At the end of the match, Wang also won in a near-perfect manner.

Huang Yue helped the weak Zhuge Qing out of the arena and met Zhuge Bai, who was only twelve years old.

"Qing, are you alright?" Bai rushed over to support his brother with an arrow step, his face was full of worry, his eyes were a little red, and he had obviously cried just now.

"Sorry for worrying you." Zhuge Qing reluctantly responded, Huang Yue's finger really almost abolished him.

"Xiao Baibai, you still love to cry so much?" Huang Yue smiled, rubbed Xiao Zhengtai's head, and took out a hand towel to wipe it.

Among the peers of the entire Wuhou faction, the one who has the best relationship with Huang Yue is Zhuge Bai, Xiaobai's talent is not inferior to Zhuge Qing, and his personality is also liked by his family, and he has a good relationship with anyone.

Part of the reason why Huang Yue took action to stop Zhuge Qing just now was for Xiaobai, he couldn't bear to see his cousin crying so sadly.

"Cousin at the beginning of the month, I heard my brother say that you were kicked out of the house by Grandpa Yunyang, why?" Zhuge Bai's eyes were hazy, and he felt very unhappy when he learned the news.

The Wuhou faction is very united, except for the incident in 1944 that affected the entire Yiren world, there has never been a case of a clansman being expelled from the sect.

"I can't say it." The beginning of the month shook his head, looking embarrassed, although he also wanted to confide in Xiaobai about the unhappiness in his heart.

Because of the sudden increase in strength and the abnormal talent, but he was suspected by the clansmen, Huang Yuechu was still more or less aggrieved at the bottom of his heart.

He has become a free body, one person eats enough for the whole family and is not hungry, and now he has the eight wonder skills of "Tongtian", and he can no longer have too much to do with the family.

"Brother Yue, can't you tell me?" Bai asked again.

"I'm sorry Xiaobai, try not to get involved with me in the future, I still have a competition, so I'll go first." Huang Yue's heart sank, and she turned to leave.

Zhuge Qing couldn't help it, and shouted angrily at the moon: "You stinky brother, since you don't want to get involved, why did you stop me just now?" If there's something you say!"

Originally, losing to Wang Ye was enough for him to be depressed and uncomfortable, but now the relatives who grew up together since childhood have such an unclear attitude.

Why can Wang be so perverted?

What happened to the Wuhou faction?

No matter how good Zhuge Qing's temper is, he can't help but get angry, it's all a bunch of things that he can't figure out!

"I'm sorry cousin, I'll stop you, just think it's my last willfulness."

……

When Huang Yue was about to go to the arena, he received a call from Feng Zhenghao, who informed him that he would go to see him first.

In the audience, I saw four of the ten bigwigs, and the beginning of the month was deeply flattered, and the three bigwigs were willing to come to see his game.

Feng Zhenghao was talking and laughing with the Heavenly Master and the others at this time, nodding his head and waist, showing a hearty smile from time to time.

Feeling that it was a good thing, he leaned over at the beginning of the month, showed a kind and hearty smile, bowed down and hugged his fists and greeted: "Heavenly Master, Grandpa Tian, Teacher...... Grandpa Lu, the three of you came to see the kid competition?"

Lu Jin found that this kid didn't change his name to Master, and he didn't pursue it, after all, he was just a nominal disciple, and said with a smile: "That's not it, in this competition, you kid has to give the old man a good beating!"

"At the beginning of the month, I heard everything, it is a great blessing for you to be looked down upon by Old Man Lu, work hard, and strive to officially worship Old Man Lu!" Feng Zhenghao looked relieved.

If Huang Yue can really become the disciple of the Lu family of the four major families, then the status of the world in the alien world, needless to say, will inevitably rise to a higher level.

"Kid do his best." At the beginning of the month, he smiled, but he had some bottom in his heart.

The three bigwigs seem to have really put the treasure on him, whether Zhang Chulan can become a Heavenly Master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain stably depends on his performance, and he must reach the finals.

……

At the beginning of the month, he was chatting with the elders, and the referee in the audience suddenly shouted loudly, "The time has come, Jia Zhengliang, Shaanxi, the battle against the world will be at the beginning of the year, please enter the two sides!"

Because Feng Shayan lost to the beginning of the month, this round became a showdown between the beginning of the month and Jia Zhengliang.

