Just when Yang Xuan was stunned, the winner had already been divided on the fighting platform, and Zhang Meng of Honghuang Courtyard was accidentally dragged to the ground, and he was restricted by Ning Yue, and unfortunately lost. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ceded"

The Angzang man clenched his fists, did not twist it, and shook his head generously, "It is indeed your superior skill," and walked down the stone platform.

Ning Yue had a smile on his face, and looked at Yang Xuan in the audience with some pride.

Yang Xuan was unmoved, he was a little envious of this girl's ability to react on the spot, and he couldn't stop the excitement in his heart at the moment, his eyes scanned the rest of the competition platform, and he found an empty one and walked straight over.

"Yang Xuan, the new disciple of the Heavy Prison Peak, in the middle of the innate realm, please advise your senior brothers and sisters"

Yang Xuan studied literature in his early years, and the hand-to-hand combat on the battlefield of soldiers and generals had only been seen in books, and it was hard to imagine how hearty it was, let alone the competition between warriors and monks.

In the middle of the night, a tall and thin young man with a thin body, who looked about the same age as Yang Xuan, walked up to the competition platform and said indifferently, "The willow leaves of the Bright Sun Courtyard, the early stage of congenital development"

The voice was short, and the name of Liu Ye was also in line with his thin figure, Yang Xuan looked excited, this was the first time he had fought against a monk with a similar cultivation after cultivating, and the previous fight with Xiao Qiang in the cottage, and the battle with Xing Sen was not counted.

Suddenly, Liu Ye's footsteps moved, and his body rushed over extremely quickly, the speed was extremely fast, and he punched and hit, Yang Xuan was stunned, for him with almost zero actual combat experience, such a decisive blow made him a little flustered.

In a hurry, Yang Xuan's extremely calm mind that he had cultivated in Xiwen played a role, and in the face of this quick punch, he subconsciously retreated, and then turned around a little stiffly, and also punched out

Liu Ye's cold gaze swept over his clumsy movements, Yang Xuan's attack seemed a bit slow to him, and he turned into a palm with one hand, grabbed the attacking fist in an instant, and kicked it over.

Yang Xuan was stunned suddenly, but his reaction was not slow, his right leg was bent and arched, and he just wanted to kick out, but in the end he was still a beat slower, and was kicked in the calf by Liu Ye's heavy foot, and his body staggered back.

With one blow, Liu Ye deceived himself again, his fists struck out again and again, the attack was intensive, Yang Xuan was already injured, tired of resisting, and from time to time he was hit by several punches, and his breath was a little unstable.

Seeing this, Liu Ye's speed rose again, and he concentrated on his right fist and shouted, hitting Yang Xuan's crossed arms with terrifying wind pressure, and a tooth-aching bone friction sound sounded, Yang Xuan snorted and fell to the ground, but he was defeated.

Liu Ye calmed down, hugged his fists and returned the salute, and then stood quietly on the stage without saying a word.

Yang Xuan rubbed his injured arm, stood up, thought carefully for a long time, and was not discouraged, and hugged his fists with a smile, "Brother Liu's strength, I admire it below"

On the stone platform on the other side of the field, Ning Yue has won two games, but it seems that it is not easy to win, standing on the stage and panting constantly, sweating on her forehead, it seems that the opponent in the last game has given her a lot of pressure.

In the entire arena, most of them are disciples of the innate realm, and there are few at the peak, and generally this kind of cultivator will meditate to wait for a breakthrough, and although there are many monks in the early middle stage, they rarely use their true qi in the competition, because the power is generally not great, and because the control is not comfortable.

Yang Xuan slowly walked down the stone platform, carefully thinking about the defeat just now, where he was defeated, why he was defeated, and how to deal with the opponent's offensive at that time in order to turn the danger into a disaster and seek a glimmer of life, and gradually he was crazy to think about it.

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The sun rises and sets, Yang Xuan, who eats the marrow and knows the taste, really understands the fun of fighting, and the kung fu of the fists and feet of the monks from all walks of life also makes him feel deeply, so he made a decision.

On the first day, he faced everyone on the competition platform with his bare hands, thirteen games, and thirteen losses.

On the second day, fifteen games, one win, two draws and twelve losses.

On the third day, twenty-two games, four wins and eighteen losses.

On the fourth day, there were 31 sword fights, one win, one draw and 29 losses.

On the fifth day, 49 games, 12 wins and 37 losses.

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For seven consecutive days, Yang Xuan had more than 200 battles in the competition, all of them were defeated and won less, and the title of madman spread far and wide, in addition to his lifeless number of fights, there was also a crazy desire to learn in the process of fighting.

Many times, with a flash of inspiration, he stood there and did not move, abandoning the fight and fighting despite the fact that several opponents' attacks were hit on the vital point, so he was defeated, if it weren't for the fact that his body was extremely strong, he had innate true qi to protect his body, and Ning Yue was taking care of it, Yang Xuan would have died for a long time.

The persistent side of the scholar is vividly shown by him here, although his reputation is not good, but Yang Xuan has also summed up a lot of practical experience in this failure, and now he has made great progress from the scene of being defeated by the opponent in just a few faces.

"Oh, this kid is so powerful, the angle is so tricky"

"Yo Yo Yo, look, the person on the other side can't resist"

"Quick, quick, fast...... Won, haha, crazy man," the crowd on the edge of the ring burst into a wild laugh.

It is precisely because of Yang Xuan's life-like competition this week that he seems to have accumulated quite a lot of popularity, I don't know if it is because of his perseverance, the kind of arrogance that is not arrogant or discouraged, and it has infected everyone.

Yang Xuan looked at a man from the Honghuang Courtyard who fell to the ground opposite with a smile on the corner of his mouth, hugged his fists and said, "Admit it", turned around and looked at the cheering fellow door in the audience, and the smile was even stronger.

