Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 15 Fighting Field

Fang Qingxue was worried that Yang Xuan's injury would get worse, so she hurriedly said, "Brother Yang, don't talk anymore, I'll take you back."

"Ah."

Yang Xuan also wanted to hurry back to heal his wounds, so he hugged Wang Man and left with Fang Qingxue's support.

Where Yang Xuan passed by, many outer disciples gave way one after another. They were so shocked today, even more shocked than knowing that Yang Xuan had climbed to the ninth floor of the Gravity Tower, because Yang Xuan actually resisted Bai Haitang's strength by twenty times. Gravity oppresses.

This is equivalent to twice the gravity of the tenth floor of the Gravity Tower. They couldn't believe how terrifying it was, but Yang Xuan resisted it. Although he is seriously injured and very embarrassed, it is shocking enough. When the matter spread, the entire Qixuanmen would shake.

"Hehe, this kid is quite crazy. I hope that the outer door is bigger than the top one and he can become crazy." Dong Liang was also a little shocked, but he left without calling him when he saw Yang Xuan. Angry, a sinister and strange smile came out of his mouth.

"He is not simple. If you dare to underestimate him, you will suffer a lot." Wang Man said in a deep voice.

"Don't be angry with others and destroy your prestige. He is nothing more than physically stronger."

"He defeated Tie Feng, how could he have poor combat experience? Also, he has broken through to the fourth level of the Body Tempering Realm, so he is definitely a formidable opponent."

"So fast, I heard people say that he only broke through to the third level of Body Tempering Realm more than ten days ago!?"

"Yeah, I can't figure it out either, this level of cultivation speed is terrifying."

……

Back at the residence, Yang Xuan did not delay, and resorted to the Xuanwu Dali Jue gesture to heal his injuries.

Thanks to the miraculous effect of Xuanwu Dali Jue, otherwise he would have to lie in bed for ten and a half months even if he applied healing herbs.

In just half an hour, his injuries were all healed, there were no wounds on his body, and his whole body became fierce.

"Brother Yang, are your injuries healed?"

Fang Qingxue stayed quietly not far away, seeing Yang Xuan put away that weird posture, she ran over immediately.

"Well, it's all good."

Yang Xuan had a bright smile, and his snow-white teeth gleamed. Although he was a little aggrieved by the oppression of Bai Haitang's gravity martial spirit today, his physical body recovered after being injured, and his physical body also became a little stronger.

What pleased him most was that he resisted Bai Haitang's [-] times gravity, his spiritual will became more condensed, and his martial arts heart became firmer.

"Brother Yang, your injury is just right, don't go to the Gravity Tower to practice tomorrow, just cultivate yourself in your residence, Xueer will bring you some food."

Fang Qingxue also saw that Yang Xuan's injury had healed, so she left a few words and ran away quickly.

"What a shy little girl!" Yang Xuan secretly laughed, knowing that the little girl was shy because he said before that he wanted to marry her.

Time flies, three days passed.

Tomorrow is the day when the Outer Sect will hold a grand competition.

Yang Xuan was not nervous, and his eyes were filled with the belief that he must win. For him, the outer door and the competition are just the first step in his rise, and no one can block his edge.

As night fell, Fang Qingxue came with food.

In the yard, the cool breeze was blowing. The little girl was sitting on a stone bench beside her, with her hands resting on her chin, quietly watching Yang Xuan eat.

Yang Xuan's eating was still ugly, but Fang Qingxue was no longer surprised, not only that, she even had a faint smile on her face.

Seeing the smile on her face, Yang Xuan was distracted and a little dazed. It took a while for him to come back to his senses and continue to gobble it up.

After a long time, after Yang Xuan had finished eating, Fang Qingxue asked, "Brother Yang, are you going to participate in the outer sect competition tomorrow?"

"Ok!"

Yang Xuan nodded.

"Brother Yang will definitely win the championship." Fang Qingxue waved her powder fist, confident in Yang Xuan.

"Haha, of course, I'm the No. 1 in the outer sect this time, but Xueer, if Brother Yang wins the No. [-], do you have any rewards?"

"Yang, what does Brother Yang want?"

"Hehe, it's very simple, Xue'er will marry me...

……

The next day, the sky was bright.

Yang Xuan dressed in black, with an iron sword on his back, went straight to the fighting arena.

That's right, the Martial Arts Field is the place where the Outer Sect Competition is held. Half a month ago, the Martial Arts Field has posted a bulletin board with the specific rules, venue, date, and date of the Outer Sect Competition. Ten rewards and so on.

On the way, many outer disciples flocked to the fighting arena in groups of three or four. Many people also looked sideways when they saw Yang Xuan, and they all noticed that Yang Xuan was different.