"Seniors, the boy's game has begun." At the beginning of the month, he hugged his fists and wanted to leave.

Feng Zhenghao grabbed the beginning of the month and instructed: "At the beginning of the month, start lightly, don't hurt that kid from the Jia family."

At the beginning of the month, he understood: "Understood."

Feng Zhenghao has just become a ten, with little qualifications, and he actually has no right to speak, and many Inhuman families look down on him.

The Jia family is one of the few families that supports the Feng family, and they can't continue to expand the gap between the two sides.

At the beginning of the month, he found that Jia Zhengliang was talking on the phone with his back to him.

"Mom, Sensei said, what's the matter with me, the stinky boy who put my brother in a psychiatric hospital is here, this revenge, I will take revenge!" Jia Zhengliang chatted for a while, and then hung up the phone.

Some of the audience on the stage were already dissatisfied, and scolded Jia Zhengliang: "You guy, whether you can fight or not, why do you have to talk to your mother on the phone every time you compete!"

Jia Zhengliang's previous performance was very exciting, but it was too grinding, and some anxious viewers couldn't bear it, thinking that he was pretending to be forced to call, but now that he looks at it, he is a mother's boy.

Huang Yue is not in a hurry, after all, he is not the one who wants to take revenge, and he doesn't pay much attention to the grievances with the Jia family.

"Finally met Huang Yue, my brother was lying on the hospital bed, chanting your name every day." Jia Zhengliang's expression gradually cooled.

"Is this so, thank you Master Jia Zhengyu for always remembering the kid, and it is really rude not to visit the patient at the first time." Huang Yue smiled.

Although the tone on the surface was very polite at the beginning of the month, every word was trying to ignite the anger in Jia Zhengliang's heart.

He once talked to Feng Zhenghao about Jia Zhengyu.

At the beginning of Feng Baobao's solo encounter in the world, Feng Zhenghao saw that Jia Zhengyu's character was not good, so he taught him a lesson.

But in order to get the support of the Jia family in Shaanxi, Feng Zhenghao still kept him by his side and controlled it.

Feng Zhenghao is a ten, Jia Zhengyu was taught by him and didn't dare to say a word, but the newcomer Huang Yue pressed him, which really ignited the aggrieved anger in his heart.

Feng Zhenghao pressed him, no problem.

Feng Baobao forced him to kneel, and he stole her to peck the dragon cone, which can be regarded as a color.

But this yellow-haired boy who hasn't grown all his hair, why?

But as a result, Jia Zhengyu still bullied himself and was bullied by the other party, so he was angry, had demons, had a brain problem, and needed to undergo treatment for a long time before he could recover.

"You humiliate our Jia family, no matter what the world will be, Lao Tzu will cut off one of your hands today!" Jia Zhengliang's eyes were vicious, and with a flick of his hand, a sharp flying knife appeared in his hand.

In the first few promotion competitions, Jia Zhengliang's Immortal Flying Knife defeated many young masters and became famous.

At the beginning of the month, he hooked his hand at the other party and said, "It's useless to say more, please!"

"Humph!" Jia Zhengliang's face was cold, and the hand holding the flying knife flung forward, and a cold light broke out of the air, and the blade pointed directly at the opposite door.

Huang Yue didn't dodge or dodge, stretched out two fingers and gently pinched forward, and came a two-finger white blade, and the flying knife was caught in the middle and couldn't move.

"What, hold your fingers between them...... Clipped!" Jia Zhengliang was stunned for a moment, although this trick was just a temptation, but the other party's way of resolving it was so unbelievable.

Even some elders in the clan didn't dare to catch his flying knife with their bare hands, why did Huang Yue do this?

"Yes, your skills in this imperial object are several times stronger than your brother, and you actually forced me to take it." Moonlight nodded in praise.

At the beginning, Jia Zhengyu threw a dragon peck cone at him, but he didn't come out at the beginning of the month, and he locked the iron cone just by relying on the Qi field around him, as if he was breathing air, without any difficulty.

This Jia Zhengliang is different, the speed of the flying knife is amazingly fast, and he can only catch it by hand at the beginning of the month, and the difficulty has reached the push-up level.

"Come back! Damn, why can't you come back?" Jia Zhengliang tried his best to control the flying knife.

But the immortal slashing flying knife in the other party's hand did not move at all, as if the connection had been severed, and there was no reaction.

