Chapter Ninety-Four: The Sorrowful Feng Zixuan

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He breathed a sigh of relief leisurely, only to feel that the whole person was refreshed, and his strength was surging, as if he had reached his peak state.

"Boy, your Juyuan cultivation is too low, do you want to break through first and then fight them. The first layer of Juyuan is easy to break through, if you want, this sect master can help you. ā€

As soon as Yang Hao finished pranayama, Jiang Han's divine sense transmission directly entered his mind.

Can this Juyuan layer still help? Yang Hao was puzzled, but then turned his head and refused.

I thought: If I want to break through, why do I need Jiang Han's help, I have already comprehended the first layer of the true spirit technique, as long as I attract the aura, I can advance to the first level of the true spirit at any time. But Brother doesn't want to cultivate these incomplete exercises, what Brother wants to cultivate is the thirteenth layer of the True Spirit.

"I can't imagine that this Jiang Han is quite worried about the honor of the sect, are you worried that I won't be able to beat that guy from the Thunder God Gate......

Wait, that's not right! With Jiang Han's character, he even dared to take out the best spiritual weapon in public, such a person didn't care about the honor of the sect anymore. Moreover, this sect martial arts fight did not set any interests, unless these sect masters secretly gambled and fought, how could Jiang Han be so kind to help himself!"

The more Yang Hao thought about it, the more he felt that there was an inside story, although he didn't know how to transmit his senses, he still said his words through his mouth, "Sect Master Jiang, Ming people don't say secret words, you are so nervous about the victory or defeat of the martial arts, there must be an inside story, it's better to say it and listen to it." Don't bully me for being too small to read, it's easy to fool, if I'm in a bad mood or depressed in my heart, resulting in losing the fight, don't blame me for the sect master. ā€

"I said you kid, this sect master just cares about you, but you want to come up with so many things. To be honest, do you think you can win a few battles so that I can have a bottom in my heart. ā€

If it was an ordinary sect competition, Jiang Han really didn't take it to heart, after all, Yang Hao's strength was definitely the first place in the Thunder God Sect. As long as you win the Thor Gate, it doesn't matter if you lose everything.

But this is not an ordinary competition, several sect masters have come up with good things to gamble, it is a matter of their own interests, Jiang Han is naturally nervous.

It's just that he didn't expect that his simple words would be seen through by Yang Hao, and he couldn't help but think: This kid is a bit evil, and he is younger and more witty than Lao Tzu.

"I've been feeling a little depressed lately, and I don't know how many small games I will win, so I hope the sect master will be forgiving. And in such a fight, there is no reward for winning, and it is difficult to be motivated. Yang Hao once again made a lip-syncing exchange.

He just wanted to get benefits from Jiang Han, although it was quite difficult, but Jiang Han was now riding a tiger, and victory or defeat was not in his control, so he didn't believe that he was uncompromising.

In addition, the martial arts fight is about to start with less than half a stick of incense, I really don't believe that he is not in a hurry.

"If you win, you get one-third of what you win, that's the biggest concession. ā€

Jiang Han is indeed in a hurry, otherwise with his character, he will definitely grind with Yang Hao to the end.

"The two Sword Hall and the Sword Pavilion should only have a thirty percent chance of winning, but it's not without a chance. As for the other three, if nothing else, it's okay to win. ā€

Yang Hao agreed to Jiang Han's conditions, although he didn't know what these strong men were gambling on, but Jiang Han was so tight, it was definitely not simple. Being able to calculate one-third of the reward from this stingy sect master, even Yang Hao felt that it was already very rebellious.

"In that case, I'm betting you can win it all. ā€

Jiang Han didn't communicate with Yang Hao again, but discussed something with the rest of the sect masters, which should be the content of the gambling game.

Although he didn't know Yang Hao, he could still see from the battle that Yang Hao was cautious.

A cautious person who says that the probability of winning is 30 percent, which is often about 50 percent. Although he didn't know where Yang Hao's self-confidence came from, Jiang Han still decided to take a gamble and believe in his vision.

