Arrogance

It had been some time since Shanggong Ling, and the others had arrived.

They had applied for the identity certificate of the Martial League. Great Chang's local customs and history had long been compiled into textbooks after Tang Yu and fann.y had gotten to know each other a few days ago.

The way they dressed was also the style of the Great Chang Dynasty.

They claimed to be from the hidden sect, 'Immortal School'.

Great Chang also had countless large and small sects, but they were all under the management of the Martial League. There were also government officials who intentionally or unintentionally attacked and divided the sects. The power of the sects was not strong. Some sects that were close to the government also had many disciples who went out of the mountains to join the local government.

For example, the Black Armored Army, the Qing Xuan Army, and the imperial guards.

But who could guarantee that Great Chang was so big that there was no so-called hidden sects?

At least he knew that every year, there were many newly registered sects in the Martial League. Some of them called themselves the hidden sects, but they were often weak and did not have the ability to grab the lucrative missions in the Martial League.

Over time, the small sects that could not enter could only be disbanded. The talented disciples might be able to join other sects, but most of the people with ordinary strength could only go home and farm.

This knowledge belonged to the examination content of the "Great Chang Kingdom's advance group".

Zhu Shu Li and Enze chose some Immortal Sect disciples who were loyal enough and had strength above the standard. After training for a period of time, the people who finally passed the examination were qualified to be a member of the "forward group".

The elite disciples who were selected all passed the examination.

Therefore, although coming to the foreign world made them extremely excited, everyone was able to control their emotions. Other than eating more and buying more local specialties, there was nothing special about it.

"Sect Master, when are we going to go to the inner area?"

In the morning, when he was free, Cao Xinghua also went to the martial arts arena. The sound of swords clashing made his blood boil.

Ever since he walked out of the bottom of his life, he had devoted all of his Divine Capital to cultivation. Among the disciples of the immortal sects, there were many people with A -- A

In addition to Shanggong Ling, Cao Xinghua was ranked in the top three in the second echelon.

First Senior Sister couldn't beat Shanggong Ling and was completely abused. There was no meaning in fighting. The others were either not his match or too familiar with each and every move.

"I will go in the afternoon. You can discuss the order of appearance."

...

--The Younger Generation Competition. It continued for over ten days, and the heat did not decrease at all.

There were at least a few million people in Great Chang King City, and the people who were eating melon seeds were all lost.

The people who went on stage to compete were also the same.

There were also some losers who joined the battle again after their injuries were healed. The government did not restrict the number of times they participated in the martial arts competition, and there were almost no rules.

This morning, Tang Yu saw the sword-shield man, who had been seriously injured by the young swordsman a week ago, once again enter the arena and successfully defend the arena.

However, the examples of the strong man were very rare. Most of the eliminated people were seriously injured. For the strong man, it would have taken one or two months to recover. Now, he had recovered in a week. Only the ability of 'money' could do this.

The stone pillars around the arena, and the fighters who were sitting cross-legged on them, changed one after another.

After observing for a few days, Tang Yu discovered that these fellows were not just acting tough, but were waiting.

Some martial artists with ordinary backgrounds could use the opportunity of the 'young generation martial arts competition' to join large clans and large sects. They could also obtain middle - and high level positions in the Black Armored Army and the Blue Profound Army, without having to start from a small soldier.

Great Chang had a set of mature plans for the nurturing of talents, not as unbearable as he had imagined.

In the afternoon,

Tang Yu and his group arrived outside the arena and released their Origin Energy slightly. The group of people in front of them that looked like sardines was immediately separated into a path, and more than ten people walked straight in.

After the afternoon break, the afternoon match had just begun.

At this moment, a bearded young man stood on the arena. Although he looked to be in his forties, since he was standing on the arena, it meant that he was only looking at someone older.

After this person went up, he sat there to rest. After more than ten minutes, no one went up.

Tang Yu was very clear about the reason.

The bearded young man released his aura without reservation. Although he was not at the top among the younger generation of the Great Chang, he was at the upper level.

Cultivation emphasized talent and resources. There were not many people who could reach the eighth level of awakening before the age of thirty. There was already a possibility of winning in the battle.

These days, the young swordsman and the strong man with the sword and shield were only at the beginning and middle stage of the eighth level.

When such an expert went on stage, it shocked most of the people in the arena.

The fifth or sixth level awakened dragon set really wanted to say that this guy did not play according to common sense. He should not be someone with low cultivation like us. Let's go on stage first and have a fight, and then the expert will decide the result?

Those with high cultivation, eighth or ninth level, were not willing to go on stage so early.

The opponent was still in his peak state, winning a match, but he might lose in the end.

The disciples of the immortal sect did not care. The ten people looked at each other. Finally, an iron tower-like man stepped onto the high platform.

The bearded young man was already very strong. His bronze-colored muscles were knotted, but he was still short in front of this person.

However, most of the audience did not look at him with their eyes, but their aura perception. The iron tower-like strong man was still a bit inferior, and his aura was only at the peak of the sixth stage.

Now, it was up to whether the iron tower-like strong man could hurt the bearded man.

A few experts outside the arena narrowed their eyes.

The bearded young man stood up and cupped his fists. "Iron Palm Sect, Duan Kuan!"