"Who's that, hurry up, I bought twenty points Yang Xuansheng, the odds are ten to one, you can't regret what you said" Some people shouted excitedly pulling a fat cultivator beside them.

Yang Xuan on the stage was covered with black lines on his forehead.

In the hall far away from the arena, Xiao Mingliang, who was dressed in black, and Xing Sen, the master of the Heavy Prison Peak, who was also dressed in black, stood opposite the table.

"He's made a lot of progress,"

"Well, yes, it's a seedling"

"But it's not enough, he's still far from the new disciple qualifying tournament in more than half a month."

"Hehe, Ming Liang, it must not be easy for him to go from a scholar who doesn't know anything about cultivation to the point where he has now taken a year,"

"Hmm, what does the peak master mean?"

"That guy Xianhe said that he has a clean resume, and I also sent someone to check him during this time, how can a young man who can be favored by the little princess of Wangtian Palace be ordinary"

Xing Sen smiled at the corner of his mouth, the time Yang Xuan came to the Heavy Prison Peak was the time when he smiled the most, even the extraordinary talent of that little guy was definitely not like this.

"Yang Xuan's mother has been infertile for six years, but somehow he once had a child, although he likes literature and dislikes martial arts since he was a child, but his talent in literature is extraordinary, and it can even be said to be a demon."

Xiao Mingliang was a little disdainful.

Xing Sen raised his eyes and seemed to see what he was thinking, "You don't understand what this means?"

"The disciple doesn't know"

"This means that his understanding is far beyond ordinary people, as far as I know, literature is not only about dancing and writing, but also about writing and doing poetry, in essence, it is no different from a monk, and the talent of understanding is very important."

"At the beginning of fifteen, I came into contact with martial arts, and at the age of sixteen, I reached the late stage of the acquired realm, and entered the sect to practice, and I was able to make a brazen attack under the pressure of my sword, and with the quality of a literati, I persevered in the hellish tempering of the Heavy Prison Peak, and successfully broke through to the middle stage of the congenital......

"Do you still need me to continue?"

Xiao Mingliang stopped talking, and in his mind he seemed to think that Yang Xuan was extremely weak at the beginning, and he almost couldn't even pass the first level, and then in just a few days, he surpassed most of the disciples of the same age but had cultivated for a longer time, and he couldn't help but have some appreciation in his heart.

"But compared with Bufeng, he is not half a little worse"

"Bu Feng?" Xing Sen shook his head, "That little guy is indeed a demon, he can comprehend the sword momentum just by entering the mortal realm, but their ways are different,"

Xiao Mingliang was indifferent again.

"Look, the sparks of these two little guys colliding will be very brilliant, I haven't been so interesting in years, hehe"

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"Sixteen consecutive wins," said the deacon in Tsing Yi next to the platform, and then picked up the pen and wrote something on the book in his hand.

Another seven days passed, Yang Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the iron sword in his hand with a somewhat broken blade, and frowned slightly.

In the past seven days, Yang Xuan changed the previous scene of repeated defeats, and began to show a trend of successive battles, and his experience and methods against the enemy became more and more proficient, and his cultivation was also stabilized in the realm of the middle stage of the innate in the battles again and again, and there was a faint tendency to break through.

Especially in the last few days, he tried to use True Qi to assist in the attack, but at the beginning, it caused a lot of crisis, but at the moment of crisis, Deacon Tsing Yi rushed forward to protect him, but there was no danger.

Slowly, Yang Xuan also controlled it better, and he became more handy when he rushed the pulse.

"It's amazing, sixteen consecutive wins, how many points does this cost"

"Idiots, crazy people don't go for points at all"

"Damn, you're not someone else, how do you know" The onlookers sighed and envied, and they were in a mess for a while.

"At the beginning of his strength, it was called a dish, and he always lost after a few moves when he fought with others, so what do you look ......at now?"

The person who was envious of Yang Xuan's points just now pondered for a moment, "What you said seems to make sense."

"Of course it makes sense, I'll tell you......"

The hustle and bustle of the audience did not interfere with Yang Xuan on the stage, and at the end of each game, he stood there quietly thinking about his and his opponent's moves and routines, which benefited him a lot.

And the little girl Ning Yue also started to play by herself from the very beginning, and now Yang Xuan's competition is almost not played, it is not because of the girlish feelings in her heart, it is really a pleasure to watch him fight, and she can get some inspiration from it every time.

She is more like a child eavesdropping outside the private school, looking enviously at the schoolchildren in the private school and talking about her understanding of each knowledge point.

"Huh?" Yang Xuan suddenly raised his head from his contemplation, his eyes kept scanning the crowd of onlookers, and just now there seemed to be a warlike look on him, very aggressive, very domineering, which made Yang Xuan think of something.

Suddenly, Yang Xuan's gaze fell on a rather inconspicuous corner of the crowd, and he saw a figure with an ordinary appearance, a thin figure but full of explosive power, wearing an ink-colored tight-fitting practice uniform, his right hand gently rubbed the handle of the steel knife on his waist, but his left arm only had his sleeves flying in the wind, this person was actually one-armed.

When the young man saw Yang Xuan looking at him, the battle intent in his eyes was even worse, but after a while, he turned around and left, and looked at Yang Xuan solemnly before leaving, the meaning was obvious.

"You fought even today, and the consumption is quite large, I don't take advantage of you,"

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself, "What a person with personality, he seems to be very strong" As soon as he thought of this, his heart became inexplicably excited, although he was born as a scholar, he had the blood of the king of Zhennan, the blood of a warlike general.

He nodded imperceptibly, and watched the young man leave, and the anticipation in his eyes became stronger.