After Wan Xiao finished speaking, he patted his stomach and walked out of the house.

"Be careful," Jin Hong's voice came from afar.

"Got it, trust your son, today, I'm going to get back what belongs to me. Wan Xiao replied firmly.

Located in the central area of Wanjia, Wanjia Wushu Field is the best venue for Wanjia to learn and train, and it is also a gathering place for the younger generation.

Wan Xiao took a deep breath, his heart trembled a little, this place that had humiliated him, he wanted to take back the dignity that belonged to him. I vaguely remember the last time I came, it was three months ago.

"Yo! Isn't this the well-known little prince of garbage? You dare to come, is it because of the itchy skin lately? Or hasn't you been beaten enough?" Walking into the martial arts arena, a bald young man walked over, naked and with clear muscle lines, ignoring that Wan Xiao's father was the patriarch.

The world of musicians is like this, advocating personal strength, personal strength is not good, your father is the patriarch is not good.

Wan Xiao narrowed his eyes, glanced at Wan Qiang with disdain, and said, "You bastard, you still have the face to talk about me?"

Wan Qiang was choked up and speechless all of a sudden, yes, his mother is Sanfang, which is also a scar in his heart.

But when I thought about trampling Wanxiao under my feet for a while, my mood felt a little better.

"It seems that you haven't had enough in bed, let me help you? Wan Qiang said.

"Garbage people always love to talk about other people's garbage, just like a barking dog doesn't bite. Wan Xiao replied with a smile.

"Do you dare to come to practice?" Wan Qiang's face showed a fierce light, at this time he had been angered by Wan Xiao, at this time he had only one purpose in his heart, that is, to crush Wan Xiao fiercely, so that he could no longer laugh. Although the martial arts arena can't put people to death, it's normal to break an arm and a leg.

Even if he is the son of the patriarch, his skills are not as good as others, the patriarch can't say anything, you must know what a shocking news it is to defeat the patriarch's son again, not only can he increase his popularity, but the family's resources may also be tilted to him, the best of both worlds, why not?

"It can be, but this son is a figure with a head and a face, how can he duel with a little shrimp like you, it's too cheap, and there is no sincerity at all. Wan Xiao touched his chin and said.

"Then what do you want to do?" Wan Qiang's face was expressionless, his fists clenched and he was insulted by Wan Xiao again and again, and he couldn't control himself a little.

"Simple, let's have a gambling fight, I see that you are eager to try, can't you wait? You must know that it is your honor to face the son of the head of the Wan family, if you don't fight with you, I should say that I did not meet the requirements of the people at the bottom, it is really embarrassing for this son!" Wan Xiao spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Don't talk nonsense, how much money, I want you to pay a fine light! Don't kneel there and beg me when the time comes!" Wan Qiang said fiercely.

"I'm afraid you can't afford to lose, a thousand Le Coins, come on!" Wan said with a smile, his eyes full of mockery. You must know that his pocket money for three months is only 1,000 Le Coins, and the amount of Happy Coin correspondingly represents the amount of cultivation resources.

"Okay, don't regret it!" Although it hurt a little, he gritted his teeth and agreed. This is half a year's pocket money for Wan Qiang, after all, he doesn't have a father who is a patriarch.

"Grind and chirp, are you a?" Wan Xiao sneered.

Wan Qiang didn't answer, the two went directly to the gambling venue, and a deacon saw Wan Xiao and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Uncle Zhen, I'm here to gamble, will you line up?" Wan Xiao also beckoned to Uncle Zhen.

"Xiao Gongzi, I just happened to have no one today, so I will arrange it for you directly!" Wan Zhenhua rubbed his hands and glanced at him, meaning to help him solve this matter, obviously he also knew that Wan Qiang was at odds with him, because he was from the patriarch's faction.

"It's okay, Uncle Zhen, thank you!" Wan smiled and handed over a look that believed him.

Wan Qiang on the side felt the importance of power and couldn't help clenching his fists.

Wan Xiao threw a money bag directly on the gambling table, and turned around to the stage in a dashing manner, while Wan Qiang on the side was much shabby, and he didn't make up the music coins together, so he had to take out his mortal spirit treasure to barely get it together.

At this time, the gambling arena was also full of people, Wan Xiao smiled, he knew that this was Wan Qiang's ghost, and he wanted him to lose face if he was defeated. However, how can he let him get his wish, this gambling fight is related to his future and his father's face, with his trained strength is the best test, although he is confident in his own strength, but after all, Wan Qiang is also the tenth level of the old mortal realm, and his strength cannot be underestimated.

At this time, although Wan Xiao had waves in his heart, but on the surface it still looked like a light and breezy appearance, and the audience was very surprised that Wan Xiao, who was still lying on the bed a few days ago, was alive again, and was still doing a big thing, wouldn't it be a disease?

"Let's go!" With the referee's order, Wan Qiang launched the attack first, and he didn't dare to be careless, after all, it was a thousand music coins.

"Thunder Palm!" Wan Qiang actually directly used the mortal rank high-grade martial arts, like a bolt of lightning straight towards Wan Xiao. At this time, he still had a cruel smile on his face, as if he thought that was the end of it. Because this is Wanqiang's strongest martial art.

