Two days later, before dawn, Ye Family Martial Arts Arena was already crowded with people and loud.
Around the bluestone-paved Martial Arts Arena, twelve coiling dragon stone pillars stand majestically, with the Qilin carved on the pillars looming in the morning light.
The three-foot-square Black Iron Arena in the center of the field glowed with cold light, and the mottled marks on it silently told the fierceness of competitions over the years.
"Boom--"
With a loud ringing of the bell, people began to take their seats on the stage.
First Elder is dressed in a dark robe with gold thread embroidery on the cuffs. Qilin looks like a living thing when walking around.
He walked slowly onto the stage, stroking his long snow-white beard. Every time he took a step, a faint ripple appeared on the green bricks under his feet.
"I heard that there are outsiders participating this time?"
Second Elder raised his eyes to look at Ma Hongjun, and the Bronze Ancient Seal hanging on his waist jingled with his steps.
He glanced sideways at the red-haired boy who was warming up on the sidelines, his eyes like lightning under his white eyebrows.
"You dare to show your shame to me Ye Family!"
Third Elder smiled and said nothing, but the two Black Iron Spheres he was playing with suddenly accelerated and spun, making a harsh buzzing sound.
Ye Linxiao, who followed behind him, had taut muscles, and the ground shook slightly with every step he took, causing several young disciples to hurriedly give way.
"The master of the house has arrived--"
As the deacon shouted loudly, the whole place suddenly fell silent.
Ye Zhentian came slowly with his wife, and the nine heads Gold Qilin on the dark red robe of the head of the family shone brightly in the morning light.
He glanced across the audience, and nodded slightly when he saw Ma Hongjun, causing several elders to secretly exchange glances.
Madam Ye specially changed into a moon-white outfit today, and a Jade Hairpin in her hair trembled with her steps.
Ye Ruilin was dressed in white clothes, and the jade belt around his waist was flying in the morning breeze. Seven or eight young disciples quickly gathered behind him, and the leader was none other than Ye Ruixuan.
Today he changed into a black outfit, with the silver Qilin embroidered on his chest showing off his teeth.
"I heard that you want this guy to participate in the competition?"
Ye Ruixuan stood with arms folded, veins pulsing faintly visible on his neck, looking at Ma Hongjun with disdain.
"I hope he won't cry for help later."
"Garbage!"
Ma Hongjun was about to retort when he suddenly saw a beautiful shadow floating towards him. Ye Qingxuan tiptoed to the ground, but when he landed, the shock caused the surrounding stone slabs to crack and crack into fine lines.
She had a Crimson Long Whip wrapped around her waist and smiled sweetly at Ma Hongjun.
"Hey, he is a handsome little brother. This competition is a bit interesting."
"Little brother, don't worry, sister will be merciful."
After saying that, he reached out and touched Ma Hongjun's face and pinched it hard.
Ma Hongjun was about to speak when a majestic voice sounded.
"Quiet!"
Ye Zhentian raised his hand and made a weak point, and an invisible coercion instantly enveloped the entire audience. A little golden light gathered on his fingertips and flicked towards Bronze Giant Cauldron in the center of the ring.
"Dang--"
The sound waves spread like ripples, and Qilin Incense, which had been silent for many years in the cauldron, suddenly burst into blue flames.
This is a century-old tradition of the Ye Family, a Battle Soul Incense that will only be ignited on big days.
"The rules of this competition remain the same."
Ye Zhentian's voice is like a dragon's roar, and every word makes people's eardrums hurt.
"But there is a new rule this year: you must not intentionally maim your opponent!"
When he said this, he glanced in the direction of Ye Zhenting without leaving any trace.
Ye Zhenting sneered, and then closed his eyes slightly, as if he was resting his mind.
First Elder stood up slowly, and a jade slip flew out of his sleeve and floated in the air.
"The drawing begins!"
The jade slip exploded into dozens of streams of light, Ye Ruilin, Ma Hongjun stretched out their hands to catch one.
