My system can be changed

"Fuck, Wang Xiaqi, you really deserve your reputation."

Cold sweat broke out on Lin Xie's forehead, and he clenched his fists tightly, for fear that he would fly out if the opponent exerted strength.

Although Wang Xiaqi doesn't even use his internal strength yet, Lin Xie feels sorry for him for not saying "well-deserved reputation".
Adjusting his breathing, Lin Xie gathered all his strength on his fist at once, gritted his teeth and said:
"I only have one chance, and I must make a quick decision."

It is impossible to defeat the opponent in a protracted battle. Lin Xie is now only relying on the strength of the fifth stage of internal strength to break through the sky, but he can't beat Wang Xiaqi who is half a step away.

Therefore, if the front is just not enough, it can only be outsmarted.

Lin Xie exhaled rapidly, and the breath on his body suddenly disappeared, even Wang Xiaqi was slightly stunned.

"The beggar's stick technique, this guy's weapon should be a stick."

Wang Xiaqi squinted his eyes slightly, seeing that the opponent suddenly lost his figure, it was obvious that he had used some skills in the beggar gang stick technique.

Lin Xie rushed out with a stride, and punched Wang Xiaqi viciously with a backhand with his left hand.

The real touch gave Lin Xie some confidence, he smiled, raised his brows and said:

"Master Wang, how about this punch?"

"Okay."

Wang Xiaqi still had a smile on his face, and he didn't pay attention to Lin Xie's punch at all:
"It's just that the strength is a little lighter, and the muscles and bones haven't stretched out. Why don't you change me to a technician?"

The veins on Lin Xie's forehead were twitching, but then he thought that the other party was deliberately angry with him, so he regained his composure, and jumped back a few meters away with a calm face.

"Shh!"

A strange sound sounded, and Lin Xie, who was originally empty-handed, suddenly grabbed a stick that appeared from the void, and looked at Wang Xiaqi vigilantly.

Oh?
Wang Xiaqi looked at the stick quite curiously, and saw that the stick was covered with a layer of mysterious light, which was obviously not extraordinary.

"Is there a matching stick for the beggar's cudgel technique?"

Wang Xiaqi wondered for a long time but couldn't figure out the origin of this stick. It seems that the beggar gang didn't even have a saying about the stick passed down from generation to generation.

Squinting his eyes and ignoring this matter, Wang Xiaqi indifferently spread his internal energy all over his body, making a punch and shaking.

"It's quite similar to the stick of the Patriarch of the Cang family."

Wang Xiaqi suddenly thought that the Cang family also had a similar stick, so he couldn't help but cast a glance at Lin Haoyu, who was sitting beside him talking and laughing, and frowned.

strangeness.

Although these two people were both surnamed Lin, they were so different in appearance that they could not be relatives, and their ancient martial talents were also completely different.

"Forget it, let's get this guy out first."

Wang Xiaqi sighed, and moved slowly towards Lin Xie.

Lin Xie calmly held the stick that appeared suddenly, and smiled evilly in his heart:
"The ultimate secret technique of the Beggar Clan's stick technique, the stick of void, this is a stick solidified with internal force, and its power can at least compare to the third stage of vitality."

That's right.

This stick is not a real thing, but Lin Xie used the internal force in his body to solidify it in advance, and hid it in the dantian of his body. When it needs to be used, it can be taken out directly from the void.

Lin Xie swung his stick violently with his right hand and slashed forward, suddenly the surrounding air was driven away together.

"The beggar's cudgel method, chopping the stick!"

Lin Xie's face was ferocious, the veins on his arms were bulging, and a gust of wind was blown up with astonishing force, and Wang Xiaqi felt the majestic force rushing in instantly.

"This power."

Wang Xiaqi suddenly stood on the spot thoughtfully, and punched straight with his right fist, which had been stored for a long time, heading towards the stick head-on.

"I didn't expect that the strength after using the beggar's cudgel technique would be able to compete with me."

You must know that the strength gap between the fifth stage of internal strength and the half-step vitality cannot be made up by any kung fu, but the beggar gang's stick method forced him to catch up.

"boom!"

To strike, to counter, to strike.

For a while, the shock wave began to rush across the ring along the air, and even four deep concave marks were stepped on the soles of the two of them.

"Karakala."

The ground around the arena kept breaking and sinking because it couldn't bear the huge pressure. Fortunately, the cement and steel bars imported from the secular world were used at the beginning, otherwise it would be a disaster if it was replaced with blue stone and white jade.

Lin Xie's face was flushed, and he roared loudly and pressed down with all his strength on the stick.

"Fuck!"

What a strange force!

Wang Xiaqi also had a look of astonishment, he didn't expect this guy's strength to resist his full strength!
"It seems that you can only use exercises to increase your strength, brother, I'm sorry."

Wang Xiaqi swallowed in shock, and the internal force in his body began to fluctuate in an instant, surpassing Lin Xie temporarily, and constantly knocked back the stick with his fist.

In the end, Lin Xie was naturally knocked out of the field by Wang Xiaqi.

Lin Xie, who had a gloomy face, took a breath, and there was no fluctuation on his gloomy face.

Putting away his stick, Lin Xie smacked his lips lightly and said:

"Wang Xiaqi, as expected, you are still better, I admit defeat."