"Bastard, give me back the throwing knives!" Jia Zhengliang panicked, and once again sacrificed seven knives and killed the other party.

Seven flying knives in seven directions, sealing all the places where Huang Yue could dodge.

"Tatsuka, Tatsumaki!" At the beginning of the month, the Xunzi formula was recited, and suddenly the surrounding wind and waves were around, and the sand and dust were flying, and countless high-speed rotating air currents rose, forming a whirlwind wall.

The flying knife hit the wall of wind and hovered, and the blade trembled violently, as if it had hit a steel plate, making a sound of metal grinding.

"With this level of wind barrier, my flying knife should be able to penetrate easily, right?"

Jia Zhengliang's heart tightened, the other party's cultivation was not high, and the power of the spells cast was average, and the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife should have been able to break it easily.

Could it be...... I attached the Qi on the throwing knife, and I became weaker unconsciously?

Realizing that the situation was wrong, Jia Zhengliang hurriedly controlled the airflow and wanted to pull the seven flying knives back.

"Did you find out? It's late. The moon smiled slyly, the wind moved at will, and the swirling air currents swept all the throwing knives into it.

At the beginning of the month, he opened his palm to guide the flow of the wind, and the seven immortal slashing flying knives were as soft as falling leaves, following the wind, and slowly falling into his hands.

"My knife! Are you...... Alchemist!" Jia Zhengliang looked at the scene in front of him, his face turned pale, and at this time, he had no skills to return to the sky, and only then did he understand how his brother lost.

There is only a refiner in this world who can crush the Imperial Monk like this.

"Hmph, you immortal flying knife, you don't deserve to peel fruit for Lao Tzu, give it back to you." Huang Yue snorted coldly, and Qi Liu ignited in his hand, wrapping all the flying knives.

The flying knife took off into the air with Qi light and flew towards Jia Zhengliang.

"It's faster than me!" Before Jia Zhengliang could dodge, seven flying knives had already surrounded him, and the position he aimed at was not fatal, but the tip of the knife was tightly attached to his skin, and he had no way to retreat.

At this time, Huang Yue only needed a thought, and with a slight click of his fingers, the tip of the knife would stab into Jia Zhengliang's flesh and blood.

"Jia Zhengliang, you are already very good, at least better than your waste brother, admit defeat." At the beginning of the month, he began to persuade him to surrender, after all, Uncle Feng had an explanation before the game, and he couldn't hurt him.

"Throw in the towel? Lao Tzu's knife hasn't been used up yet!" Jia Zhengliang's eyes showed a look of madness, and two flying knives escaped from his cuffs, holding them tightly in his hands.

"Do you want to!" At the beginning of the month, when he saw the other party acting like this, he was shocked, saw through his intentions, and hurriedly revoked the control of the flying knife.

But it was too late, Jia Zhengliang stepped forward with the knife, and hit it out with the flying knife, and immediately blood splashed, and his body was scratched in many places, but he endured the pain and ran forward, waving the knife towards Huang Yue.

Feng Zhenghao on the spectator seat got up angrily: "It's not good, this kid from the Jia family is crazy!"

"Okay, you've got it!" Huang Yue understood the other party's intentions and gave up the idea of using spells.

Just as Jia Zhengliang raised his right hand, he was about to swing a knife.

Huang Yue pinched this opportunity, stepped forward with his left foot, stepped out of the momentum of shaking Kyushu, and leaned forward with his left shoulder with his waist, relying on the power of hitting the sky.

"Iron Mountain!" At the beginning of the month, he shouted angrily and hit his shoulder hard.

With a bang, Jia Zhengliang felt as if he had been hit by a cow in his chest, spit blood in his mouth, and his body flew out upside down like a kite, crossing an arc in the air, slamming heavily on the ground and sliding out a few meters.

Suddenly, the audience burst into cheers: "Huang Yue! Huang Yue!"

This kind of physical competition is the effect of the show they want to watch, and few people can understand the messy spells.

Yue was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was a little hard, and hurriedly ran over to check the situation: "Jia Zhengliang, you're not dead, are you?"

"Uh...... It hurts. Jia Zhengliang was lying on the ground looking at the sky, breaking a few ribs, and he had no strength to get up.

"Whew, it's good that you're not dead." At the beginning of the month, I saw that the other party was still open, and then I breathed a sigh of relief, I was a little upset just now, and I used it a little harder.