Ye Ruilin took a look and saw that it was Qi. He took a look at the number of people in the field and realized that he should be the last one.
I took a look at the number in Ma Hongjun's hand, and it said three.
Ma Hongjun raised his head to look for it, and when he faced Ye Linxiao's sinisterly smiling face, he saw that the jade slip in his palm was also three.
Ma Hongjun, not to be outdone, smiled directly back, with provocation in his eyes.
"Boss, just watch, I will beat them all down."
One or two people looked down upon them, and Ma Hongjun's anger was also aroused.
"I believe you."
Ye Ruilin patted his shoulder and looked into the distance, his eyes flashing coldly.
"The first game, Ye Yunxiao versus Ye Minghe!"
As the deacon rolls the call, a figure shoots towards the ring like an arrow from a string. Ye Yunxiao The man has completed Martial Soul Possession in mid-air, and his arms turn into pitch black Qilin Claw.
When it landed, Black Iron Arena stepped out of two shallow pits, stirring up countless dust.
The boy opposite named Ye Minghe turned pale, but still gritted his teeth and showed Martial Soul.
Soon, his arms were glowing bronze, and his body moved and he appeared on the ring.
"Start!"
Before First Elder finished speaking, Ye Yunxiao turned into black lightning.
There is no fancy Soul Skill, just a straight punch with a harsh sonic boom.
Ye Minghe crossed his arms to block, but was knocked back more than ten feet and barely stopped at the edge of the ring.
"That's all you have?"
Ye Yunxiao sneered and suddenly exerted force on his feet.
Everyone saw the black shadow flash three times in a row and tremble violently every time he stepped onto the ring.
When he took the third step, his whole body had already hit his opponent like a meteorite.
"Nine Qilin Steps·Three Steps Suppress the Mountain!"
Madam Ye on the viewing platform suddenly clenched the armrests.
I saw Ye Minghe being blown away like a rag doll, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air.
Second Elder stroked his hands and laughed.
"Okay! This is my Ye Family son!"
Ma Hongjun looked at it with concentration, what a terrifying power.
Suddenly his shoulders sank, and Ye Ruilin stood behind him at some point with a steady voice.
"Did you see it clearly? There will be a short gap in charging when they rush in..."
"This is your chance to beat him."
Ma Hongjun nodded, looking more serious, trying hard to find the flaw in their attack.
"The second game, Ye Qingxuan vs. Ye Yuanshan!"
The girl landed gracefully on the ring, and the whip around her waist automatically untied like a living snake.
Her opponent was a strong man like an iron tower. After Martial Soul Possession, his height soared to two and a half meters, and his skin turned as gray as a rock.
"Sister Qingxuan, I'm offended!"
The strong man's fists collided, making the sound of gold and iron.
He charged fiercely, and the entire arena shook with his steps.
Ye Qingxuan chuckled and suddenly jumped three feet high.
When he reached the highest point, he raised his long legs and struck down hard.
"Earth-Quaking Stomp·Mountain Crushing Style."
"Boom!"
Centered on her landing point, Black Iron Arena with a radius of five feet started to tremble.
The strong man stumbled, and before he could stand still, the whip was wrapped around his ankle.
The girl took advantage of the force and swung the man, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, like a doll and was thrown heavily outside the ring.
Surprises erupted from the sidelines.
Third Elder The iron gall in his hand stopped moving at some point, his face full of relief.
"Qingxuan's Earth-Quaking Stomp has scored seven points of true inheritance..."
Ma Hongjun was watching in rapt attention when he suddenly heard the deacon shouting.
"The third game, Ma Hongjun vs. Ye Linxiao!"
The eyes of the whole audience were instantly focused.
Ye Linxiao smiled ferociously and crushed the jade slip in his hand, his bones making a sound like fried beans.
Every time he took a step, he left footprints half an inch deep on the ground.
"Boy, it's not too late to admit defeat now."
He moved his neck, and dark scales appeared on his thick arms.
"My Qilin Arm has accidentally crushed many people's shoulder blades..."