The 18th punch of the Sky-Splitting God Fist instantly produced three punches.

He hit the three people who rushed up.

The three of them had a little disdain on their faces, and they didn't take Han Yang seriously at all, but the next moment their faces suddenly changed drastically.

"Not good, withdraw quickly!"

Jin Chuan shouted loudly.

At this moment, his eyes widened, and a strong look of horror appeared in his eyes.

He wanted to retreat, but unfortunately it was too late.

The terrifying power of the eighteenth fist of the Sky-Splitting God Fist has hit them hard.

Three painful screams came out. In everyone's eyes, Jin Chuan, Jin Chenhua, Jin Hanche and the other two flew backwards from three directions.

Their faces turned extremely pale, and a stream of blood spurted out from the corners of their mouths.

After flying backwards for more than ten meters, their bodies hit the ground hard, making a banging sound.

Han Yang was still standing there, with a faint smile on his lips, as if nothing had happened.

It was as quiet as death, and it spread throughout the competition venue at this moment.

All the disciples of Kinmen seemed to have seen a ghost at this moment, their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open for a long time without closing.

The three old men and the woman in purple were also looking at Han Yang in shock at this time.

Jin Yufei's face was not good.

He was so angry that he bit his eyes tightly, staring at Han Yang with hatred, wishing he could rush up and beat him up.

But thinking of Han Yang's strength, he quickly gave up this idea. He knew that he was just looking for abuse when he went up, and his strength was no match for Han Yang at all.

Old Jin's mouth raised a faint smile.

He looked at Han Yang, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

I have no mistake in my vision, I knew this kid was not an ordinary person.

He felt extremely relieved.

He walked forward two steps, walked to the three old men and the woman in purple, and laughed.

He said proudly: "How is it?

I'm right, the person I'm looking for is pretty good."

Looking at his proud look, the three old men and the woman in purple looked even more ugly.

Old Jin felt even more comfortable when he looked at their expressions.

He smiled and said, "Now you should give up a place. As for whom you give it up, you can discuss it yourself."

But at this moment, Jin Yufei suddenly stood up.

He shouted, "Wait a minute."

Now everyone's eyes looked at him, including Old Jin.

He looked at Su Jinyufei with a frown slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly had a bad premonition, and he knew his grandson very well.

He has no ability at all, but he is stubborn and very happy with achievements, and feels extraordinary.

This time he asked Han Yang to run for the Holy Son, and he must be very dissatisfied.

The woman in purple and the three old men all looked at him, and he didn't know what he was going to say.

At this time, Old Jin glared at Jin Yufei, his face was very sharp, and he whispered.

"Get out, you don't have the right to speak here."

Jin Yufei looked a little afraid, but he didn't retreat. He turned his eyes and said, "Grandpa, I'm also doing this for our Kinmen well. I hope you can understand."

As he said that, the three old men clasped their fists and saluted them with a very respectful attitude.

"Even if the four elders defeated three senior brothers and sisters, he could not be so easily qualified for our Kinmen.

I have a way to test him. If he can pass, then let him run for the Holy Son on behalf of our Kinmen.”

Old Jin's face became very ugly when he heard this, and he stared at him coldly without saying a word.

He wanted to see what his grandson was going to do.

The woman in purple and the three old men had some fun smiles on her face.

Obviously, they were very happy to see Jin Yufei standing up and sing against Mr. Jin.

The woman in purple immediately looked at Jin Yufei with a smile and asked, "Oh, do you tell me what are you doing?"

The other disciples of the Kinmen also looked at Jin Yufei curiously at this time.

Han Yang walked over with a faint smile on his face and looked at Jin Yufei.

He also wanted to know what Jin Yufei would come up with to make things difficult for him.

He knew this guy wouldn't hold back anything good.

Jin Yufei glanced at everyone and paused on Han Yang's body.

I snorted coldly in my heart, boy, if you stole my campaign position, how could I let you succeed so easily?

He immediately said loudly: "I believe everyone knows that among the five gates of the Star-Terminating Platform, our Kinmen is famous for refining weapons.

All our disciples in Kinmen know the art of refining weapons.

Although Han Yang has surpassed three senior brothers and sisters in his cultivation, if he does not understand the art of refining weapons, he will definitely not be able to basically run for the Saint Son on behalf of us, because who knows that this time the Saint Son's election will not be assessed for the art of refining weapons?"

After he said this, many people's faces changed and they couldn't help but nod. This really makes sense.

Old Jin frowned and stared at him coldly, without interrupting him.

But a faint worry appeared in his eyes.

In fact, he had already guessed what his grandson was going to say?

Han Yang's face also changed slightly, and some strange looks appeared on his face.

Then the smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger, and he looked at it with a smile and said nothing.

The woman in purple nodded, looking very convinced, Jin Yufei's words.

She glanced at Old Jin and smiled and said, "I think Jin Yufei's words make sense. How can our disciples born in Kinmen not understand the art of refining weapons?

If you don’t understand the art of refining weapons, how can you represent our Kinmen?"

As she said that, Old Jin was looking at.

There was a hint of pride on her face.

He asked with a smile: "Old Jin, what do you think?"

Does this make sense?”

Old Jin looked at them calmly and said nothing.

At this time, Jin Yufei said again: "So I think Han Yang should compete with the three senior brothers and sisters in the art of refining weapons. If he can beat the three senior brothers and sisters in the art of refining weapons, it would be no big deal to give him the quota for the Holy Son.

I wonder what the four elders think?”

The woman in purple looked at each other and exchanged glances.
Chapter completed!