Bang!

Zhao Long was kicked and staggered with a kick.

"This...this..." The disciples watching the game below widened their eyes. The confrontation time on the stage was too short, so they didn't react, and they didn't even know why Zhao Long was kicked in a confused manner.

"Ye Chen, you deserve to die." Zhao Long's roar immediately sounded on the battle stage.

However, as soon as he stabilized his body, Ye Chen was already attacking him.

"Kill." Zhao Long's face was a bit scary and waved his palm and shot out a light-colored handprint.

"There are many flaws." Ye Chen sneered, the beast's heart was angry and the mysterious tiger pounced on it, avoiding the palm, and instantly hit Zhao Long.

"Being close to me is destined to be your sorrow."

A cold sound flowed into the air, and Ye Chen was already flowing blood rapidly. The suppressed force of muscles and bones in his body burst out instantly, and he punched Zhao Long in the chest.

puff!

Zhao Long spurted out a mouthful of blood, and Ye Chen's punch was not as powerful as thinking about it.

"You actually..."

"What am I?" Ye Chen didn't give Zhao Long time to react and came forward again.

He was like a beast going down the mountain, and his tricks were even more strange, even though he was like a tiger, sometimes like a ferocious ape, sometimes like a lion, sometimes like a wolf, grab, pat, tear, use hands, feet, knees, and shoulders together. Every joint part of his body became a fierce weapon. Zhao Long was defeated step by step, with his fist, palm and footprints on his body.

"This... what kind of playing is this?" The scene on stage made the disciples watching the game in the audience stunned. Ye Chen's playing style completely subverted their cognition.

What about the gorgeous mysterious techniques? What about the gorgeous moves?

There was nothing, and the most primitive fighting technique was used, but it was the most basic fighting technique, which made Zhao Long suffer again and again.

ah……!

At this moment, Zhao Long's roar was everywhere on the battlefield.

Not long ago, he was arrogant and boasted of himself as a senior brother. At this moment, he was so embarrassed. Facing the battle head-on, his cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Condensation would be hit by a Qi Condensation.

roar!

With a wolf's roar, the noise below was interrupted. Zhao Long used the secret technique. His fist was already wrapped in an illusory wolf head. When he took action, there was also the roar of the wolf.

"Canglang Fist." The people around the warriors were full of heat, as if they had seen the power of Zhao Long's mysterious technique. "I didn't expect that the first seat of Diyang Peak, even this secret technique was taught to Zhao Long."

"Die!" Zhao Long looked ferocious and raised his fist to hit him.

Thunder Palm!

With a cold shout, Ye Chen waved his palm again and regretted, and there was lightning tearing between his palms and fingers, and his power was even more powerful and domineering.

Bang!

As the fists and palms intersected, a bang sound came.

puff!

The sound of vomiting blood suddenly rose, and Zhao Long was beaten so hard that he staggered back.

"How...how is it possible?" As he retreated, Zhao Long looked at Ye Chen with incredulous expression. He clearly felt that the domineering power contained in Ye Chen's palms and fingers was definitely not inferior to him.

Canglang Fist is one of the few secret techniques of Diyang Peak. It is known for its powerful attacks. With this secret technique, he has defeated countless outer disciples.

But now, it was broken from the front by an intern disciple with a 1-level Qi Condensation level, which he could not accept.

Is he really a heavy condensation?

At this moment, not only Zhao Long, but even the disciples watching the game from the audience were in a trance for a moment.

"This kid is so weird." The audience burst into surprises one after another, and his expression was extremely wonderful.

"What? Are you still fighting?" Outside the crowd, a group of people rushed over again. Needless to say, the people who left the field before heard that they had not yet decided the winner and the defeat were all killed. When they saw the fierce Ye Chen, they were stunned.

However, they didn't know how profound Ye Chen's background was.

In the past, in Zhengyang Sect, he fought with monsters at the third level of Qi Condensation, and fought with the Renyuan Realm with the fourth level of Qi Condensation. After many experiences, his actual combat ability has been too strong for Zhao Long.

At this moment, Ye Chen had a large capacity Danhai, and the amount of true qi was no less than Zhao Long. After refining his body, his powerful body was even better than Zhao Long, and the domineering beast who fought in close combat was angry, so this duel was doomed to be defeated from the beginning.

ah…...