I saw Wan Xiao raise his right arm unhurriedly, bent his legs, and a dark black shield appeared in front of Wan Xiao's eyes, directly blocking Wan Qiang's fatal blow. Wan Qiang was surprised for a while, with the number of his tenth-level voiceprints, he couldn't beat an eighth-level one? How did he know that Wan Xiao was already at the ninth level at this time

And he has two major war skills.

But at this time, Wan Qiang used the Thunder Palm again, wanting to consume Wan Xiao, but a surprising scene happened, the Xuanwu Shield directly became illusory, the Thunder Palm passed directly through the shield, and the feeling of hitting the empty palm was absolutely uncomfortable, and a stream of reverse blood gushed from the throat to the mouth. Just before the adjustment was finished, a wind blew from behind him, and he secretly said that it was bad, at this time, the power was in front of the force used up and the force was not used, only to hear a "sound martial arts" His whole person was like a kite with a broken line was knocked off the gambling table. He visibly felt a few pieces of his sternum shatter.

"Wanqiang, defeat!" The whole process feels fast to the audience, and it only lasts less than ten seconds, but it reverses people's perception of Wan Xiao.

At this time, Wan Xiao jumped off the gambling table lightly, and the deacon took off the prize and handed it to Wan Xiao with a smile on his face, but in Wan Xiao's opinion, the deacon was smiling like a chrysanthemum at this time, and the folds on his face were wrinkled.

Out of politeness, Wan Xiao accepted the prize and bowed slightly to the deacon.

At this time, there was a lot of discussion in the audience, Wan Xiao glanced at the crowd, and suddenly said loudly, "Today, I am here to guard, the prize is worth two thousand music coins, who is not satisfied can challenge, first explain that I am the ninth level of the mortal realm, the challenger level is limited to the mortal realm, the reward I won will be superimposed on the bet, each person must not be less than one thousand each bet, if you want to abuse me, you can come!"

"Why is he only the ninth level of the mortal realm? and he also crushed Wan Qiang?" The people in the audience looked incredulous, after all, they were one level behind, and the total amount of sound lines in their bodies was much less. The deacon also looked at Wan Xiao in surprise and secretly sighed that this young man had courage.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Wan Qiang's strength was killed without showing it at all, so it seems that this deal is not a loss.

But Wan Xiao just wants everyone to know that he Wan Xiao is no longer the gentleman he used to be, but a strong man! After watching the video, Wan Xiao knew that the world was so exciting, and he was just a frog at the bottom of a well. And the kind at the bottom.

"My path to becoming stronger starts here!" Wan Xiao said secretly.

"I'm coming!" Wan Xiao's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice, and a thin young man flew onto the stage, carrying a money bag in his hand.

He was wearing the Ice Dream Silk Practice Uniform, and proudly threw a bag of sound coins on it.

"Contemptible Wan Qingyang, please advise. "Obviously, Wan Qingyang is not convinced by Wan Xiao's strength, how can a boy who is slaughtered by others and is idle can be a cut above them? Wan Qiang that guy is really useless, he is too light on the enemy, see if I don't beat him to cry dad and call mother, Wan Qingyang thought to himself.

Wan Xiao on the side nodded, and simply reported his name. The referee saw that the two sides were already in place and started the game directly. At this time, Wan Xiao instantly exerted his strength and rushed towards Wan Qingyang. Wan Qingyang was obviously stunned for a moment, because he thought that Wan Xiao was going to wait for him to attack, how did he know that Wan Xiao wanted to fight quickly, after all, he had already felt a few hostile eyes just now, and a quick victory was the essence of wheel warfare, with the least consumption, the maximum strength, and strive to win with one blow.

But at this moment, Wan Qingyang also moved, after all, he was also an old tenth-level powerhouse, after a short period of surprise, he understood that he had lost the opportunity, he began to block the defense with both hands, Wan Xiao saw this and jumped directly into the air, a whip leg, directly knocked Wan Qingyang back dozens of steps, almost made him fall off the competition platform.

What kind of strength the hell is this? Wan Qingyang said secretly. At this time, Wan smiled unforgivingly, and shouted loudly, "Look at my sound martial arts!" A right fist went down and slammed directly between Wan Qingyang's arms, Wan Qingyang felt an irresistible force coming from his arms, directly hitting his arms with a click, dislocating, and then flying to Wan Qiang's side like a kite with a broken string, groaning.

Of course, Wan Xiao didn't use Yinwu Fist, Wan Qingyang was also very puzzled, when did a practice fist be so powerful? If he knew that the punch that defeated him was an eternal immortal fist, he would probably have accepted his fate.

Five seconds, it only took five seconds to crush a tenth-level Wan Qingyang, you must know that Wan Qingyang not only entered the tenth-level early, but also is the leader of the younger generation, and he can be ranked in the top five. Wan Xiao's strength can be seen.

"Brother Ba, Wan Xiao's product is a bit horizontal! If you don't educate him, your position as the first person of the young generation should arouse suspicion. A minion-like clansman said to Wan Ba, who was leaning on a big knife beside him.

Wan Ba glanced at the minion, which directly frightened him to look up.

"There are some things that should not be said, but less said!" said Wan Ba calmly.