There was no unspeakable provocation before the duel, but Qi Heng's words were simply too straightforward!

The voice spread throughout the martial arts arena, and it immediately made the blood of the Qi family, who originally hated the root of their teeth, boil.

"Okay, what kind of thing is he!"

"Well said!

"Beat him up a cub!" The noise was everywhere, and the children of the Qi family were still a little depressed in their hearts, if this was to be the reputation of the son of Qi Tianhou, it would be the pride of the Zongling Pavilion! But I didn't expect that as soon as this Qi Heng came on the field, his words were plain and sharp, which was simply too in line with the appetite of the hot-blooded children of the Qi family.

"Everyone, bet, Qi Hengzhan Zhao Yang!" The fat man felt that there was another business opportunity to take advantage of, and his eyes flickered with cunning, and he hurriedly shouted.

"I bet on Zhao Yang! Five hundred gold coins! But I support Qi Heng Gongzi!"

"You brute! I'll press Qi Heng Gongzi ten gold coins! and then press that kid two hundred and fifty!"

The voice of the audience reached the peak again, like boiling a pot, although most of them shouted that they supported Qi Heng, but they basically pressed Zhao Yang, after all, they had seen Zhao Yang's strength with their own eyes just now, and even Qi Chen's son was difficult to contend with, not to mention Qi Heng, who was called a waste by everyone.

Suddenly, on the wooden chair in the front field, the girl in Tsing Yi slowly got up, Qiushui's eyes shouted and smiled slightly, and said, "Steward Qi, I will press Qi Heng five thousand gold coins." The voice was soft, and the five thousand gold coins seemed to be like a number in the girl's heart, indifferent to herself!

On the field, Zhao Yang's eyes were cold, as if he could make the enemy fall into a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and the murderous aura was pervasive.

Qi Heng smiled at Chen Mu'er, but in his heart he was thinking where did the five thousand gold coins come from? Could it be that his grandfather rewarded him?

Off the field, everything was silent, and someone actually pressed Qi Heng 5,000 gold coins? Is there money and nowhere to spend it?

"Master of the Qi family, this Qi Mansion is really full of heroes!" Zhao Feng also heard about this Qi Heng's gossip and teased.

Qi Chengkun frowned, Bai Huahua's hair trembled slightly, he couldn't figure out what Chen Mu'er's little girl was planning, and the kid on the field... No matter how you say it, it's your grandson... In the past few years, he has been snubbed...

"I'll go, you kid is crazy, I tell you, you're going to die, and you can't live!"

Qi Heng turned a deaf ear, who let him ignore himself before.

"Hey, you kid, what can you talk to! You dare to release the dove?" The demon spirit can't help but be angry, a hairy boy actually dares to squeeze the dignified demon spirit emperor?

"Is it possible for me to win?" Qi Heng said in a deep voice.

The demon spirit didn't expect Qi Heng to suddenly look serious, "Yes, yes, there is not much chance of winning..."After all, the strength of the young man on the other side is terrifying, and even if this kid is against the sky, he has only stepped into the path of cultivation for a few days, and he said that it was possible, but he just didn't want to extinguish the hope in Qi Heng's heart.

"If you have it, you can do it. ”

After getting such an answer, the demon spirit almost died on the street, forget it, since Heng Boy wants to be beaten, let him go, it's not without benefit to be beaten...

The corners of Zhao Yang's mouth rose slightly, and his arms, which were slightly numb from the shock just now, had recovered freely, and his spiritual power was tumbling.

"Remember, Qi Tianhou is your grandfather!" Qi Heng felt the killing intent from Zhao Yang, the killing intent was monstrous, Qi Heng had something to say, trying to provoke Zhao Yang, in order to find a flaw, and secretly gather spirits.

Qi Chengkun showed a touch of appreciation from the bottom of his eyes.

The killing intent in Zhao Yang's eyes was monstrous, the red spiritual power was raging, and before the referee was born, he pulled his heavy sword and rushed towards Qi Heng with a devastating momentum, the tip of the sword rubbed on the ground, and sparks jumped.

Qi Heng was shocked in his heart, the spiritual power dormant in the spiritual spring was surging, and the seals in Qi Heng's hands turned into spiritual power barriers, at the mercy of the front, trying to block Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang was unmoved, he jumped alone, raised his heavy sword back, and his blood-colored spiritual power turned into a dragon with a low roar, tearing the sky and the earth, and slashing at several barriers in front of him.

