In the third game of this round, it was Qin Yang and Wang Wen's turn.

Qin Yang stood up from his seat, stretched out his arms, and kicked hard under his feet, like a roc spreading its wings, and flew to the ring. His extraordinary figure attracted applause from the audience.

"Brother Qin, Qin Yang's nephew's body is really powerful, it seems that the champion of this year's martial arts competition is none other than his nephew. Yan Zhou bowed his hand to Qin Zhen and complimented him, and when the people from other forces saw this, they all echoed it.

Hearing everyone's compliments, Qin Zhen said modestly: "Where, where, carving insect tricks, you can't get on the stage." Although he said this, the pride and pride on his face were undisguised.

Qin Yang stood on top of the ring, his expression proudly scanned the audience, his eyes fell on Wang Wen, and he hooked his finger at Wang Wen.

"Hmph, look at how sassy he is!

Zhanying pursed his lips, and he shouted at Wang Wen: "Wang Wen, kill him, I will invite you to drink a month's flower wine!"

Wang Wen slowly stood up from his seat and walked to the ring step by step. The pace is neither fast nor slow, and the walk is extremely chic.

"Wang Wen!" Wang Wen ......"

Seeing Wang Wen's handsome figure, I don't know which female cultivator was the first to call out his name. Immediately after that, the female screams rang out like a tide. Even Lu Rui in the viewing area of the Lu family firm was excited at this time, waving his hands and shouting Wang Wen's name with the crowd.

Xiao Yao scraped his chin with his nails, he didn't expect Wang Wen to have so many fans.

"Wang Wen, the accounts in the bookstore that day will be settled here today. I want you to know that I, Qin Yang, am not something that anyone can afford to provoke!" Qin Yang said with an arrogant face.

"Heh, it's so unfortunate, I, Wang Wen, am the one who anyone dares to mess with!" Wang Wen stared at Qin Yang fiercely.

Suddenly, the ring was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Hmph! It's useless to talk about it, let's see the real chapter under our hands!"

Qin Yang stopped talking nonsense, his body suddenly moved, and he launched an attack on Wang Wen. He formed a palm with his right hand and slapped it towards Wang Wen.

Wang Wen carried one hand behind his back, and the other hand faced Qin Yang.

"Bump!"

The palms collided, and the two surging vitality collided fiercely. Where the palms touched, the air was torn apart by the waves of energy generated by the collision of the vital energy, forming a whirlpool of air currents the size of a face.

"Wow! Wang Wen is so handsome!"

The female audience in the audience screamed again.

This blow collided, and neither of them used occult arts. What we fight for is strength, and who is more energetic. The two of them have to divide the high and low in cultivation, and no one can take half a step back, otherwise they will be weakened in momentum.

The collision just now was just a tentative attack by the two, and the real trick was still to come.

"Humph!"

Qin Yang snorted coldly, and the vitality in his hand became even more turbulent. Wang Wen was not to be outdone, his robe was swollen, and the surging degree of vitality also rose a few points.

The whirlpool of air currents set off by the air waves expanded by a few points. Both of them are triple cultivators of the Casting Birth Realm, and they both have used the strength of tenth-level cultivation, and no one can win against anyone, so they are deadlocked with each other.

Suddenly, a grim smile appeared on Qin Yang's face. He shouted lightly: "Defeat!" The vitality in his hand, which had already reached the triple limit of the Casting Realm, instantly skyrocketed again. With an irresistible momentum, he crushed towards Wang Wen.

Qin Yang's momentum skyrocketed, and his vitality also pressed Wang Wen's vitality backwards. Wang Wen's face changed slightly, and he secretly spontaneously wanted to push back the vitality that was pressing on his side. But no matter how hard he tried, Qin Yang's vitality was like a mountain, still crushing towards him.

Seeing this, Wang Wen frowned. Something is wrong, the Casting Birth Realm is threefold, and it is impossible to have such a majestic vitality. Unless...... Unless he's already reached the Fourfold Forge Realm!

