Martial arts master: My aptitude depends entirely on the pile of exercises

Then he saw that Gu Tianfeng, the patriarch of the Yindian sect, came forward and arranged those Chu people to watch at his sect's position, and there was a clatter beside them, leaving a large space.

Seeing this, Yang Can didn't think too much anymore, it seemed that he wasn't here for him...

The small farce quickly subsided under the comfort of the elders of the various sects.

When the sun was three poles, the final challenge of the three competitions officially began.

"Zander, go up and try the level of the other two disciples first."

Cheng Shanqiang, the suzerain of the Luomu Sect who won a big victory yesterday, took a long and thin cigarette pouch, knocked on the table in front of him and gave instructions in a low voice.

The only seventh-rank martial artist among the promoted disciples from the outer sect nodded and stepped onto the ring.

The three sects sent people to appear on the stage in turn, and Mo Bei was not in a hurry, and sent a master of the same seventh rank to test the water.

But this Zander is not weak. After fighting for a while, he suddenly exerted strength and kicked the opponent off the ring.

However, his prestige only lasted for this game.

The next silver electric sect master who came to the stage, although he was also seventh grade, was much stronger in terms of technique and experience, but he was beaten to the ground in an instant.

As several suzerains called out, the people on the ring were constantly changing, and the strength of the people on the stage was also slowly improving.

Not long after, when a disciple of the Flying Hunting Sect was kicked off the ring and seriously injured by vomiting blood, everyone let out an exclamation.

"Everyone, is the warm-up over here?"

Gu Tianfeng, the master of Yindian Sect, got up and smiled slightly.

Just now, his disciple who was no more than the sixth grade had his first three consecutive victories!Take the top spot in the standings now!

The head of the Luomu Sect, Cheng Shanqiang, sucked on his cigarette bag, and glanced at the surrounding disciples:

"Qiu Yue, you go."

This time it was a fifth-rank martial artist who took the stage, and under the gap in realm, he easily stopped the opponent's winning streak.

The Flying Hunting Sect sent Ye Shuangwu. After a period of training, he had already reached the fifth rank, but unfortunately, he was still defeated by someone.

Immediately after, Gu Lian, the Yindian sect, took the stage.

This person, Yang Can, met once before the auction, and with the strength of around the fourth rank, it is no surprise that he will win or lose.

But this kid was very crazy. After winning, he laughed wildly: "Haha, that's it?"

He didn't spare any face, and even pointed to the audience and shouted loudly:

"Where is Feihunzong Xie Dong? Do you dare to fight?"

Hearing him mention names like this, everyone in the Flying Hunting Sect looked a little ugly.

Finally, under the nod of the suzerain Mo Bei, Xie Dong knew that he could not escape this battle.

"Elder Brother! Senior Brother!"

Everyone in the Flying Hunting Sect under the stage shouted for a while!Since Zongmen Xiaobi won the first place, he has gained this title.

And the senior brother did not disappoint everyone, after a fierce battle, he successfully knocked Gu Lian off the ring.

It's just that he himself was very tired, so he chose to rest for half a stick of incense, which was also within the rules, and no one could say anything.

Next, the one fighting Xie Dong was Liang Fei, the fourth-rank peak master of Luomuzong that he had noticed before.

Yang Can felt that Xie Dong should be able to easily win this match. After all, Liang Fei's cultivation did not come from his own hard work, and he was not solid.

Several elders and suzerains in the sect also think so.

However, to their surprise, Xie Dong lost in the end!

He seemed to be unable to pass the psychological test. When he heard that the other party was a fourth-rank peak realm higher than him, he lost his position. In the end, he only showed seven or eight out of ten of his strength...

Now the disciples of the Feihuning Sect who were cheering in unison just now were all dumbfounded.

The challenge is just over halfway, and Xie Dong, the strongest elder brother of the younger generation in their sect, just lost like this!

What's worse, their Zongmen points are at the bottom at the moment. Could it be that this time the three big competitions ended like this?

"Haha, old Zhao, it seems that you disciples of the Flying Hunting Sect spend all your time improving your skills? No wonder, none of you have time to practice. The senior brother with the highest strength is only a mere fourth-rank. Worse than a guy on drugs?"

"That's right, Elder Zhao, you're a bit of a loser, but it's okay, after the merger of the three sects, you might as well go behind the scenes and concentrate on modifying the exercises."

Hearing the cynicism from the elders of the two sects next door, Zhao Mingyi's complexion turned slightly red.

Although he knew that there was still the strongest finale, Yang Can, but the problem was that there were still many remaining masters in the other two sects.

If the wheel battles are fought one by one, how can it be enough to rest for half an incense stick between each game...

His heart was pounding, his lips were closed, and he couldn't say a word now.

on the main stand.

"Hehe, Lao Mo, is this the number one Xiaobi of your Flying Hunting Sect? The strength is barely passable, but this character..."

Cheng Shanqiang, the lord of the Fallen Wood Sect, shook his head slightly and laughed softly.

The face of Xue Yishan next to him turned black, obviously very angry, this is his direct disciple after all, so losing a pot of medicine like this is really disgraceful.

The suzerain Mo Bei looked relatively calm, but in fact, he was a little flustered inside, and even the palms of his hands were sweating:

"I don't know if Yang Can can hold on to the next series of competitions..."

As the winner was once again drawn on the stage, this time, it was the turn of the Flying Hunting Sect.