Wang Xiaqi walked over with a solemn face, patted Lin Xie on the shoulder, then leaned closer to the other's ear, and said calmly:

"I used exercises."

After speaking, Wang Xiaqi immediately left the ring without looking back, and returned to his seat in the royal family, silent to all the voices from the outside world.

Lin Xie on the stage was taken aback for a moment, and then horrified in his heart.

"Used exercises?"

hiss!
Lin Xie's eyes widened in shock, and he said silently in disbelief:

"The Wang family has always had a family rule of 'no exercises', and because of their arrogance, all exercises are considered lowly in the eyes of the Wang family—could this guy be..."

Immediately, Lin Xie figured out the mystery.

Because the opponent has reached his limit, or cannot quickly defeat the opponent.

To put it simply, Wang Xiaqi was telling Lin Xie in a disguised form that in fact Wang Xiaqi himself lost.

Lin Xie sneered pretending to be disdainful, shook his head, stepped off the ring and said:

"Don't think that this will change the fact that labor and capital are weaker than you."

Silently clenched his fists, Lin Xie's eyes flashed a serious light:

"Hmph! Only when you are full can you fight. It is said that there is a new hot pot restaurant outside the city. I don't know if it is good or not."

Ambassador Xia came to the stage to announce the list for the final match:

"Now, the fifth match of the big martial arts competition is also the last match of our first round of formal martial arts competition. The Zhao family, Zhao Luo, will face the Ye family, Ye Ren!"

As soon as the words fell, a slightly thin figure immediately stood on the ring.

No one knew who he was, and no one liked him.

Ye Ren stood on the ring, his eyes slowly swept towards a figure somewhere in the Cang family, and he blinked:

"Illusion?"

It's strange, it seems that I saw Brother Yu just now, but now I don't know where he is all of a sudden.

Ye Ren sighed.

To be honest, he really didn't want to go back to this impersonal hometown, even Ye Di, the master of Xia, or his elder brother Ye Yi, didn't really treat him well.

"Zhao family, Zhao Luo, has the ninth level of internal strength, the Zhao family's Heavenly Punishment Technique, and uses sword weapons."

Ye Ren calmly read the information in his heart, then put his hands behind his back and clenched his fists to relieve the pressure in his heart.

After Master Xia's forcible improvement in the past few days, Ye Ren was raised from the ninth stage of external strength to the third stage of internal strength.

But it's still useless, against a strong person with internal strength of the ninth rank, unless he wins by wit, he's still dead.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Luo stepped onto the stage in a very anxious mood, and then shouted very timidly: "I admit defeat."

Everyone: .
Ye Ren, who was still nervous just now, was taken aback for a moment, hehe sneered a few times, and silently walked off the ring and returned to the waiting room.

What the hell is this game called?
It would be nice to just call it a promotion.

Ye Ren looked at the wall in front of him unhappily, feeling depressed:

"A bunch of sluts, they all want me to fight with brother Yi, they want to see who is the best, and let whoever succeeds Lord Xia."

snort!
Ye Ren said that he had seen through this small pattern of Xia Shan a long time ago, and it was nothing more than asking him to fight Ye Yi for power.

"If Brother Yu is really here, I will definitely support Brother Yu and let Brother Yu be the Lord of the Summer!"

Ye Ren gritted his teeth, and murmured as if he had made up his mind:

"As long as Brother Yu becomes Xiazhu, the atmosphere of the entire Xiashan will definitely change a lot, and the family system will definitely be subverted."

At least he, Ye Ren, is finally free.

Ever since he was a child, Ye Ren didn't know what freedom is. If he hadn't seen Brother Yu on TV and had the idea of ​​worshiping him, his future path must be to return to Xiashan and be used as a chess piece to compete for the position of Lord Xia.

If he wins, he is Lord Xia; if he loses, he is a blind ghost who will go to hell.

"Congratulations, Mr. Ye Ren, and congratulations, Lord Ye Ren! Since Mr. Zhao Luo of the Zhao family chooses to surrender, the curtain will be drawn on our five promotion places."

On the stage, Xia Envoy showed a helpless smile on his vicissitudes of face:

"They are Cang Tong, Cang Ning'er, Lin Haoyu, Wang Xiaqi, and Ye Ren. The other one is the proud son of heaven, Ye Yi, who was personally selected by the Ye family of the Lord Xia's family. These six people will carry out the next stage. Round of big contest!"

Ye Ren in the lounge couldn't hear the sound outside, but he could roughly guess one or two:
"In the next game, no matter what, I will fight someone else."

Ye Ren clenched his fist and punched the wall viciously—well, it really hurt.

Taking a breath, Ye Ren continued to swear solemnly in his heart:
"But for Brother Yu's sake, I won't argue with this group of people."

Before the words fell, there was a wailing sound, and a lot of servants screaming in panic.

"Master's hand is injured!"

"Call the doctor, hurry up!"

"What kind of doctor are you looking for? You should ask Lord Xia to come and heal your wounds in person."

After a while of panic, Ye Ren's hand was finally saved, and he didn't die due to a large area of ​​infection caused by a small skin trauma, resulting in necrosis of the whole body.