Although Yang Xuan's strength has improved by leaps and bounds recently, he is still very easy-going when he is not doing anything, with a cynical smile on his face all the time.

But now, he has a handsome face with sharp edges and corners, and his dark and deep eyes are full of seductive light. His whole body is full of sharpness, and his whole body is like a sword drawn out of its sheath. Strangers do not enter.

"What a strong momentum, this guy seems to be the best, and he is bound to win the first place!"

No one dared to speak until Yang Xuan strode away.

"No, it's the first time I've seen him so cold, as if he was about to draw a sword to kill someone."

"It's all about bluffing. His strength is very strong, but compared to Li Yunfei, Zhou Kun, Zhang Shaoyun, Dong Liang, Wang Man and others, he is still a little bit worse. Those people all have the strength to kill monsters by leapfrogging!"

"Who is strong and who is weak, it's hard to say now, let's wait and see."

"Yeah, it's a pity that the outer sect is big this time, and the rules have been changed. With our strength, we can only be spectators."

……

The fighting arena is not far from the Gravity Tower. From a distance, it is a huge ring-shaped building that can accommodate thousands of people.

As the distance from the martial arts arena got closer, Yang Xuan heard bursts of noise coming from afar.

When he passed through a huge arched stone gate and stepped into the martial arts arena, he found that there was already a sea of ​​people, densely packed on the stands in the southeast, northwest, and almost all the disciples from the outer sects had come.

In the center, there is a square square paved with bluestone, with a very large area. On this huge bluestone square, ten bluestone arenas with a length of eight feet, a width of eight feet, and a height of two feet have already been built.

This time, the rules of the outer sect competition are different from the past, but relatively speaking, it is very simple, that is, fighting.

There are ten rings, ten ring masters, whoever is on the stage will be the ring master, and other people can challenge on the stage, and the winner will become the new ring master, who will face repeated challenges from others.

This cycle will eventually determine the top ten, and then the top ten will draw lots to determine the top ten.

In addition to this rule, weapons can be used in competitions, but human life cannot be injured.

Of course, the sword has no eyes. Although the elders of the outer sect preside over the competition, they can take action to stop it at any time, but there is no guarantee that no human life will be caused, because there have been fatal incidents in the previous outer sect competitions.

Therefore, if you want to be on stage, you still need to weigh whether you have the strength.

"Brother Yang, here, here."

Just as Yang Xuan was looking at the fighting arena, Fang Qingxue's clear and loud voice came from the noisy voices.

Yang Xuan followed the prestige and found that the little girl was seated in a very good position. She was located in the bottom row of the south stand, and there were several young girls sitting in the seats to her left, all of whom were her very close sisters.

On her right, there was an empty seat.

This vacant seat was supposed to be reserved for Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan smiled slightly, and strode over.

However, within a few steps, Fang Qingxue had a dispute.

"Brother, this position is already occupied, you can find another position."

"Hmph, this seat has been vacant all the time. If there is no one else, I will sit here. What can you do to me?"

A short, sharp-mouthed boy in yellow clothes with his nostrils upturned, very domineering, sat directly next to Fang Qingxue in the empty seat.

"roll."

But before his butt could sit still, a more domineering voice came, which made his ears go numb. After a moment of stupefaction, he cursed: "Who the hell dared to let me get out of here?"

"it's me."

Yang Xuan stood in front of the boy in yellow, staring at him condescendingly.

"Yes, it's you."

The boy in yellow raised his head, and only then did he see who the person in front of him was. He trembled all over with fright, and said in a trembling voice: "Yang, Senior Brother Yang Xuan, yes, I'm sorry, I, I didn't know that this position belonged to you."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and get out of here."

Yang Xuan looked disgusted, and waved his hands like chasing flies.

The boy in yellow didn't say anything, he got up and walked away in a hurry. The people nearby saw the difference in Yang Xuan.

Too domineering, too strong!

In particular, there was an incomparably cold aura exuding from his whole body, which was as sharp as a knife and made people chill.

Fang Qingxue didn't feel anything. Seeing Yang Xuan sitting down beside her, she blushed and said, "Brother Yang, have you had breakfast? If you haven't, Xue'er still has a few crispy pancakes here."

With that said, he handed Yang Xuan a palm-sized crispy biscuit.

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to take it, and said in surprise: "It looks like this kind of crispy cake in the dining hall, did you make it yourself?"

"That's right, Junior Sister Xue'er woke up a long time ago, and specially made it for Senior Brother Yang Xuan."

Before Fang Qingxue could answer, a girl with a few freckles beside her spoke.

Hearing this, a warm current surged in Yang Xuan's heart: "Xue'er, thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm just doing it casually, I don't know if it suits Brother Yang's appetite."

A beautiful blush appeared on Fang Qingxue's beautiful cheeks, and she urged: "Brother Yang, eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

(End of this chapter)