"Concession."
Yang Yuan took back his hands, cupped his fists and saluted.
Han Wei opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he just cupped his hands, turned around and walked back to the table.
Low murmurs of discussion resounded in the hall.
"Copper Elephant Sect Han Wei, ranked thirty-third on Prodigy Ranking, is not weak, but he can't even catch three moves, or to be precise, one move."
"This Yang Yuan is only ranked twenty-fifth, but its strength is much higher than that. It is definitely a clumsy thing."
Next, several more disciples from big forces came on stage to challenge.
Without exception, they were all defeated by Yang Yuan. No one could survive three moves.
Yang Yuan's attacks are very measured. Every time he forces his opponent back, he stops his attack without hurting anyone or embarrassing the opponent too much.
But this kind of effortless posture made everyone present more aware of the terrifying power of her.
Yang Yuan stood in the middle of the open space, cupped his fists and saluted, and looked at the seat where Seven Sects was sitting.
"Seven Sects's senior brothers and sisters, can you give me some advice?"
His voice was clear and his demeanor was calm, with neither provocation nor stage fright.
Seven Sects The young disciples here looked at each other, and their expressions were not very good.
They are not fools, they have seen the strength of those challengers just now.
Yang Yuan can defeat them so easily. This strength is by no means limited by Prodigy Ranking Twenty-Fifth.
But it is impossible not to fight.
Seven Sects can't afford to be embarrassed like this.
"I'll do it."
Nether Pavilion Over there, Meng Xian stood up first, straightened his robes, and walked towards the ring.
Since You Xin's death, he has become Nether Pavilion's top disciple.
But this eldest disciple was not favored either within the sect or outside the sect.
Some people say that he is not worthy, that he picked up the vacancy left by You Xin's death, and that his strength is far inferior to You Xin.
During this period of time, he had been holding back a fierce energy in his heart, and now was an opportunity to prove himself.
Meng Xian stood in the center of the ring, cupped his fists and saluted Yang Yuan, with a calm voice:
"Nether Pavilion, Meng Xian, please give me Miss Yang's advice."
Yang Yuan nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal.
Meng Xian took a deep breath, and the breath all over his body exploded.
Third Grade.
The coercion belonging to the Third Grade warrior spread out in all directions with him as the center.
There were low exclamations in the dining room.
"Meng Xian broke through Third Grade?"
"After You Xin died, Nether Pavilion tried his best to train him, and it seems to have worked well."
"Third Grade Early Stage, this strength is enough to firmly rank in the top ten of Prodigy Ranking."
Fang Han held Teacup with calm eyes.
He was not surprised that Meng Xian could break through Third Grade.
Nether Pavilion has put all his efforts into training and has all the resources and techniques. It would be strange if he still can't make a breakthrough.
Meng Xian moved.
His body turned into a jet-black stream of light, heading straight towards Yang Yuan.
The right hand turned into a palm, and the Internal Qi, as black as ink, gathered together crazily and shot out with one palm.
It is Top-tier Martial Art--Nether Palm of the Nether Pavilion.
The palm print was as solid as substance, carrying a biting cold wind, directly hitting Yang Yuan's chest.
This palm was fast and hard, and it was obvious that he had used all his strength.
"Pa--"
Yang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, his right hand reached out, his five fingers were slightly bent, and he grasped the right palm of Meng Xian's hand.
The same method used to deal with Han Wei just now.
But Meng Xian is not Han Wei.
"Huh--"
His left palm has already been shot out, directly to Yang Yuan's waist and abdomen.
Yang Yuan reached out with his left hand and also clasped Meng Xian's left palm between his wrists.
The two of them held each other's hands against each other and remained in a stalemate.
Meng Xian's face turned red, and Internal Qi surged wildly in his body, trying to break free from Yang Yuan's grip.
But Yang Yuan's hands were like two iron pliers, locking him tightly and not moving at all.
The next moment, Yang Yuan twisted his hands violently. Meng Xian felt his arms go numb. He turned around involuntarily, turning his back to Yang Yuan.
"Bang--"
Yang Yuan pressed his right hand lightly on the back of Meng Xian.
This press is very light.
But Meng Xian stumbled forward several steps and almost fell.
He stabilized his body and turned around, his face as pale as paper.
Yang Yuan cupped his fists and saluted, his voice was still clear:
"Concession."
Meng Xian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He just cupped his hands, turned around and walked back to the table.
His back was straight, but Fang Han saw that his fingers holding the sword were trembling slightly.
There was a brief silence in the hall.
"Meng Xian actually... lost?"
"Third Grade Early Stage, you didn't even survive three moves?"
"What kind of cultivation is this Yang Yuan?"
Yang Yuan stood in the middle of the open space, cupped his fists and saluted, and looked at Seven Sects's seat again:
"Is there any other senior brother or sister who is willing to teach me?"
Being named and challenged in this way, the young disciples here at Seven Sects don't look very good.
Mad Blade placed the wine bowl in his hand on the table and made a dull sound.
He stood up, carrying the broad-bladed sword like a door panel behind him, and strode toward the ring like a moving iron tower.
"Tyrant Blade Sect, Mad Blade, please give me some advice from Miss Yang."
His rough voice echoed in the hall.
Yang Yuan nodded slightly and raised his hand to indicate.
Mad Blade You're not welcome.
He pulled out the giant knife from behind. The blade was as black as ink, as wide as a door panel, and glowed with a cold luster under the candlelight.
Holding the knife with both hands, the cultivation level of Third Grade Middle Stage has been reached, and the sword is slashed out.
There are no fancy changes in this knife, only pure and extreme power and speed.
Saber Aura is about ten feet long, and with the power of Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking, it directly cuts Yang Yuan.
