Dragon Ball System

"Senior Brother Qin, how many moves do you want me to use to defeat you?" Song Yan stared at Qin Feng with amusement on his face.

Hearing this, Qin Feng's face darkened and he sneered, "The villain will succeed."

"Both each other." Song Yan's tone was strange, as if he was referring to something.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's face turned darker, and he suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand: "Huang Liang, do it, don't talk nonsense."

"Ok, as you wish"

Song Yan stepped out and raised his palm to fly. The fiery red palm power and the scorching temperature formed an overwhelming momentum and headed towards Qin Feng.

But at this moment, Qin Feng suddenly showed a strange smile.

"Shadow Wind Eighteen Slashes."

The long sword in Qin Feng's hand danced, and a powerful aura burst out from the sword in his hand along with azure light.

"It's a spiritual weapon"

Feeling this aura, the deacon narrowed his eyes slightly. As for the outer disciples below, they all showed horror. They did not expect that the long sword in Qin Feng's hand was actually a spiritual weapon.

Spiritual weapons are existences that transcend mortal weapons. Spiritual weapons are divided into nine grades. Even a first-grade spiritual weapon is extremely expensive. At the same time, spiritual weapons have a great impact on the strength of a warrior.

Take Qin Feng as an example. The long sword in his hand should be a first-grade spiritual weapon, but with this spiritual weapon sword, his attack power can reach at least the seventh level of Qi Refining.

"Puff puff puff"

As Qin Feng danced, a large amount of green sword energy spurted out from the long sword in his hand, densely packed and overwhelming, as if to tear the world apart.

Especially Song Yan, who was very close at hand, was instantly enveloped by the sword energy and drowned out of sight.

"go to hell"

Qin Feng looked at Song Yan who was swallowed up by his sword energy, and a proud smile appeared on his lips.

He had been suppressing his hatred for Song Yan, and today he finally had a chance to avenge his past humiliation.

suddenly

A bit of fire rose from the inside of the sword. At first, it was just a flame, then it became the size of a fist, then it was the size of a football, and finally, it turned into a sea of ​​fire.

This process was extremely fast. In just one breath, Qin Feng's sword energy was engulfed in the sea of ​​fire that evolved from the flames.

At the same time, a phantom-like figure suddenly appeared in front of Qin Feng and kicked out.

"boom"

Qin Feng flew in response and fell out of the ring.

"How did I lose?"

Qin Feng, who was holding a common spiritual weapon, stood under the ring with a look of reluctance.

Not many people paid attention to him as a loser. Most of the outer disciples in the audience stared at Song Yan, the victor on the stage, with admiration.

Many bold female disciples even shouted out words such as "Senior Brother Huang, I admire you so much, you are so powerful, you are so mighty".

Song Yan walked down the ring with a smile, and immediately a large group of outer disciples rushed up.

"Senior Brother Huang, what you just performed was the Nine Styles of Mysterious Fire, a martial art passed down by your family."

"Yes, the martial arts you just performed were too powerful."

While all the disciples were complimenting Song Yan, the competition continued.

Half an hour later, the PK match ended, and only fifteen of the thirty disciples remained.

The deacon stood still on the ring and said loudly: "The rules of this round of competition are wheel battles. The one who defeats the other fourteen people will be the final winner today. No. 809, you will be the winner."

"Yes"

Song Yan jumped onto the ring.

The challenge begins.

The first one to take the stage was the girl with two swords.

"Senior Brother Huang, please show mercy," the girl who wielded the double sword said sweetly to Song Yan.

"Okay." Song Yan nodded.

"Senior Brother Huang, I won't be polite. Let's see what's going on."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl with two swords launched an attack. Her swords were like two flexible little snakes. Coupled with her flexible body shape, this set of one-star martial arts Spirit Snake Sword Technique has allowed her to perform to the extreme.

Song Yan struggled with her for dozens of moves, and then used a clever force to send her off the ring.

"Number 809 wins, continue," the deacon announced coldly.

The second challenger is a strong man who uses double hammers.

This man was born with supernatural power, but a hammer weighing hundreds of kilograms seemed like nothing in his hand.

However, Song Yan only used three moves to knock him off the ring.

The third challenger was a thin young man.

"I surrender"

The fourth challenger: "I surrender"

From the beginning of the third challenge to the last fourteenth challenger, all the challengers gave in. The main reason was that Song Yan's strength was too brutal and they had no hope of victory at all.

"I declare that Huang Liang, No. 809, won today and is qualified to participate in tomorrow's competition."

The competition in Arena No. 9 has ended.

But the competition in other arenas continued, and Song Yan came to the arena where Lin Yue competed.

During this month, Song Yan frequently taught Lin Yue and others their martial arts skills. Therefore, they made great progress. In addition, they also had no shortage of money. After purchasing dozens of second-grade Xuandan pills and taking them, The cultivation level has basically reached the fifth level of Qi refining.

Especially Lin Yue, who has reached the fifth level of Qi refining.

Therefore, he performed particularly vigorously in today's game and has now entered the third round of the challenge.

"Junior Brother Huang, Senior Brother Feng from the inner sect wants to see you, come with me."

At this moment, a fat inner disciple came to Song Yan and gave orders.

Song Yan glanced at the other party indifferently, and slowly uttered a few words: "Who are you? Do I know you?"

The fat inner disciple's face turned cold: "I have heard people say that you are arrogant and domineering, and now it is true. However, it is Senior Brother Feng who invites you now. You'd better follow me obediently, otherwise, the consequences will not be yours." Tolerable”

Hearing the threat, Song Yan directly yelled: "Fuck you uncle, I don't even know that person named Feng, why should I follow you? If he wants to see me, let him do it by himself. What's the point of sending a loser?"

"You dare to call me a coward and looking for death"

The fat inner disciple couldn't help but get furious and reached out to grab Song Yan.

But Song Yan was already prepared. He stepped back to avoid the opponent's claws, and then raised his voice and shouted: "It's not good, the disciples from the inner sect came to beat people from the outer sect."

Immediately, the surrounding outer disciples looked around and saw the fat inner disciple who had not yet had time to retract his claws.

"Fuck, how dare you bully our boss?"

Lin Yue jumped down from the ring with his knife and struck the fat inner disciple with a single blow to the head.

"act recklessly"

The fat inner man slapped his palm while Lin Yue was drinking, and Lin Yue flew backwards and landed a few meters away. With a "wow" sound, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"It's not good, the inner disciples are going to kill the outer disciples."

Song Yan raised his voice and shouted again.

"Damn it, the inner disciple is amazing, fuck him"

"Can the inner sect disciples be too arrogant to ruin the outer sect competition?"

"Kill him"

Amidst the shouts, dozens of outer sect disciples rushed towards the fat inner sect.

Seeing this scene, the fat inner disciple couldn't help but get angry and shouted at the outer disciples who were charging towards the group: "Bold, do you want to rebel?"

"Snapped"

An egg flew like lightning and exploded on the forehead of the fat inner disciple, instantly covering his face.

The fat inner man was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "Who threw this bastard? Stand up for me."

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