Ye Xuan took out his sword and left a sense of proportion, otherwise Ye Tianhao would have been able to personally feel what it meant to be a broken corpse.

"How could I lose? I obviously ate the ambergris qi elixir, and it took half a year to break through to the ninth level of the qi martial realm, with my talent, how could I lose to you?" Ye Tianhao's face was full of shock.

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, and said in his heart that your ambergris spirit pill was refined by me with the leftover materials from refining, and the particles were not big enough, and I also added some medicinal residue.

Neither side threw in the towel, and no one fell.

Therefore, Deacon Huiwu did not announce the end of the competition.

Ye Xuan turned around, looked at Ye Tianhao, raised his head and said, "For the sake of the same clan, I will let you step down by yourself, otherwise when I do it, the scene will not look good." ”

"You ......" Ye Tianhao stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Xuan, so sad and angry that he couldn't speak.

He never imagined that one day he would lose to a "family scrap".

This made him angry, his blood stagnated, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and fell straight down.

Ye Qingcang saw his genius son vomiting blood, his eyes widened violently, and he immediately rushed to support Ye Tianhao, and then glared at Ye Xuan with resentment, gritting his teeth and scolding: "Ye Xuan, you are a person who eats inside and out, and you dare to hurt your brother of the same clan!"

Ye Xuan stood up proudly, looked at Ye Qingcang with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Put away your ugly face! The genius son you cultivated with the strength of the whole clan is not even qualified to let me draw my sword in front of me." ”

"You!" Ye Qingcang was furious, stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Xuan, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

In this world, the strong are respected.

Weakness is the original sin, and if you are weak, even breathing is wrong.

The third elder of the Ye family had always worn the same pants as Ye Qingcang, and immediately reprimanded: "Ye Xuan, you dare to be disrespectful to the Great Elder?"

Ye Xuan swept over the Ye family in the audience, pulled the corners of his mouth and sneered: "And you fools, do you scold me for being a waste for so long?

"You!"

Everyone in the Ye family turned pale, but none of them could refute it.

Among these people, many of them were still in front of Ye Qingcang yesterday, counting Ye Xuan as a waste, and asking Ye Xuan to take the initiative to admit defeat.

However, now, Ye Xuan used his absolute strength to slap them hard.

The sound seemed to echo in my heart.

Ye Tianhao was furious and fainted.

Ye Qingcang gritted his teeth fiercely, and hurriedly picked up his son and sent him to the hospital for treatment.

Offstage, Ye Qingyang looked at Ye Xuan on the stage with wide eyes, his face was full of shock, and a look of excitement slowly emerged under the shock.

Wind and Thunder!

That's right, he was sure that what he had just seen was the Wind and Thunder Lore.

The last sword technique of the Nine Swords of Wind and Thunder is also the most difficult to practice, a more powerful sword move than the Kamikaze Flurry.

At the moment when the wind and thunder lore blew the cold sword light.

Ye Qingyang was almost suffocated in shock, and the sword light was so beautiful, too fast, too dazzling, as if a sword had slashed into his eyes and carved into the depths of his heart.

The Nine Swords of Wind and Thunder have finally reappeared in the world!

Ye Qingyang shouted loudly in his heart, as if his lifelong wish was fulfilled at this moment, and even if he died immediately, he would no longer have regrets.

When Ye Xuan stepped down from the competition platform and revealed Ye Yanshuang's body, his eyes were always looking straight ahead, and he didn't glance at her at all.

Ye Yanshuang was also shocked by the results of the competition, and Ye Xuan's previous words kept echoing in her mind: You are a joke!

"Am I a joke?" she said.

Before, she confidently thought that Ye Xuan was not Ye Tianhao's opponent, and even laughed at Ye Xuan in a disdainful tone, but the truth gave her a hard slap, and she seemed to be able to feel the hot pain on her cheeks.

She didn't understand why things were the way they were.

Half a year ago, she had a very good relationship with Ye Xuan, and she believed that as long as she smiled at him at that time, he would immediately bow down under his pomegranate skirt.

However, when he awakened the martial soul half a year ago, he obviously failed to awaken and became a waste that was ridiculed by others!

Ye Xuan walked back to Ye Qingyang's side and hugged Xiang Ling, who came up, this little girl's face was full of worry and joy.

Ye Yanshuang saw the scene of the brother and sister hugging each other, a wave of jealousy surged in her heart, and she quickly recovered her arrogant expression, snorted coldly in her heart, and said secretly: What if Huiwu wins? I, Ye Yanshuang, am still not something you can afford!

After Ye Qingcang sent his son to the hospital, he hurriedly ran back and said to Ye Yanshuang: "Yanshuang, Tianhao's injury this time is not light, Ling Zun and Mr. Lu are familiar with each other, you come forward to ask Mr. Lu to treat Tianhao's injuries." ”

Ye Yanshuang glanced at Ye Qingcang with a cold expression, and said indifferently: "I'm not free, please go by yourself." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Just before the competition, Ye Yanshuang was still talking and laughing with Ye Tianhao, but as soon as she lost the competition, Ye Yanshuang's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees.

Ye Qingcang was stunned for a moment, then glared at Ye Yanshuang's back viciously, and scolded: "Stinky female cousin, turning your face is faster than turning a book!"

......

Deacon Huiwu stepped onto the stage of the competition and officially announced that Ye Xuan had won the competition.

On Liuyun Square, tens of thousands of spectators were all shocked by the sword light that was as sharp as the blooming of the galaxy just now.

It wasn't until the results of the contest were announced that fierce shouts erupted in Liuyun Square.

There are those who cheer, there are those who mourn, and there are those who shout.

But it's more about talking, talking about the competition just now.

This result surprised most of the spectators, and some gamblers who bet on Ye Tianhao to win even lost all their money, roaring angrily.

After a quarter of an hour of heated argument, Deacon Huiwu once again stepped onto the stage and announced the start of the second contest.

Huangfu Ao fought against Ling Jie.

This is a battle between crazy knives and hidden weapons.

Ling Jie's hidden weapon has already reached its peak, and it has the potential of a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.

Huangfu Ao was the first martial artist in Liuyun City in the past, and the Howling Moon Wolf King appeared again.

As soon as the two sides made a move, they directly resorted to thunderous means.

Ling Jie immediately manifested his martial soul and rose into the air, his hands moved together, and eighteen hidden weapons flew out, pouring out the emperor's pride like a rain of meteor arrows.

As soon as Huangfu Ao's figure moved, he reached the bottom of Ling Jie, and immediately manifested the martial soul of the Howling Moon Wolf King, jumped forward, grabbed Ling Jie's ankle, and snorted coldly: "Give me down!" and smashed it to the ground with a fierce force.

Boom!

Ling Jie smashed to the ground, shattering the bluestone, snorted, and rolled on the ground trying to get up and fight back.

Huangfu Ao chased after him with an arrow, and before he could stand up, he stepped him back to the ground.

Ling Jie spat out a mouthful of blood.

"With your kind of character, you are also worthy of competing with me?" Huang Fu arrogantly raised his foot and wanted to step on it again.

Ling Jie immediately conceded defeat: "Stop! ”

"Count you as acquaintances!" the emperor stood proudly, extremely arrogant.