The sun has just crossed the middle line, and the martial arts training field is once again crowded, and this year's clan competition has come to an end, and it has also entered the finale.

The three teams, Qianjiang, Qianhe, and Qian Youyou, Qian Youyou is no longer able to fight, even if Qian Chong leads the team to fight, it is also important to participate. Therefore, there is only one focus, and that is the battle between the two most outstanding teenagers of the Qian family, but most of them set the final winner on the head of Qian Jiang.

Qian Youyou also came, sitting next to Qian Feihong, which made the latter's three sisters-in-law unhappy for a while, especially Qian Chonghuan, if it wasn't for the presence of the old man, I am afraid that he would have slapped it with a palm, you know, Qian Lan has not woken up yet.

In the noisy crowd, a disheveled teenager found a vacant seat and sat down, and the slightly sour 'body fragrance' made the people around him snort.

"Big brother, what round is this?" the young man sat down and breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had arrived in a hurry.

"The last round!" replied a middle-aged man next to him, twisting his head and leaning over.

"The last round?" the boy raised his eyebrows, "Who are the top three?"

The man didn't want to talk to him at all, he couldn't bear the young man's longing eyes and the smell on his body, so he hurriedly told the previous three teams and got up to change seats, and didn't forget to complain, "I said, did you fall into the dung pit?

As if he hadn't heard the second half of the sentence, the young man grinned, although he was unkempt, the curvature on the corner of his mouth was so familiar, it looked harmless to humans and animals, but there was a hint of evil hidden in it after careful taste, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay,

After the middle-aged man left, a few more people couldn't stand the sour 'body smell' in the air and left one after another. The young man looked left and right, the martial arts training ground was crowded with people, and he had become a small piece of pure land here, shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, looked at the ring from afar and waited for the opening.

The noisy crowd fell silent as Wei Zhong's figure appeared in the ring.

"The last round is a wheel battle, where the three teams compete one by one to determine the first, second, and third place. Wei Zhong was about to start the game after announcing the rules, but a deep voice came from the center stand.

"Great Elder, I just forget about the wheel battle, change it to a ring match, with the Qianjiang branch sitting and the other two teams fighting. Under the eyes of the audience, Qian Feihong said.

The young man with his own 'body fragrance' also looked at it, and when a sick shadow beside Qian Feihong came into view, the corners of his mouth pursed helplessly.

Qian Feihong was understandable for this arrangement, Wei Zhong nodded and took the order, and jumped out of the ring after changing the rules.

Qian Jiang brushed his robe, and flew into the ring under the admiration of thousands of girls, his white clothes fluttering, his black hair dancing, his breath was extraordinary, and he was extremely chic.

Except for the one that dealt with Qian Yun, Qian Jiang had never made a move, and at this time, standing in the ring, he maintained an indifferent expression as always, and after looking around, his eyes fell on Qian He, who was also looking at him. As the first junior of the Qian family, if you really want to find someone who can be comparable to him, it can only be the latter.

Qian He smiled indifferently, jumped out of the ground with his feet, and landed in the ring without shaking a trace of dust, this control of strength and body can be described as perfect.

The clan is a grand event of the Qian family, with many participating teams and a long duration, but when the two dashing and dignified figures stood in the ring, the excitement in people's eyes was completely ignited, as if all the fights in front of them were for this scene.

It's understandable to think about it, it's like peeling an onion, tearing off the outer petals layer by layer, and finally you can see the onion core.

"Big brother, please advise!" Qian He gave a salute first, no matter what, the figure on the other side was his brother.

Nodding his head as a salute, Qian Jiang's right foot straddled, shoulder-width apart, and then bent his four fingers and made a 'come' gesture.

Qian He's eyes froze, the aura of the junior Yuan General completely exploded, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that the other party was Qian Jiang who was a whole rank higher than him?