The whole room was filled with Zhao Long's roar, but no matter how angry he was, he was still suppressed by Ye Chen.

"It's over." With Ye Chen's roar, he stepped down and jumped up. The fierce and domineering Tianque was raised above his head. The whole posture of striking Huashan was sharp and neat, without any gorgeousness.

Buzz!

The heavy sky made the air buzzing.

Seeing this, Zhao Longtan was frightened and hurriedly raised his golden sword to block it, and the rolling true energy was instilled into it.

Bang!

Ye Chen slashed the spirit sword with a sword.

Bang!

Zhao Long, who was still standing last moment, was hit by the sword and half kneeled on the ground. He could even hear the sound of his arm bone breaking.

puff!

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Zhao Long's mouth.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet.

Not long ago, the audience was still noisy, but at this moment, only breathing sounds were left. The scene on the stage made them petrified.

Zhao Long, who was at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, was actually kneeled on the ground by an intern disciple with a sword from the first level of Qi Condensation.

"You lost."

"This...this is impossible." Zhao Long roared, his legs trembling and wanted to get up, but was suppressed by Ye Chen holding the sword.

"Your life can be settled." The response to Zhao Long was Ye Chen's cold voice.

At this moment, everyone in the audience woke up as if they were dreaming.

The bet is their own lives.

"This... Ye Chen won't really want to kill Zhao Long, can't! Zhao Long is the first disciple of Diyang Peak. If he slashes it with one sword, he will not be able to survive."

"But I see Ye Chen's attitude, I have to kill him!"

"I am a disciple of Diyang Peak. Do you dare to kill me?" Zhao Long seemed to have not realized the situation at this moment and roared with a ferocious roar.

In his eyes, he is a joke. Although he loses, he has to hand over his life if he doesn't prove it, because he has a strong backstage, which is the capital to cheat.

"If you dare to kill Senior Brother Zhao, Master will not let you go... I will let you go." Below, the disciples from Zhengyang who came to help yelled, but due to Ye Chen's strength, no one dared to come up.

"The bet is first, he must die." Ye Chen said coldly.

"This junior brother, just a fight, just beg for others." A indifferent voice sounded, and a female disciple in the crowd glanced at Ye Chen.

This female disciple is truly beautiful, with beautiful eyes, green hair flowing like water waves, white clothes swaying, like a blooming lotus, and the male disciples present are all looking at the fiery light.

"Su Xinyue of Renyang Peak."

"She actually came, she didn't see it before."

Ye Chen turned his head and stared at Su Xinyue, "This senior sister, if I, Ye Chen, had you lost just now, would you say that?"

"You have too much killing intentions, it is difficult to achieve the right result." Su Xinyue's expression was still indifferent. Although she stood in the crowd, she had a high attitude. Ye Chen's future path had been verified between the lines.

"What is senior sister meant to let me let him go?" Ye Chen's mouth was filled with a sneer, and his suppressed anger did not erupt after all.

This kind of anger is not only for Zhao Long harming Zhang Fengnian and the others, but also for Su Xinyue, because her temperament is so similar to Ji Ningshuang. She is both arrogant and pretentious, and she seems to be pity.

"I want you to return to the right path, don't be..."

"Do you have relatives?" Ye Chen directly interrupted Su Xinyue's words, staring at her with congested pupils, as if questioning.

The words were interrupted, and Su Xinyue frowned slightly, and she didn't know why Ye Chen asked such a question.

"If I hang your relatives up and beat them for a day and a night, will you kill me?" Ye Chen looked at Su Xinyue with a sneer, "If you can do it, please don't show me this false attitude of pitying all living beings."

"You..." Su Xinyue's cheeks were instantly covered with frost when she was scolded in public.

At this moment, as indifferent as her, her chest couldn't help but flutter violently. She was a disciple of the first seat of Renyang Peak, a flower from Hengyue Sect. She had never received such preaching. Moreover, the other party was an intern disciple with a 1-level Qi Condensation Level.

On the stage, Ye Chen had already withdrawn his gaze and raised his palm that was lingering in his true energy.

If this palm is slashed, Zhao Long will die.

But at this moment, a powerful aura whistled and instantly appeared on the battlefield, turning into a figure holding a whisk.

This person, after a closer look, isn’t it Ge Hong, the first director of Diyang Peak?
Chapter completed!