"You're already a Casting Realm Quadruple?"

Wang Wen stared at Qin Yang and asked with a solemn face.

"Surprised, huh?"

Qin Yang laughed contemptuously and increased the offensive of the Yuan Qi on his arm. The vitality was like a tide, surging towards Wang Wen.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

Wang Wen was shocked back three steps, he clutched his chest, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. Qin Yang's vitality turned over in his body, making him feel almost out of breath. It took a lot of effort to disperse the vitality that Qin Yang had left in his body.

Seeing that Wang Wen was injured, the female audience in the audience covered their mouths and did not dare to speak, for fear that as soon as they spoke out, Wang Wen's injury would worsen. Lu Rui clenched her small fists with a worried expression.

"Hmph, admit defeat!" Qin Yang withdrew his palm and looked at Wang Wen proudly.

"Congratulations to Brother Qin, the nephew is sixteen years old and has already reached the fourth level of the Casting Realm, and his future achievements are limitless. Yan Zhou looked at Qin Yang's performance, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"Congratulations to the Qin family master!" "Congratulations to the Qin family master!" ...... Everyone else hurriedly sent a horse to Qin Zhen. The sound of congratulations lingering in his ears made Qin Zhen feel very comfortable.

"In my Wang Wen's dictionary, I have never admitted defeat with two words!"

Sou!

A pen and a book suddenly appeared in his hand. He poured energy into the brush, which glowed with light.

The brush swiped quickly on the book, and the book was also a masterpiece of pink.

"The first chapter of the golden bottle plum - Pan Jinlian's spring heart is rippling, and Ximen Qing's prodigal son is in love!"

He let out a loud shout and made a stroke. Dense small characters swarmed out of the book, condensing in the air, forming a curtain of light.

With a pop, the light curtain shook, and a beautiful picture appeared inside. In the picture, a beautiful woman with almost transparent clothes walked out of the light curtain with a snake waist twisted, and walked towards Qin Yang in a charming manner.

Qin Yang looked at the woman and snorted coldly: "Carving insect tricks! Little illusion, dare to show off in front of me!" He waved his robe, and a surging vitality hit the woman who was walking towards him.

"Bump!"

The woman's figure shattered, and the light curtain broke.

Wang Wen saw that he missed the blow, and the brush in his hand quickly swiped on the book. "Chapter 2 of the Golden Bottle Plum - Widow Meng's heart is unbearable, and the big official Zhang Huai welcomes her!" and dense small words flew out of the book.

This time, Qin Yang didn't wait for those small words to converge and condense into a light curtain, he had already made a move. "Falling Leaf Fist!" The shadow of the fist in the sky covered Wang Wen with the small words condensed with vitality.

"Bumper Bumper ......"

The small word was shattered by the fist shadow in mid-air, turned into a trickling point of light, and dispersed in a moment. He broke Wang Wen's move and didn't give him a chance to launch the third move.

The energetic fist shadow, with the sound of whirring through the air, came to Wang Wen's side in an instant, enveloping him.

Seeing this, Wang Wen had to put away his pen and dodge Qin Yang's fist. Qin Yang, who had already cast the fourth level of the Birth Realm, was even more proficient in his Fallen Leaf Fist than when he was in the bookstore last time. Wang Wen held on for a moment, and was accidentally hit in the abdomen by a punch.

"Bump!"

The huge punch made his body fly upside down, and in an arc trajectory, he fell from the ring to the ground. He got up from the ground and vomited blood.

"In the third game of the fourth round, Qin Yang won!"

Now there are only three left, Xiao Yao, Yan Mei and Qin Yang. According to the rules of the competition, the next three do not need to draw lots to choose numbers, but to challenge by name. Whoever can defeat two opponents will be the final champion.

Qin Yang clapped his palms and looked down at the audience in the ring. He turned his gaze to the Xiao family's viewing area, pointed at Xiao Yao with his finger, and shouted arrogantly: "Xiao Yao, come up and die!"