Yang Yuan's face was slightly condensed, and the pair of silver-white claws on his waist were unsheathed.
Holding a claw in each hand, she advanced instead of retreating, facing the Saber Aura that was coming.
"Dang--!!!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded in the arena, causing the cups to tremble slightly.
The figures of the two people intertwined, the light of their swords and the shadows of their claws intertwined, and their energy was overflowing.
Mad Blade's sword skills are fierce and domineering, and each sword carries the power of Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking.
Yang Yuan's cultivation level is no weaker than Mad Blade's, and his claws are even more agile and cunning. He can always penetrate through the gaps of Mad Blade Intent, forcing Mad Blade to defend himself.
After dozens of moves, Yang Yuan caught the slight gap after Mad Blade swung the knife, and suddenly approached him.
The left claw held the giant knife that Mad Blade was returning to defend, and the right claw lightly pressed on Mad Blade's shoulder.
This press is very light.
But Mad Blade's figure was shaken violently, he took several steps back and fell off the ring.
He stabilized his body, looked down at his shoulder, then raised his head and looked at Yang Yuan.
The muscles on that rough face twitched slightly, then he grinned and put the giant knife back on his shoulder.
"I lost."
He hugged his fists towards Yang Yuan, turned around and strode back to the banquet.
Yang Yuan put his claws into the sheath, cupped his fists and saluted.
Discussions in the hall continued one after another, like a pot of water about to boil.
"Mad Blade also lost..."
Someone repeated in a low voice, with a bit of disbelief in their tone.
"This person's strength is definitely enough to rank in the top five of Prodigy Ranking."
Another person answered, his voice very low, as if he was afraid that Iron River Gang people would hear him.
"Iron River Gang, hidden so deeply."
The evaluation of Iron River Gang in the minds of major forces is quietly changing.
A grandmaster is enough to support the appearance of a top power.
A True Disciple disciple who is among the top five Prodigy Ranking is enough to prove that this force has a successor.
Iron River Gang's status in the hearts of Qingyang Prefecture's major forces is moving closer to Seven Sects.
Yang Yuan stood in the middle of the open space, panting slightly.
Continuous battles consume a lot of energy from her.
There was a thin layer of red on her pretty face, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.
She took out a jade bottle from her sleeve, uncorked it, poured out a Danyao the size of a longan, and put it into her mouth.
Danyao melted in her mouth, a warm medicinal power spread through her body, and her breath stabilized at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Everyone's eyes fell on the jade bottle, and someone recognized the origin of Danyao.
"Origin Recovery Pill."
An old man spoke in a low voice, with a bit of surprise in his voice.
"It is extremely difficult to refine this elixir, and the medicinal materials required are extremely rare. Even if it is Seven Sects, few disciples can carry it with them."
In the competition, he actually used such a precious Danyao.
Yang Yuan put the jade bottle away, cupped his fists and saluted, and looked at Seven Sects's seat again, his voice was still clear and clear:
"Is there any other senior brother or sister who is willing to teach me?"
Seven Sects The young disciples here don't look very good.
After losing two games in a row, Nether Pavilion and Tyrant Blade Sect have lost their face. If they lose again, Seven Sects may lose their face.
Liu Bai sat on the Lingyun Sword Sect's seat, tapped his fingers on the table twice, and frowned slightly.
His strength is slightly stronger than Mad Blade, but his strength is limited.
Mad Blade was defeated by Yang Yuan. If he went up, his chances of winning would be equally slim.
He raised his eyes, looked across the crowd, and landed on seat Azure Profound Sect, or to be precise, Fang Han.
Not only the younger generation of Liu Bai, Seven Sects, the younger generation of major forces, and even some older generations have also turned their attention to Fang Han.
One after another, like invisible threads, they converged on Fang Han from all over the hall.
After losing two games in a row, Seven Sects's face has been damaged, and Seven Sects needs to regain its face.
And Fang Han is the only one among the younger generation of Seven Sects who is sure to win Yang Yuan.
'Looks like we can't do anything if we don't take action!'
Fang Han stood up, straightened his robe, and walked towards the ring.
The green robe moves slightly, Cloudsplitter Sword hangs on the waist, and the pace is neither fast nor slow.
"Azure Profound Sect, Fang Han."
He stood ten feet in front of Yang Yuan, cupped his fists and saluted, his voice steady.
"Please give me junior sister Yang's advice."
The discussion in the hall suddenly fell silent at this moment.
Everyone's eyes fell on the figure in green robe.
Yang Yuan's eyes fell on Fang Han, with an unabashed scrutiny and fighting spirit.
Her goal from the beginning was Fang Han.
Ever since she could remember, she had been secretly trained by Iron River Gang and never showed her true strength in front of others.
Prodigy Ranking The twenty-fifth is the illusion she deliberately maintained.
I have endured it for many years, and now I finally no longer need to endure it.
On Grandmaster Banquet, in front of all the top forces in Qingyang Prefecture, she wants to defeat Fang Han, who is number one on Prodigy Ranking, and become famous in one fell swoop.
"Senior Brother Fang, I'm offended."
Yang Yuan's voice was clear and clear, and the pair of silver-white claws on his waist were unsheathed.
The body of the claw is silvery white, and the blade of the claw glows with a cold light, flowing with a cold luster.
She moved.
A stronger aura than the one they had just fought erupted from her body.
Third Grade Late Stage, her cultivation has reached Third Grade Late Stage!
Her body transformed into a stream of silvery white light, moving at an astonishing speed, leaving only a twisted afterimage in the air.
The two claws were staggered and torn out, and ten silver-white claws tore out Void Sundering's energy, with a shrill scream, sealing off all Fang Han's dodge space from different angles.
This blow was faster, harder, and more tricky than the one he dealt with Mad Blade just now.