Heart Survey

Chapter 47 Yang Xingyong

Among warriors, the close-fitting bunt is undoubtedly the most test of basic reaction and the most proof of martial arts.

The cultivators of Sanshan City have leaped over the mountains like flat ground since childhood, fighting lions and killing tigers, which is naturally not bad.Although the close bunt was a risky blow for him, he was also somewhat sure.

However, the Four Spiritual Refinement Techniques that Jiang Wang cultivated were completed by the military family's unique training method and completed by the Taixu Illusionary Stage.At the current stage, it is a first-class body refining method.

Jiang Wang's muscles are not far superior to steel, but they are not far behind.The majestic qi and blood dormant in every muscle, and it is rarely seen on a normal scale, but on an occasion like today, it erupts with unprecedented ferocity!

Bang bang bang bang!
Fist to foot, knee to elbow.

The two fists met fists, making a drum-like sound.

The intensity of such pure fisting is unprecedented for Jiang Wang.In such a battle, he felt that the Four Spiritual Body Refinement Jue gradually merged into his body.Although he had been cultivating hard before, but after all, he was born in a Taoist academy and did not understand what real body training was.

In such a direct collision, he felt more full of qi and blood, felt that his body was stronger, felt that Daoyuan was more lively, and also felt that the strength of his opponent was gradually weakening.

boom!
In the last collision with the forehead, the cultivators who came to this Sanshan City slumped and looked up.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue, but that he really can't squeeze the slightest bit of strength.

How hard he worked and how desperately, maybe only Jiang Wang, who was fighting against him, would know.

Several times, Jiang Wang thought the battle was set, but then came the opponent's fist.

He clearly felt the steel-like will of this Sanshancheng cultivator.

He tried his best to win.

They don't want to be called barbarians!
But sadly, the more they worked so hard, the more people said, "Look, barbarians are like this, they don't take their lives as their lives."

……

The referee raised the flag, and the outcome was decided.

The onlookers were silent for a while and cheered suddenly.

After all, this is Fenglin City, and it is Jiang Wang's home court.Not to mention that there are several big men hired by Zhao Rucheng to roar hard. For the generous reward, they can say their best.It seems that Jiang Anan's feelings for her brother are deeper than that of Jiang Anan.

Amid the boiling cheers, Jiang Wang reached out and grabbed the opponent without letting him fall to the ground.

"Dare to ask your name?" Jiang Wang looked at this respectable opponent and also expressed his respect.

In fact, before the game started, the referee had read out the names of both sides, but Jiang Wang did not remember it.

Like many vulgar people, although he did not show it, he had been immersed in his eyes and ears since he was a child, and he really despised these so-called "mountain barbarians" in his heart.

The cultivator of Sanshan City stood precariously, almost all of his body weight resting on Jiang Wang's hands.His eyes were swollen high and narrowed to a slit.

"Yang Xingyong!" He said happily: "My name is Yang Xingyong!"

……

Outside the arena, Jiang Anan was applauding his brother when he suddenly heard the voice of his good friend, "An'an!"

The little girl Qingzhi jumped up in the crowd from a distance, and happily squeezed towards Jiang Anan.

Next to her was an old man, thin and hunchbacked.But in such a crowded crowd, they walked all the way without a trace of stagnation, and it didn't seem to affect other people.

Everyone was very curious about Jiang An'an's friends, especially the little girl who wanted to beat Jiang Wang.

Huang Azhan's perspective has always been different. He saw the hunchbacked old man at first sight.

The old man's face... was very awkward.Although the expression is serious, it naturally gives people a kind of wretched feeling.

Huang Azhan bumped Zhao Rucheng with his arm: "Hey, look, that old man."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Rucheng asked.

Huang Azhan lowered his voice: "Do you think his head... looks a lot like... a lot like..."

"Like what?"

Huang Azhan didn't speak, just looked under his crotch.

Zhao Rucheng was vigilant at first, "What are you looking at!"

Then he reacted, looked over there, touched his chin and said, "Hey! It's a bit like..."

They chatted quietly here, and the hunchbacked old man suddenly raised his head and glared at them.Obviously listened to their conversation clearly.

"Don't talk, don't talk, watch the game." Huang Azhan turned his head guiltily, and tried his best to look at the field as if nothing had happened.

"Cough cough." Zhao Rucheng coughed twice, reached out and took Jiang An'an from Ling He's shoulder and put it on his shoulder, "An An, you are tired, Brother Ling He, sit on my shoulder for a while."

I thought to myself that this old man is so old, he will never beat himself with the child, right?

Jiang An'an was very familiar with Zhao Rucheng now, so he didn't care who sat on the shoulders, and chatted happily with Qingzhi.

"My brother just won, he's amazing!"

……

Yang Xingyong was finally carried down.

The other two battles have ended early. Another cultivator from Sanshan City defeated Wangjiang City's opponent with an overwhelming advantage, while Wangjiang City's Lin Zhengli easily defeated another one-year-old from Fenglin City.

But the audience's attention was obviously attracted by the battle between Jiang Wang and Yang Xingyong, after all, it was a fierce fight.

"It's just weak chickens pecking at each other, Fenglin City is really, even the people have no vision." Lin Zhengli sneered at the other winner, probably trying to seek some approval.

But the winner from Sanshancheng obviously didn't buy it.

He said coldly, "Please respect your opponent."

In his opinion, Lin Zhengli not only disrespected Jiang Wang, but also disrespected Yang Xingyong, a monk in Sanshan City.

Lin Zhengli's hot face pressed against his cold buttocks, and his heart was even more unhappy: "Oh, barbarian."

The cultivator of Sanshan City suddenly burst into flames, but stopped talking.

The first round is over, and there is one winner left in each of the three cities, which is considered to be evenly divided.The next step is the round of battles. The order is determined by drawing lots. This round of luck is very important.

The referee from the county council is in charge of drawing lots, which undoubtedly reflects fairness to the greatest extent.

He took out a lottery from the lottery box, and after reading it, he read: "Jiang Wang!"

Off the court, Linghe and Zhao Rucheng breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that in the first match, Lin Zhengli and Sanshancheng cultivator fought first, and then Jiang Wang fought the two of them separately.Undoubtedly the sign above.

Jiang Wang retreated to the sidelines and gave up the center position to the two sides who were about to fight.

At the moment of passing by, Lin Zhengli chuckled lightly: "You are so lucky that you can stay for one more time."

The implication is that when the second round of the battle begins, Jiang Wang will be beaten to the point where he cannot continue the fight, and his tone is full of contempt.

Jiang Wang smiled: "I hope your luck will be better, and you will meet me later."

What he means is that Lin Zhengli may not be able to play the second game at all, and will be defeated in the first game.

Talking about mouth guns, he has been educated by Zhao Rucheng, but it is not that he is completely incapable of fighting back.

It's just that he can't quite understand where Lin Zhengli's hostility to him comes from. Could it be because the slogan that Zhao Rucheng made is too high-profile?

Seeing that this person doesn't seem to have a straight-hearted temper, a monk who has been educated in an orthodox Taoist Academy, and is still an elite disciple who was sent to represent Wangjiang City Taoist Academy, can he be so impatient?
Jiang Wang is actually very interested in the answer behind this.

As for fighting, he really has no fear.

Compared with Lin Zhengli's frivolous and dry anger, the cultivator in Sanshancheng remained silent and just stared at his opponent.

His attitude towards this battle was undoubtedly much more correct.

It also shows that he has a stronger desire for the outcome of the battle.

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