Time freezes, but it melts in an instant.

Endless exclamations reverberated in all directions, and waves of terrifying sounds rose and fell, as if they would never die.

This is the most lively and terrifying scene of the martial arts tournament so far, and it is difficult to replicate it in the past and present.

Xie Shuchuan was stunned on the spot, Lin Guangchuan's body was trembling, and Mo Siyong also lowered his arrogant head, and Zhang Fang's strength completely shattered his confidence.

"This is by no means a height that people can reach. Mo Siyong was amazed in his heart.

All the Qi Breaking Masters, including the Yun Clan's clansmen, focused their eyes on Zhang Fang's body, looking at the blood-dripping long sword.

Chen Yuan was a master of qi breaking, but he couldn't even take a move, and his wrists were cut off by a sharp sword with just one face, and he was devastated.

"Who is he?

"I don't know. ”

"It's really perverted, when did such a monster appear in Yunzhou?"

"If I'm not mistaken, he made a move to protect the reputation of the Haisha Gang, could it be that he is a member of the Haisha Gang?"

"It's very possible, such a terrifying young master, the resources needed for his growth are massive, and small sects can't be cultivated. ”

"Maybe it's Xiong Tiannan's closed disciple!"

"Highly likely!"

"Maybe Yesterday"

Everyone is speculating about Zhang Fang's identity, what is the background of this young master, and what is the origin?

With a "bang", the sharp sword retracted its scabbard, and the bright red sword was as bright as blood.

"Next time, I will be disrespectful" Zhang Fang stared at Chen Yuan gently, and walked by Chen Yuan's side: "It's not just a hand!"

"Chief Helmsman (Master)!"

The people of the Kun Yuan Association immediately rushed forward and supported Chen Yuan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and the blood loss was so excessive that his face turned pale.

"You" several people glared at Zhang Fang, all holding swords in their hands.

"Stand down!" Tatsumoto said in a low voice, his voice weak.

"Chief Helmsman (Master)!"

Zhang Fang didn't care about everyone's eyes, and under everyone's horrified gaze, he slowly walked towards the territory of the Haisha Gang, his demeanor was extremely calm.

He nodded to Xie Chuanchuan, ignored Mo Siyong, and then glanced at Lin Guangchuan indifferently, very displeased, and said, "It's really a waste." ”

Lin Guangchuan's face was extremely pale, it was a hundred times more ugly than when Chen Yuan and others were persecuted, and this humiliation made him angry.

Just a gang of juniors

However, compared to calming the anger in the heart, life is the most precious.

Lin Guangchuan lowered his head and stood quietly with Mo Siyong, he actually knew that Zhang Fang was reproaching him for losing the face of the Haisha Gang.

Originally, Lin Guangchuan didn't dare to sit on the chair, but Zhang Fang was not taboo, but everyone felt that it should be so.

Yun Teng squinted at the noisy below, and the pure white beard on his chin flew in the wind, quite like a fairy wind bone.

"Xiaoyu, what do you think of him. Yun Teng's face was calm.

"Very strong, stronger than the vast majority of people. The young man beside Yun Teng had a solemn expression, staring intently at Zhang Fang below.

"What about your uncle?" Yun Teng asked.

"Except for the uncle, they are not opponents. Yun Yu's words were very concise, but as if they were telling the truth, Yun Teng nodded approvingly.

"But" Yun Yu paused, his expression showing a little jealousy.

"Fight to the death, he is by no means my opponent. ”

Yunyu clenched his fists, his gaze determined.

"Of course, a martial artist is only a martial artist after all, and you are the genius who has the best hope of succeeding in burning silence and breaking through to the realm of hidden gods in the past three hundred years. ”

Yun Teng's gaze at Yun Yu was very soft, like a warm spring breeze.

"Even if I give up the power of the bloodline, I will not be defeated. "For his own strength, Yunyu is extremely confident.

The bloodline of the Yun clan's collateral clan is impure, and it is difficult to step into the realm of the hidden gods, so all the Yun clansmen's collateral clansmen will also cultivate first-class internal skills and martial arts.

