battle, and it is a cross-level battle!

There is no one who can win at least five thousand contribution points in a ring match, because no one can fight beyond the fifth order and win like Yang Qi.

"Yang Qi!"

"Yang Qi!"

"Yang Qi!"

The shouts of the crowd were even louder, and Yang Qi's thin figure was incomparably tall in the eyes of more than two thousand people who loved the arena at this time. They can only use their shouts to vent the excitement and excitement in their hearts, Yang Qi's terrifying record, throughout the nearly thousand years of history of Canglan Academy, only one person can compare with it.

Battle King Yang Xuance!

The original war king also fought all the way to a hundred consecutive victories, which shocked the entire Canglan Academy. Win all battles, and be called the king of war!

At this time, Yang Qi seemed to be stepping in the footsteps of the King of War, wanting to copy the path of the King of War. Everyone is excited, excited and looking forward to it, are they witnessing the rise of another war king, are they witnessing the rise of another legend!

Yang Qi exhaled slightly, his blood was a little restless. The shouts of these people, the atmosphere of this arena, he enjoyed it very much.

With a press of his right hand, the sky-high shout stopped at the same time in an instant, looking at Yang Qi expectantly, waiting for Yang Qi to speak.

Yang Qi turned his head to look at the middle-aged referee: "Next." ”

Rumble!

Yang Qi's words once again ignited the passion in everyone's hearts.

He still has to fight, and he doesn't think it's enough!

"Yang Qi!"

"Yang Qi!"

"Yang Qi!"

Unanimously, everyone shouted again.

At this time, a deep voice sounded from the mouth of the middle-aged referee: "It's gone." ”

Everyone froze, and Yang Qi frowned: "What's gone?"

The middle-aged referee helplessly raised the roster in his hand: "No, the seventh-order powerhouse of the Purple Mansion whose names were recorded today is gone, all of them are ......"

He looked straight at Yang Qi: "Defeated in your hands." ”

Today, Yang Qi swept the arena.