"This martial arts fight between the newcomers of the six sects can be regarded as a grand ceremony in the last few decades, and it is not good to have a little bit of color. Therefore, several of our sect masters decided that if anyone won the first position, not only could they obtain 30 million amethyst, but they could also choose the inheritance secret book of any sect and spend a month to comprehend. ā€

Yan Jinghai's words made tens of millions of warriors unable to calm down at all.

Not to mention the astronomical number of amethysts, just by comprehending the secret texts of various sects, it is enough to make any martial artist crazy, and even Yang Hao is a little moved.

This battle of the six major sects must be won!

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The first to enter the ring was Yi Ming of the Sword Pavilion, his clear gaze swept around Yang Hao and the others, and finally locked on Feng Zixuan of the Desperate Palace.

Ming Yi's choice is still very wise, first of all, Xie Yu is a strong opponent, and he can't lose both sides from the beginning. And the rest of the sects, except for the Ruthless Palace, all had a good relationship with the Sword Pavilion, and Feng Zixuan naturally became cannon fodder very unfortunately.

This Feng Zixuan's family is also not ordinary, and the little brother who cheered for him in the stands was not a thousand, but also eight hundred.

It's just that their cheers fell into Feng Zixuan's ears so harshly. He knew in his heart that he was by no means Yi Ming's opponent, and the louder the cheers at this time, the more embarrassing he would be when he lost.

After these applauding martial artists felt Feng Zixuan's murderous gaze, they obediently closed their mouths and quietly waited for the result of the martial fight.

Although everyone is the first in the ring, Yiming's strength is obviously much higher than Feng Zixuan. Before his sword even used the ten-style sword technique, Feng Zixuan chose to surrender and reserve his strength to deal with the other players.

After Ming Yi, it was Xie Yu who came on the field, and his target was none other than Feng Zixuan, who had just chosen to surrender.

This time, Feng Zixuan didn't even go to the ring, so he chose to give up.

Yang Hao looked at his expression and felt funny in his heart.

This young man, who was still high-spirited an hour ago, innocently swallowed two consecutive defeats an hour later, and he didn't dare to complain, and his whole face became gloomy.

Perhaps it was Yang Hao's inadvertent smile that appeared, and Feng Zixuan stared at Yang Hao deadly. Because this time, it was his turn to play and choose the opponent.

"Your name is Yang Hao, right, Lao Tzu is going to challenge you. ā€

The iron fan in Feng Zixuan's hand shook, but he also had a bit of a model of a beautiful man, but it was a pity that he chose the wrong person.

"Brother didn't offend you, why do you have to choose brother to be your opponent, which dog-headed brother of the Thunder God Gate should be the weakest one here. ā€

Yang Hao did not forget the purpose of the True Moon Sect, and ridiculed the Thunder God Sect all the time.

"Lao Tzu is not happy when he looks at you, you guy is obviously so frustrated, why can you get so many people's support and applause. ā€

Feng Zixuan was anxious to find someone to save face, it was a fact that he couldn't beat Ming Yi and Xie Yu, but it wasn't Yang Hao's turn to laugh.

Every word of Feng Zixuan was completely spread out with Lingyuan, and his followers also understood the situation and knew that Gongzi was going to move seriously, and he tried his best to say a lot of praise for Feng Zixuan.

The martial artists who watched the battle turned out to be unfamiliar with this person, but his high profile quickly made people understand him. After hearing Feng Zixuan's various powerful records, he felt that he was very likely to defeat Yang Hao.

Yang Hao's name is big, although there are many people who support it, but there are also a large number of people who don't like it. This is the jealousy of the strong, and complaining about the injustice of their fate.

At this time, Feng Zixuan stood up, and they naturally chose to support Feng Zixuan.

Feng Zixuan in the ring smiled, at least half of the martial artists present supported him, and the cheers and applause were definitely the most wonderful sounds he had ever heard in his life.

"Stupid guy who can't even see through the situation, your face is worthless in my eyes. ā€

Yang Hao smiled innocently, what kind of sect the Desperate Palace is, he also has a general understanding. And this Feng Zixuan joined such a sect, no matter how you look at it, he is not a good person, in order to prevent him from harming more women in the future, Yang Hao has decided to make a heavy hand.