As the true overlord of Yunzhou's martial arts, there are countless first-class martial arts in stock, which are not comparable to the likes of the Haisha Gang.

The top-level internal strength can not only improve their strength, but when the martial arts are promoted to the realm of returning to the yuan, that is, the innate realm, the human body will rebel against the innate realm.

Innate True Qi can slowly purify the bloodline of the body, which is what the Yun clan people really want to achieve.

However, the realm of martial arts returning to the origin, even if it is a bloodline, it is difficult to reach.

"Is it the peak of breaking the qi? Hmph, soon I will step into the realm of returning to the yuan. Yun Yu looked at Zhang Fang, his eyes full of provocation, this is the fierce opponent he has encountered so far.

Yun Teng's right index finger tapped on the dark and shiny armchair, not knowing what he was thinking, while the other eight Yun Clansmen had different expressions.

"Are all the nine major gangs here?" asked Yun Teng.

The middle-aged man in yellow stood up, bowed to Yunteng and said, "Except for the Wuyi faction in Pingkang County, they are all here. ”

"Pingkangjun?" Yun Teng thought for a moment and said, "Leave them alone. ”

Yun Teng looked up at the sky, and then said calmly, "The hour has come, you can start." ”

"Understood!" the man in yellow stepped back, then looked at all the gangs below: "Everyone, please be quiet!"

In front of him was a square black box—a roar that amplifies the sound many times over, and is available in many auction houses.

The scene soon fell silent, and everyone knew that the thirty-year-old martial arts tournament had officially begun.

"Now I declare that the martial arts tournament is the beginning. ”

The audience suddenly boiled again.

The first thing that started was the gang competition outside the eight gangs, and each gang could only produce one person, and from more than 200 people, eighteen contestants were competed.

These players can challenge the disciples of the Nine Gangs at will, and as long as they defeat three of the Nine Gangs' seeds, they can take the supremacy of the county where the gang is located.

Of course, there are only two chances, and once you fail, there is no possibility.

The ring is large enough to be divided into five areas: east, west, north, south, and middle.

The rules of the tournament are quite simple, except that no poison can be used, and any sword and hidden weapon is allowed.

The criterion for judging victory is extremely simple, just force the opponent out of the area, regardless of any means, life or death.

Zhang Fang had no interest in any of this, and neither did the Yun family.

For the Yun family, no matter who wins or loses, it is just their dog in the end, as long as the dog is obedient and obedient, it is enough to have some ability.

But apart from them, the rest of the people took the battle very seriously.

Xie Shuchuan stared at the ring and said in surprise: "This man has a lot of energy, is he a master of cultivating external skills?"

Zhang Fang was interested, squinting at the high ring.

One is thin and one fat in the middle of the ring, and his height is almost close to one meter seventy-five.

However, there was a gap from what everyone imagined, and the thin man lifted the fat man of more than three hundred pounds, and then threw it out of the area at once.

Next, a few more people appeared, who were also suspected to be masters of external skills, with great strength and very strong bodies.

And as time went by, the number of people with this strength skyrocketed, and after just a few duels, no less than twenty people appeared.

Zhang Fang's eyesight is amazing, and he can see their general strength, which generally varies from the early to mid-stage of the earthquake.

Among them, there was even the strength of the late stage of the shock, which made the qi breaking masters present unable to sit still.

There have been perverts like Zhang Fang, and now there are more perverts one after another, and they intuitively feel that things must not be simple.

Cultivating external skills not only requires perseverance and perseverance, but also requires clever exercises and abundant resources, and it takes a lot of time, which is much more scarce than internal masters.

The so-called external masters of those small gangs in the ring, according to the observation of these Qi Breaking Grandmasters, do not seem to meet these conditions.

And they seem to have difficulty controlling their own strength, and they can't even control their own strength, so how can they be considered qualified warriors?

There must be something different!

"When did the Shock Qi Warrior become mass-produced?"

Zhang Fang suddenly smiled slightly, and suddenly understood something?

It wasn't like he hadn't seen such a person, and vaguely he had guessed something.

"It doesn't seem easy. Zhang Fang touched his chest, and there was a piece of sect jade pendant given by evil jade.