The iron tower-like strong man was stunned for a moment. He also cupped his fists in greeting and said in a low muffled voice, "Immortal Sect, Shi Tie."

After reporting their names, Duan Kuan waved his palm and attacked.

His palm was harder than iron, and as he waved it, the wind blew, and his palms were like shadows.

Bang!

Shi Tie's arm blocked in front of him, and his skin was coated with a layer of metal luster. After a loud explosion, he took two steps back. Duan Kuan of the Iron Palm Sect also shook his body, and was unable to connect his palm again.

"I know Duan Kuan, the eldest senior brother of the Iron Palm Sect. I heard that the Iron Palm Sect has been declining in recent years. This time, with the appearance of Duan Kuan, the Iron Palm Sect will become famous again."

"The one called Shi Tie is not bad either. He is only at the peak of the sixth stage, but he can hold on for so long in Duan Kuan's hands. Speaking of which, what kind of sect is the immortal sect? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"It should be a small sect, but small sects can occasionally produce experts."

On the stage, the sound of banging was incessant.

Sect Leader Tie, Duan Kuan, had a high cultivation, and his speed was even faster. Every few rounds, he would leave a palm print on Shi Tie.

However, the more he fought, the more serious his expression became.

After being hit by several palms, Shi Tie's aura actually only weakened a little, and he looked completely normal.

On the other hand, he himself had used up quite a bit of energy to unleash his battle skills several times.

As he moved, his movements gradually slowed down.

In a split second,

Shi Tie let out a low roar. The Awakened ones watching the battle outside the arena did not feel anything. However, Duan Kuan felt as if his mind had been struck by a huge rock. With a loud bang, blood oozed out of his ears and nose.

He struggled with all his might. When the blur in his eyes gradually became clear, the fist the size of a sandbag enlarged in his eyes.

Boom!

Duan Kuan was sent flying several hundred meters away, blood spurting out of his mouth as he tumbled out of the arena.

The audience outside the arena sucked in a mouthful of cold air, and a few experts who were eager to make a move couldn't help but shrink their necks.

If we don't take advantage of others when they are in danger, we might as well hold it in and go up first.

...

Shi Tie won violently, directly making the martial arts arena cold for more than ten minutes.

But not everyone restrained themselves. Finally, someone went on stage.

Some were at the sixth and some were at the seventh.

Perhaps they were thinking that Shi Tie was already injured and wanted to take advantage of him.

One by one, they were thrown off the stage, but there were even more martial artists.

"Soon, soon. He has fought so many matches, and he was injured at the beginning. Maybe he won't be able to stand up in the next moment."

"Even if he can't stand up to the end, as long as he can defeat him, it will be a big bonus. Maybe there will be big families who will like me because of this!"

After all, Shi Tie was only at the peak of the sixth layer and did not use high-level equipment. He had defeated dozens of people in a row, and even if most of them had defeated the enemy with one punch, he had little Origin Energy left - he was originally a type of open and open battle.

Round 58,

A pointy-faced young man went up on stage. With his agile movements, he moved a hundred meters away from the stone iron and attacked with a hidden weapon.

Shi Tie's skin was still coated with a metallic luster. His clothes were already tattered, but there were still some white marks on his body. He was not really injured. The hidden weapon of the pointy-faced young man also bounced off.

But suddenly,

Bang -

The deflected hidden weapon exploded into a cloud of purple smoke. Shi Tie could not dodge in time and immediately closed his breath. The pointy-faced youth threw out more and more hidden weapons, exploding like firecrackers.

Looking from afar, the purple smoke was wrapped into a ball, and only the tall figure of Shi Tie could be vaguely seen.

Shi Tie rushed out, and the pointy-faced youth instantly fled backwards, throwing out the hidden weapon as if it was free.

As for Shi Tie, he no longer had the ability to use a sound wave battle technique.

Finally,

A few minutes later, Shi Tie, whose skin and face were tinged with a bit of blue and purple color, fell heavily to the ground.

"I won! Haha! That's all I got! I thought you were strong!"

The pointy-faced youth laughed, his eyes full of contempt.

The officials stepped forward and lifted Shi Tie down, feeding him two more pills, one detoxifying and one healing.

The effect was obvious, and he could only keep his life. Shi Tie still had some blue and purple color on his body.

Tang Yu immediately poured a bottle of high-level health potion. The dense life energy circled around Shi Tie's body, and the blue and purple color on his face faded. He also opened his eyes.

His aura was still a little weak, but he was already fine.

"I..."

The stiff Shi Tie opened his mouth and complained to himself.

Cao Xinghua and the others were angry.

Shi Tie could be defeated, but he could not be defeated so miserably.

The pointy-faced young man's face was too arrogant.

No one could be more arrogant than an immortal sect!

"Brother, let's go! Let me avenge you!"

A figure flashed, and Cao Xinghua stepped onto the arena.

The pointy-faced youth glanced at him and raised his chin.

Cao Xinghua narrowed his eyes and emitted a dangerous aura.

He stared at the pointy-faced young man and said word by word,

"Immortal Sect, Cao Xinghua!"

The pointy-faced youth was stunned.

At the same time, Cao Xinghua's peak ninth stage aura was released without reservation.

A strong wind swept through the entire arena.

The pointy-faced youth's face turned green in an instant.