The disciples of the Flying Hunting Sect under the stage had already lost hope, and sighed one after another:

"Who else can go up? Even the senior brother lost..."

"Hey, it seems that my sect must be the last one this time."

Some people even didn't want to watch it anymore and started to leave early.

"Sect Master Mo, there seems to be no one in your sect, right? If you don't admit defeat in advance, my disciples can't wait to play." Gu Tianfeng, the sect master of Yindian Sect, smiled leisurely.

"Really? Then you may have to wait." Mo Bei pretended to be calm, and said loudly:

"Yang Can, it's your turn."

"Phew, it's finally here." Yang Can, who had been cultivating for a long time, exhaled a foul breath and got up leisurely.

He stretched his muscles and bones a little, then went to the ring.

"Yang Can? Brother Yang?"

"Hiss...Senior Brother Yang's understanding of exercises is indeed not low, but his cultivation level doesn't seem to be high?"

"Indeed, I heard that he is at most stronger than Senior Brother Ye, probably between the fourth and fifth ranks."

"Hey, I guess there is really no one in the sect, so they started messing around with people."

"I'd better go, this challenge, I don't want to watch it..."

Amid the applause from the crowd, Yang Can stepped onto the stage...

"The fight begins!"

Following the shouts of the elders in the arena, Cheng Shan, the head of the Luomu Sect, sucked on his cigarette pipe, and said with a smile to Mo Bei:

"Hehe, thank you, Sect Master Mo, for giving me a little product..."

"next."

Before he finished speaking, a soft drink sounded from the direction of the ring, interrupting his words.

"Ok?"

Cheng Shanqiang looked back, only to realize that his disciple was kicked out of the ring with just one sentence of practice!

But Yang Can stood where he was, dusting off his clothes with his hands, as if nothing had happened.

"Oh? I didn't expect Sect Master Mo to hide his tricks. It's interesting." Gu Tianfeng, the Sect Master of Yindian Sect, sneered and called out his names: "In that case, Ding Lian, go and learn the other party's clever tricks."

But for a moment.

"next."

It was still Yang Can's voice, even the tone of voice was exactly the same, there was no change from before.

duh duh!

The sound of the cigarette bag hitting the table was heard quietly, followed by Cheng Shanqiang's unrecognizable voice:

"Gu Zongzhu, it's time to get serious, Zhou Jintao, you go."

As soon as these words came out, a disciple of the Fallen Wood Sect said happily:

"It's Senior Brother Zhou!"

"Finally it's the third-rank warrior's turn to make a move!"

This is the first third-grade master dispatched since the challenge.

But it's a pity that a third-rank master can't do a single move in front of Yang Can. He doesn't even need to use all his strength, he just raised his hand and slapped him off the stage.

"next."

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Yang Can's cold voice sounded again...

He came on stage with only half a cup of tea, less than seven or eight minutes, and only took three shots, and he was able to knock the opponent off the ring each time, sweeping away the previous decline of the Flying Hunting Sect.

Such a strong appearance surprised everyone!They completely changed their impression of him, and they all began to ask who this Yang Can was.

"Oh? It seems that you still have some skills."

Cai Yu, from the stand of the Yindian Sect, walked towards the suzerain with an excited expression on his face, wanting to take the initiative to ask for a fight.

On the other side, where the Chu people are.

A young man with broken hair and a poisonous snake tattoo on his face, half lying on the chair, with his hands open, took up three seats, and said with a slight smile:

"Finally there is a decent opponent..."

Chapter 105 Winning Streak!real rivals!

"Okay! Brother Yang is mighty!"

"Amazing Senior Brother Yang! Three consecutive victories!"

The disciple of the Flying Hunting Sect who was about to leave with a disappointed face had just walked halfway, when he suddenly heard bursts of applause from behind.

When he turned around, he found that Yang Can, who thought he was going to lose, was still standing on the stage, and the fellow disciples watching the battle below were all so excited that they seemed to be crazy.

Some even took off the Zongmen uniform and rolled it up on their hands, shaking it wildly like a flag.

After inquiring for a while, they realized that it took only a while, but senior brother Yang Canyang had won three games in a row!

Now that everyone regained their confidence, there was no intention of leaving. They rushed to their original positions one by one, and began to applaud Yang Can loudly.

They were so powerful that even the entire back mountain shook slightly.

Above the main stand.

Gu Tianfeng, the head of the Yindian Sect, raised his mouth slightly, and chuckled:

"Old Mo, you are getting more and more scheming. I didn't expect you to hide something. I underestimated you, but that's all."

He looked around among his disciples, looking for suitable candidates for the battle.

Now that he has lost three times, he can no longer give points to the opponent.

At this time, one person stepped forward and cupped his hands and said:

"Sovereign, disciple Cai Yu took the initiative to ask for a fight."

"Oh?" Gu Tianfeng took a look at him, nodded slightly and said:

"Hehe, originally I wanted to thank you juniors and younger sisters for the experience, but I didn't expect you to be so impatient. It's okay, it's almost time to deal with Yang Can with your strength. It's getting late, and it's better to end sooner. Merge sooner."

"Thank you Sect Master!"

Cai Yu was overjoyed and stepped onto the ring immediately.

He has been waiting for a long time.

Ever since Yang Can auctioned off a copy of the top-grade Xuan-level exercises at the auction, he has always held a grudge.

Looking at the decline of the Flying Hunting Sect, he thought that he had no chance of revenge.