"Bang!" The Blood Jiao Sword Qi slammed into the spiritual power barrier, making a loud noise, the dust and sand flew, and the wind and sword qi swept in all directions.

The first layer is broken!

The second layer is broken!

The third layer is broken!

......

The last layer is broken!

The Blood Jiao Sword Qi slashed towards Qi Heng at a speed invisible to the naked eye, Qi Heng was shocked, he had thought about the strength of the young master of the Zongling Pavilion, but he still underestimated it.

"What the hell are you doing, get out of the way!" shouted the demon spirit.

Qi Heng was startled suddenly, and then his spiritual power entered his legs, and his body fell to the ground, hiding to the side.

"Boom!" The Blood Jiao Sword Qi slashed to the ground, the dust danced wildly, and the tyrannical aura swept the audience!

Off the field, Qi Chengkun stretched out his right arm, and a gentle barrier enveloped the audience, blocking the flying dust and murderous aura.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, this is the battle of the Enlightenment Realm? Isn't that Qi Heng a waste, what's the matter with the barrier? Is it an unknown magic weapon that he relies on? I'm afraid that whoever takes this sword will not feel good!

Qi Chengkun's eyes flashed brightly, and he had insight into every move on the field, and if there was a slight accident, he would take action immediately!

In a moment, the dust and sand scattered, the vision gradually became clear, and a ravine was split on the field, only to see a young man standing up from the dust in embarrassment, already full of filth.

Zhao Yang, who fell on the spot, Qi Chen was not stained, his face was slightly pale, and he said jokingly: "Is Gongzi Heng good?" was angered by Qi Heng's words just now, and it had an effect, that blow had already used most of Zhao Yang's spiritual power, and the spiritual power was seriously depleted, which was even more uncomfortable than the blow he had suffered from Qi Chen before.

Qi Heng was silent, and rushed straight over, spiritual power wrapped his arms, Zhao Yang's heart sank, put down the heavy sword, took a step forward, and also rushed towards Qi Heng.

The two of them were close to each other, their fists slammed into each other mercilessly, the shadow of the fist was like the wind, whirring, in just a few breaths, the two had already faced each other with a hundred punches, Zhao Yang felt deeply inappropriate, and took a step around Qi Heng's back, Qi Heng was startled, only felt a chill down his spine, and then a strong blast hit behind him.

Zhao Yang succeeded, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and was just about to relax, only to see an astonishing breath appear in the dust and sand in front of him, and the breath was still rising!

"Four demons... Fist!" Qi Heng roared, his spiritual power rose, and the demonic spiritual power covered his right fist.

Teng passed through the dust and sand, turned into a black shadow, and came to Zhao Yang, Zhao Yang felt a feeling of suffocation, and a bright light turned into the breastplate in front of him, trying to block the terrifying punch.

Qi Heng was unmoved, and the four demon fists slammed into Zhao Yang's chest, "Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the aftermath of the amazing spiritual power spread out like waves, crashing into the barrier set up by Qi Chengkun.

Zhao Yang turned into a straight line and flew out, faintly there was still smoke on his body, and he fell heavily to the ground, Qi Heng was also not lightly injured, that cuirass was undoubtedly a rare treasure, and Qi Heng was shocked.

When she fell to the ground, she saw Sister Mu'er's face full of surprise and worry. Qi Heng's throat was sweet and sour, but he swallowed it back, he didn't want Chen Mu'er to worry, but a trace of blood still spilled out of his mouth.

The audience was silent, this battle unconsciously fell into a deep situation, a nidal situation, many people were angry, this Qi Heng's waste name, who put it on? It may have been folded again, and those who were ashamed to say that Qi Heng was a waste before had a red and white face at this time.

Off the field, Qi Jinglin was full of gloom, and he withdrew on the grounds of physical discomfort.

Zhao Feng's eyes were now anxious, his son, the first day of the Zongling Pavilion, was seriously injured and flew out under a hand called waste, but he still gritted his teeth and said word by word: "The head of the Qi family can be comfortable..."

Qi Chengkun is also completely stunned now, his grandson is not a waste, the same as Mu'er, hiding his strength?

"Hahaha!" Qi Chengkun's face was flushed, and he laughed completely under excitement.

Zhao Feng was at a loss.

Qi Chengkun hurriedly suppressed the joy in his heart, looked at Chen Mu'er and Qi Heng as if they had made a major decision, and said casually: "The Zongling Pavilion is really rich in resources, these treasures are given to the younger generation in the hall, the two young talents, if they continue to fight, I am afraid that they will lose both, otherwise they will declare a tie and pause." "The Qi family finally has a young generation who can compete with the Wang and Liu families and the Zongling Pavilion, but they can't die young, not to mention their own grandson, Qi Chengkun secretly rejoices.