Looking at the fearless Qian He in the ring, Qian Feihong nodded secretly, if he didn't even have the courage to make a move when he met a strong man, how could he talk about achieving grandeur? Then he looked sideways at Qian Bi and said: "Second brother, when the clan competition is over, you send He'er to me, and I will train it myself." ”

Slightly stunned, Qian Bi hurriedly got up to salute, and replied excitedly: "Thank you, father." ”

Qian Ce and Qian Chonghuan couldn't help but shake the corners of their eyes, Qian Feihong's favoritism made the two very unhappy, but they didn't dare to contradict each other, but fortunately, the latter's voice soon sounded again.

"Jiang'er and Lan'er should also come over together, the selection of the Danshi Guild is also approaching, relying on the guidance of the three of you, I'm afraid that none of my Qian family will be shortlisted." ”

Qian Ce and Qian Chonghuan hurriedly got up and saluted.

While talking on the stage, Qian He's breath had reached its peak, and he broke the deadlock with a loud shout, and he was wrapped in Dasheng's green light, turning into a goshawk flapping its wings and hitting the air, and after a long roar, he pulled up a roar and rushed down fiercely.

"Xuan-level advanced technique!" the young man sitting alone in the empty seat frowned slightly, and he could feel the power emanating from that lifelike goshawk.

Raising his head slightly, the wind like a knife swept the majestic energy and danced all the three thousand hairs, Qian Jiang's indifferent eyes finally had a trace of seriousness, he clenched his fists, bent his legs, and shouted to the sky, looking from afar like a dragon going out to sea.

"This guy isn't in vain!" said the young man sitting alone while scratching the itch, but in the slightly open shirt, in addition to a few red scratches, there was also a palm-sized pattern printed on his chest, lifelike and imposing, "Damn, it's time to take a bath!"

The deafening loud noise focused the boy's attention on the ring again, and at this time, the space was distorted, the ripples spread, the residual light flew, and the aftermath was terrifying.

The goshawk collapsed, and the Qian River revealed its body, swaying and falling in the air like autumn leaves.

Jiaolong lost its form, but the remnants of Qianjiang's offensive remained, and when it rose to a critical high, it chased after the falling Qianhe with the help of the inertia of gravity.

The sound of the wind overhead made Qian He's face solemn, and the moment he landed, he endured the huge waves in his chest and rolled on the spot, and a fierce vitality rubbed his feet and smashed the ring into a pit half a meter deep and one foot wide.

The corners of Qian He's mouth snorted, and the next second he dodged the attack in a thrilling way, he supported the ground with one arm and swept out with a whip leg.

Qian Jiang's eyes froze, and the inertia of his fall made it impossible for him to change direction, but he didn't intend to dodge, he turned his fist into a palm, and collided tightly with the whip leg that kicked and swept away.

The powerful collision erupted into a thunderous sound, and Qian He brushed the ground for more than ten meters, while Qian Jiang took advantage of the momentum and fell steadily after flipping in mid-air.

"These two guys' practical skills are not ordinary. The young man who sat alone nodded in amazement as he poked the ashes on his chest.

This collision temporarily interrupted the fierce fight, and a carp in Qianhe stood up, and the battle intent in the black pupils was even stronger, but the clothes on his body were already in tatters.

Compared with the somewhat embarrassed Qianhe, Qianjiang stood on his feet, his face was indifferent, and even his breathing maintained a normal rhythm, and when a gust of wind passed, the spotless robe swayed lightly, and the gap between the two sides was clear at a glance.

"Second brother, the face that should be given is given to the elder brother, do you want to go down by yourself or do you want me to do it?"

Qian He smiled coldly, and simply pulled the broken shirt away, "Thank you for the mercy of the eldest brother, but the younger brother still wants to understand the true strength of the eldest brother!"

"It's okay!" Qian Jiang's expression was still indifferent, but his aura suddenly became violent, rising to the realm of the middle-level general, and at the same time, on the flat palm, a green ball was gradually condensing.