In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen competitions passed. In these dozen competitions, the people from Qingyun Pavilion took the stage. Han Yang had to admit that the people from Qingyun Pavilion were very strong. This disciple was only in his twenties and had successfully built a foundation and became a master. His opponent was just a Sanyuan True Master, who was defeated in a few strokes.

Seeing the arrogant look of this Qingyun Pavilion disciple, Han Yang looked angry and couldn't help but curse, "What's the point of being arrogant? What's the ability to bully a true master? Let me let Shenyang Religion teach you to be a human being later!"

As soon as he said this, everyone on the stage changed their faces. Feng Lingtian even glared at him sideways and said coldly, "What's the point of showing off his tongue? Let's see the real sign on the stage later!"

When Han Yang heard this, he laughed and said: I’m afraid that by then, your disciples from Qingyun Pavilion will be beaten to tears by our Shenyang Sect!

You Feng Lingtian looked angry. Boy, you are too arrogant and have a good temper. Don’t give in when you come on stage later!

If you don’t admit defeat, don’t admit defeat. Do you think my Shenyang Sect is afraid of you! Han Yang said coldly.

OK, Han Yang, this is what you said. If so many people listen, don’t regret it then!

Whoever regrets, whoever is grandson! Han Yang is not at all inferior.

Feng Lingtian snorted contemptuously, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he didn't say anything more.

The others had different expressions at this moment, and Shangguan Zhengde didn't say anything, just glanced at Han Yang.

At this moment, the referee shouted: In the next game, Feng Qingyu from Qingyun Pavilion, against Zhao Long of the Shenyang Sect!

As soon as these words were said, everyone's expressions changed suddenly. They really said whatever they said. As soon as the two people on the stage finished choking, the people from both sides met each other. Now there was a good show. This competition was probably a life-and-death battle.

Under the gaze of everyone, the two entered the venue. Zhao Long was an ordinary disciple of the Longhu Hall under Bai Bing. His cultivation level was just reaching the Grandmaster. Feng Qingyu was actually a One Yuan Grandmaster. Although he had just opened the first heavenly vein, the gap between them was not an ordinary one.

On the VIP stage, everyone frowned slightly when they saw this scene. Next to Han Yang, Taoist Master Yunhai and Shen Tianzheng both looked worried. Shen Tianzheng couldn't help but say, Sixth Elder, this disciple of your Shenyang Sect has a much lower cultivation than those of Qingyun Pavilion. If you don't admit defeat in this game, you may only be killed!

Han Yang looked calm and said with a smile: That's not necessarily!

When everyone saw this moment, he could still laugh, and couldn't help but look a few confused expressions flashed in his eyes. Even Shangguan Zhengde looked at Han Yang a few times and frowned slightly.

Feng Lingtian glanced at Han Yang, with a strong disdain in his eyes, and said, "Overbial ability!"

At this time, on the ring, the referee said: Start!

Feng Qingyu was pursuing his cultivation level, and with a grim smile on his lips, he rushed towards Zhao Long. Zhao Long stood there without moving, his eyes were extremely cold. He stared at Feng Qingyu who was rushing towards him. After frowned slightly, he stuffed something into his mouth without hesitation.

At this time, Feng Qingyu rushed over and slapped his chest with a palm, with huge force.

Zhao Long still didn't hide. Seeing this scene, everyone on the stage changed their faces. Someone said in confusion: What is he going to do? Why don't he dodge, why should he forcefully take this attack?

That is a blow from the One Yuan Grandmaster, and it will kill people if you hit it.

It's no wonder that he is looking for death! Feng Lingtian's mouth looked a little proud and said coldly.

Shangguan Zhengde frowned, his face not very good.

Master Yunhai, Chen Tianzheng and others couldn't help but sigh. They were still unable to compete with their cultivation. If they could admit defeat, they wouldn't have lost their lives. Thinking of this, many people looked at Han Yang, obviously thinking that he was too impulsive.

On the ring, seeing Feng Qingyu's palm being printed on Zhao Long's chest, Zhao Long stood still like a rock. His expression was still cold, his face was not afraid at all, and a sneer even appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed forward.

Seeing his actions, Feng Qingyu smiled and wanted to fight back now, but unfortunately it was too late.

However, without saying the following words, his whole body suddenly changed drastically.

I saw an extremely huge energy burst out from Zhao Long's hand that stretched out his hand, instantly blowing the two people out at the same time. One of Zhao Long's arms was blown away without any flesh and blood, but Feng Qingyu was even more miserable, and a huge blood hole was blown out of his chest.

His face was charred and he lay on the ground, with blood squirting from his mouth, and he didn't know what had been born. On the other hand, Zhao Long's condition was also very bad. The huge explosion of energy broke his bones, his skin cracked inch and blood flowed.

But he glanced at Feng Qingyu, who was much worse than himself, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then, he sat cross-legged and stuffed a pill into his mouth. Suddenly, a huge amount of energy and medicine power exploded. Soon, his injuries were almost recovering.

And the others were shocked when they saw this scene.

Even Shangguan Zhengde stared at his eyes and did not react for a while. The other masters looked very wonderful at the moment.

Bastard! Feng Lingtian's face was terrible dark, and he stood up and glared at Han Yang. He cheated, this is not what it means

Han Yang crossed his legs and looked at him with a comfortable look on his face and said: Second Elder, you are a little slandering! Your disciples can do martial arts, and all means can be used!

Feng Ling's body was shaking in the weather, especially when he saw Feng Qingyu's wound on the stage was blurred and his breath was extremely weak. Although the referee had already applied medicine to him, he knew that this disciple was completely useless. On the other hand, after taking a pill, Zhao Long not only had his injuries stabilized, but even the flesh and blood on his arms grew a lot.

Shangguan Zhengde glanced at Han Yang helplessly. At this time, he finally understood why this guy was sure to win. It turned out that he had arranged the method long ago, no wonder.

When he saw Feng Lingtian looking like he was about to take action, he said: Second elder, don’t break the rules. The disciples of Shenyang Sect did not violate the rules!

Feng Lingtian looked angry and had to sit down, but his face became even more ugly.

On the stage, Zhao Long stood up after healing his injuries, but he did not go down, but bowed to Han Yang.

Han Yang laughed and looked at him with admiration and said: Not bad, you did a good job, this is my disciple of Shenyang Sect! Go down to heal your wounds!
Chapter completed!