Chapter 37

However, his reaction is better than the patriarch. After all, only Yang Dingshan knows the strength of Yang Xuan.

The other seven people walked into the field in turn. Yang Xuan stood there early, his eyes moved and swept away from the people.

He had seen Yang Zhou before and had a good impression of him. A young man who looks quiet as his name suggests. The slender willow eyebrows have thin lips and a very clever look. Compared with the first time I saw him in LianWu hall, Yang Zhou was obviously more quiet at this time.

He walked slowly to the opposite side of Yang Xuan, slightly blessed himself and said, "brother Yang Xuan, please give me more advice."

"Yang Zhou's brothers also give more advice." Yang Xuan nodded seriously and bowed back.

Compared with the two of them, the atmosphere in the other three areas is much more tense, especially in the adjacent No. 2 area. Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ajiao have a very close relationship, but their eyes collide with each other, but they are at war.

"Ha ha, yes, these two children are very strong. Now they collide with each other and will urge each other."

Outside, there were older generation figures with beards, laughing and commenting, and their words were full of appreciation.

"I think so. Talent alone is not enough. Opponents with similar strength will become their driving force. That's what a strong person should have."

"Well, good."

All the elders expressed their opinions and immediately turned their eyes to the other side.

Yang Xuan and Yang Zhou are still modestly greeting each other. They have no awareness of being rivals.

"It's... it's good to encourage each other, too."

Everyone was speechless, but they were all Yang's children. It's hard to say anything like this.

"The competition begins!"

As a voice came out, people who were still talking stopped and their eyes focused on the field. This battle, the collision of two great Tianjiao, has to be said to be very interesting.

In particular, both geniuses are women. As for Yang Zhou, who is also a genius, he was subconsciously ignored because of his opponent.

The tense atmosphere broke out in the beginning of the referee. Especially the two girl geniuses who have been preparing for a long time.

Yang Qianhuan's talent is better than Yang Ajiao, but it doesn't mean she is stronger.

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Ajiao rushed out with a wooden sword without fear. This time, she didn't dance the sword flower. The wooden sword in her hand was like a cloud piercing thorn, with a slight wind, very fast.

"Hum! Faster than you?" Yang Qianhuan snorted coldly, learning the same way to attack.

The long pink dress couldn't keep up with her speed and fluttered gently in the air, as if a fairy came down to earth, which was very amazing.

On the other side, Yang Xuan picked up the wooden sword.

"Brother Yang Zhou, let's go first."

"No, you'd better go first."

Yang Zhou looks serious, holds a sword and holds a fist, and looks sincere.

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly and thought for a moment. Finally, he waved his head and said, "no, I'm older than you. The book says that long should let young. You'd better start first."

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The speed of Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ajiao was almost the same. The colorful clothes were floating. Before the onlookers outside the field saw it clearly, they collided with each other.

When the wooden sword touched in the air, a little bit of wood chips fell in the twinkling of an eye. With the movement of the two people, the air flow scattered and fell.

The two men crossed in an instant and fell to the position where the other party had previously stood.

"Good! Good! Good! Equal strength. These talents are two good seedlings!"

Yang Ding stood on the platform, praised three times, and couldn't help laughing.

Those ordinary children can't see clearly, but as a powerful man in the later stage of the second realm, he naturally knows what just happened. The speed of the two men was extremely fast. On the first day of contact, the two wooden swords attacked each other, but finally found that the goals of both sides were the same, and quickly withdrew the attack.

But in the blink of an eye, the two of them seemed to pass by wrong, but in fact they had already fought, and the two sides were equal. Whether it's the idea of attack, the angle, or the method of evacuation, it's almost the same.

And every point of this needs strength to support. If you were ordinary children, I'm afraid you'd have lost.

They each fell, but both seemed quite dissatisfied.

Yang Ajiao's footsteps inched. As soon as she landed, she turned around in situ. Immediately, she bent her waist and suddenly soared into the air. After turning around in the air, the wooden sword stabbed down.

Around her, her clothes fluttered and her aura danced like a white bird singing. Her posture is extremely elegant, and her hands seem to have no strength, soft and soft.

"This is... Exquisite mental skill! Did sister a Jiao get the unique skill so soon?"

The young generation who recognized him was intoxicated and surprised. Many people on the side obviously didn't understand and asked one after another.

This graceful posture, coupled with the softness of Yang Ajiao, immediately fascinated many people.

"Hey! You don't know, sister Gillian's exquisite mental skill..."

"Look, sister Qianhuan has made a move!"

The crowd was listening. Suddenly, a voice came from more than where, and immediately pulled their eyes back to the field.

Yang Qianhuan looked at the ethereal figure in the air and frowned slightly. He didn't dare to underestimate his opponent at the moment. There are only a few geniuses in this family. In addition, they have a lot of secret competition. They also know the root and the bottom. They have a general understanding of the power of these moves for a long time.

The weak and delicate body stabbed with a straight wooden sword. There was a flash of light at the tip of the sword, emitting bursts of aura fluctuations.

Yang Qianhuan took a deep breath, and all the auras in his body were mobilized.

Now she is in a perfect state, and even touches the threshold of the second state. She may take that step at any time, which naturally strengthens Yang Ajiao a little in her aura.

The wooden sword in her hand has been covered with a layer of red halo, very light, but the momentum is gurgling out.

It was the opposite of Yang Ajiao's feeling. It was like a wildfire. It was hot, and her pupils turned red.

The aura slowly gathered around, first entered Yang Qianhuan's body, and then flowed into the wooden sword along the meridians.

The power on it grew stronger and stronger. When the wooden sword in the sky stabbed down, Yang Qianhuan only heard a soft drink and a red light was suddenly waved.

"Boom!"

When the two auras collided, they exploded, and the waves mixed with hot air rolled out and swept the whole audience.

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Yang Xuan held a wooden sword and was dressed in plain cloth. He was slightly shaken by the heat wave, and the hair between his temples was flying in disorder.

"How fierce."

He appreciated, turned his head and looked at Yang Zhou. He looked more and more serious, and there was a trace of stubbornness in the corners of his eyes.

"Clan brother, they are fighting so fiercely. Let's start."

"OK, brother, please move."

"You first, the book says..."

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