Zhao Fengzheng had this intention, and catered to him, and transmitted the sound to show the referee.

The referee just wanted to announce a tie, but where Zhao Yang flew upside down, a figure stood up again, his face was not a trace of ruddy, his clothes were ragged, his chest and stomach were broken, and he was obviously seriously injured under that punch.

Zhao Yang stood upright and said loudly: "Father, don't pause, I want to fight again!" Zhao Yang has the capital to fight again, he is not a sword cultivator, he carries a heavy sword with him, just for cultivation, and it also has the effect of confusing the enemy, only Zhao Yang knows that his hole cards have not yet been played.

"Nonsense!" Zhao Feng flicked his sleeves and scolded loudly.

Qi Heng put his hands on his knees, and slowly stood upright and fought, his spine was as straight as a poplar tree, although he was surprised in his heart, he still said in a deep voice: "Come on!"

The tip of the needle is against Mai Mang, and the sun seems to be overshadowed by the duel between the two.

"Grandpa, I'm not convinced!" Qi Heng turned his head to look at the audience, this was the first time he had called Grandpa Qi Chengkun in person.

Qi Chengkun was now excited with tears in his eyes, and after being excited, he said four or five good in a row, Zhao Feng next to him was full of black lines, when did this old man Qi become so emotional, but he was helpless, secretly concentrating, if something happened for a while, he would come to the rescue, obviously Qi Chengkun also had this idea, his eyes were like an abyss, looking at the two of them.

Everyone on the field reached a climax, screaming everywhere, some supported Qi Heng, some supported Zhao Yang, but most of them were reluctant and cried to support Qi Heng.

Qi Heng and Zhao Yang did not move, Qi Heng secretly condensed the residual spiritual power, but Zhao Yang closed his eyes strangely, not knowing what conspiracy he was planning.

Suddenly, Zhao Yang opened his eyes, there seemed to be a blood-colored hell hidden in his eyes, Qi Heng was stunned, and he only saw Zhao Yang's lips closed one by one, as if he was saying "Scarlet sigh...", and then this blood-colored hell was magnified in Qi Heng's eyes.

In the bloody hell, the blood flowed like a river, and the perverted killing methods were imprinted in Qi Heng's mind one by one, looming as if he saw a man holding a sword and slowly stabbing into his abdomen, he saw it clearly, this figure seemed to be his father, but why did his father he? The father in hell was smiling, as if the sinister grin reached the root of his ears, Qi Heng shuddered, and then a sense of pain struck, looking at the blood gurgling in his abdomen, and his limbs were stiff but unable to stretch.

Everyone in the audience didn't know what was going on, only to see Qi Heng holding his abdomen and half-kneeling on the ground, his face seemed to look hideous because of the great pain he had endured.

There was a hint of a smile on Zhao Yang's pale face, he had tried outside and fought with demon beasts, and he accidentally got this strange exercise book printed with a scarlet sigh, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

A large bead of sweat dripped down Qi Heng's face, and everyone in the audience was biting at all, especially Chen Mu'er and Qi Chengkun, Chen Mu'er couldn't sit still anymore, and wanted to rush to the stage, but was stopped and subdued by everyone.

"Zhente Niang's yin damage, such an evil technique has been passed down to the world, but it is too small to look down on the master..."A complaining voice sounded in Qi Heng Lingquan, but Qi Heng couldn't feel it now.

Suddenly, a purple spiritual power that was imperceptible to everyone appeared under Qi Heng's eyes, beating strangely, and the blood-colored hell slowly dissipated from Qi Heng's eyes.

Zhao Yang in the distance was smiling, and Zhao Yang felt a buzzing scalp, dense turns, and his head was heavy, he slowly saw that there was an inhuman demon god standing in front of him, purple spiritual power surging, as if the sky and the earth were lurking at the feet of this person, Zhao Yang endured severe pain and watched, the demon god seemed to have the body of a god and a demon, as high as a thousand zhang, surrounded by four winds.

Zhao Yang seemed to be unable to endure this huge pressure, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground like a flood, and the strange thing was that this blood actually showed a strange black color under the illumination of the hot sun, Zhao Yang couldn't support it, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Qi Heng seemed to have a trace of consciousness, and after hearing the referee's "Qi Heng wins!" in full swing, his eyes also darkened, and he fell to the ground and lay down.