"Don't be ashamed, your battle Lao Tzu has noticed, the level is just that. I will defeat you in front of thousands of warriors to prove my determination in martial arts. ā€

Yang Hao is also rare to reason with him, anyway, there is not much time for this person's scenery, so let him be nostalgic again.

"The fight begins. ā€

With the referee's order, Yang Hao had already killed with a long gun in his hand.

He did not hide his strength at all, because it was no longer necessary.

"I actually held the gun and used my left hand. ā€

Not only Feng Zixuan was surprised, but even the martial artists who watched the battle were also surprised.

"Isn't this Yang Hao a swordsman, how can he use a gun?"

"The use of a gun is also not the point, the most important thing is that he uses his left hand. Just now, I won the first place in the ring of the True Moon Sect with one hand, so now ......"

"Maybe this person is just bluffing, Feng Zixuan's strength is quite good, and no matter how many small actions Yang Hao makes, he can't win. ā€

The discussions of the martial artists were varied, but the voice of support for Yang Hao had overshadowed them all, for no other reason than because Yang Hao used his left hand.

Feng Zixuan was extremely angry when he heard these discussions, and he was ready to defeat Yang Hao at all costs.

The iron fan in his hand has nearly doubled in size under the blessing of Lingyuan. When several fierce winds were fanned, six or seven poisonous needles flew out from the edge of the iron fan.

This move is extremely insidious, if the martial artist's divine sense is slightly weaker, he often only blocks the fierce wind, and is hit by a poisonous needle.

It's a pity that Yang Hao is tired of playing with poisonous needles. And Feng Zixuan actually wanted to kill him with this thing, it was simply wishful thinking.

Yang Hao's gun shook vigorously, not only breaking through the fierce wind, but all the poisonous needles were also shot down. Seeing that he was about to kill Feng Zixuan's side, the spirit yuan of the whole body gathered, the strength was tense to the extreme, his arms crackled, and the small muscle units completely exploded, with supreme might, smashing towards Feng Zixuan fiercely.

This blow has no rules at all, and it is the ultimate manifestation of Yang Hao's current strength.

Feng Zixuan looked at the spear that smashed from the top of his head, he was both frightened and jumping, just a simple glance, he felt the weight of power.

This shot must not be hard-connected, it must be dodged......

Feng Zixuan wanted to dodge, but how could Yang Hao give him a chance. At this moment, the instantaneous body method was opened, and the whole person seemed to teleport, and it had already appeared in the opponent's seven-foot position. Before Feng Zixuan could understand what was going on, the spear had already been smashed down.

"Ahh ā€

Feng Zixuan's scream rang out as the shot fell.

And the entire Wushuang Square was as silent as death, because Yang Hao's shot was too amazing and domineering.

Originally, everyone thought that if Yang Hao wanted to win Feng Zixuan, he would have to fight at least hundreds of rounds. Some warriors weren't even ready to watch the fight, and the fight was declared over.

"Instant kill, oh my God, Feng Zixuan was actually killed in seconds! With that shot just now, Yang Hao could definitely kill him, but it was just that he was not allowed to kill people in the ring. ā€

"I thought that Yang Hao's strength was just a little stronger than this person. But now I have reason to believe that he really has the strength to stand out from the crowd. ā€

Not only the martial artists who watched the battle, but even Xie Yu and Yiming both repositioned Yang Hao's strength.

And Zhang Hong, the representative of the Thunder God Sect, was directly stunned, he naturally knew that the Thunder God Sect had an enmity with the True Moon Sect. Before the game, he felt that his strength could beat Yang Hao, but now it seems that it is too ridiculous.

However, he also felt fortunate that after learning Yang Hao's true strength, he would directly admit defeat when he fought against him later, otherwise the end would be the same as Feng Zixuan.

Feng Zixuan's defeat, Ximen Covered with Rain's face was the most ugly.

Losing to the Sword Hall and the Sword Pavilion was nothing, but he was killed by the kid of the True Moon Sect in seconds. After this matter was fermented, it spread out, and for the already disreputable Ruthless Palace, there was another handle to be ridiculed, which made him, the sect master, how could he bear it.

And the most angry thing is that he can't show his angry face when he covers the rain, otherwise he will be ridiculed like Lei Luoshan.

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