"Well, since you don't agree with me, I can tell you directly now that all the disciples of tianxingmen can challenge me as long as their accomplishments are above the level of level 3 and level 6. I will defeat you one by one to let you realize how useless you are. As for those that can't reach the level of three products, I advise you not to come. It's a waste of time. "

As soon as ye Ziheng said this, many of the disciples on the scene immediately became angry and clamored to duel with ye Ziheng.

"Ye Ziheng, the core disciple of tianxingmen, Yang Jiang, declared war on you at the beginning of wupinjing. You can stand!"

"Cheng Wutian, the core disciple of tianxingmen, declared war on you in the middle of wupinjing!"

"Chen ou, the inner disciple of Tianxing sect, declared war on you in the middle of sipingjing!"

"Ouyang Qing, the inner disciple of Tianxing sect, declared war on you!"

……

For a while, countless disciples began to declare war with ye Ziheng. Their faces were full of anger and their fists were tightly clasped. It seemed that they would like to jump on the platform of Biwu to fight against ye Ziheng.

Seeing that many people have declared war on him, ye Ziheng couldn't help but feel a burst of joy. In this way, he will soon finish the task of system release.

"Well, I remember your names, all the people who declared war. But today, I just went through a war. I can't fight with so many people. I can only fight with one person at most. As for other people who declared war, write down their names and write a note for me. I will visit you according to one of the above."

As soon as elder Yu under the stage heard this, he immediately took out paper and pen from the storage ring.

"Come and remember the names of those who want to challenge."

Then, the people who wanted to challenge ye Ziheng ran to sign up. Soon, more than ten people's names appeared on the paper.

After remembering his name, Yu looked up at ye Ziheng on the platform.

"Ye Ziheng, just now you said that you still need to challenge a person today. Have you considered who to challenge?"

Ye Ziheng smiles gently.

"Just now I heard that there was an inner disciple named ouyangqing shouting loudly. Let him come."

Then, I saw a person in the crowd suddenly jump up and jump to the platform of competition.

"I'm ouyangqing, the inner disciple of tianxingmen. I'm in the high section of sanpinjing."

Ouyangqing introduced himself with double fists, and looked at ye Ziheng's face with a trace of disdain.

"Well, this is not the scene of blind date. No one wants to hear these self introductions. Come directly if you want to call."

Ye Ziheng said, with a look of indifference on his face.

But Ouyang Qing felt that ye Ziheng was insulting himself. Without saying anything, he suddenly pulled out a long sword which was attached to his waist and stabbed at ye Ziheng.

But when it comes to this sword technique, ye Ziheng is also quite accomplished. In his eyes, ouyangqing's sword technique is far from perfect.

Then he saw ye Ziheng lift up the black iron stick in his hand and thrust it hard at the tip of the long sword.

"When!"

Just heard a clear sound, and then saw that the sword was shaking all over, and suddenly it was scattered to the ground in countless pieces, while ye Ziheng's black iron stick was still safe, and continued to poke at Ouyang Qing's chest.

Seeing this, Ouyang Qing's face sank and hurriedly backed away, afraid of being hit by Ye Ziheng's black iron stick.

From this moment on, Ouyang Qing's failure has become a doomed fact.