Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 16 The Fist Is Enough
"OK, all right."

Yang Xuan hadn't had breakfast yet, so he was indeed a little hungry, and he ate the crispy biscuits in his hand in just a few mouthfuls, regardless of his image.

Not to mention, the taste is quite good, he smacked his lips, feeling endless aftertaste, and gave Fang Qingxue a thumbs up beside him.

“Yes, it was delicious!”

"Hee hee, really?" Fang Qingxue smiled happily, her eyes curved into crescent moons.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath, and said affirmatively: "Of course, the crispy pancakes made by Xue'er are crispy and sweet, and taste great."

……

While Yang Xuan was enjoying the delicious food, more and more outer disciples came to the arena. Everyone was looking for a place, but if they couldn't find it, they had to find an open space to stand.

When the sun rose and the morning light fell, the four square stands were full of seats and people were full of voices. Many people were talking about this competition, and some even cursed at the unfairness.

The reason is simple, this time the rules of the competition have changed, and many people are too weak to even be qualified to appear on the stage.

"Quiet!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and more than a dozen elders from the outer sect came to the arena.

Yang Xuan did not tease Fang Qingxue at this time, looked up and saw Gu Yunfeng and Han Fang among the elders of the outer sect.

Apart from this, most of the remaining people are old men and women over half a century old, but there are two exceptions.

Both of them are very young, of course, compared to Han Fang, Gu Yunfeng and others, they are about thirty years old, one is a big man wearing black trousers and a soft animal leather upper body, and the other is a A woman with light makeup and a long red dress.

There are many disciples of the Qixuan sect. There are at least five or six thousand people in the inner and outer sects. Many inner sect disciples who have reached a certain level can apply to become elders of the outer sect, or even elders of the inner sect, but the prerequisite is to pass the test of the sect.

This test is extremely perverted, and life-threatening is at every turn.

But in contrast, if one can successfully pass the test and become an elder of the outer sect or even an elder of the inner sect, he will undoubtedly be able to enjoy more cultivation resources of the sect.

For example, primordial stones and elixirs, both of which are necessary for qi practitioners, if a large amount of primordial stones and elixirs can be obtained, it will definitely greatly increase the speed of cultivation.

In the final analysis, strength is determined by the realm of cultivation, but who doesn't want to have strong strength for any warrior?
……

Han Fang is obviously the host of the outer sect competition. The other elders of the outer sect came to sit in the bottom row of the north stand, but he jumped up and landed on the three-foot-high platform in the center of the arena. .

Changing from the laziness and sloppiness of the past, the old man now has his white hair combed neatly, and a white trousers trimmed with gold silk borders, which looks quite fairy-like.

He stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back, his eyes opened and closed, and he looked around the audience and said: "Old man Han Fang, this time the outer gate is big, and I will preside over it. I won't say much about the rules." , It is clearly written in black and white on the bulletin board."

After finishing speaking, he asked, "Are you all clear?"

"Clear."

Many outer disciples were full of spirit and responded loudly.

Han Fang nodded slightly, cleared his throat, and raised his voice: "Now, the competition is starting. Disciples who are confident and capable can go up to the ring and accept challenges from others."

shhhhhh...

As soon as the words fell, the nine figures seemed to rush out of the stands in all directions, each occupying a ring.

These people are dressed in flamboyant clothes and restrained, and they are all outstanding disciples of the outer sect.

For example, a tall and straight boy in white with a stern expression, he is the fastest and the first to step onto the ring.

Needless to say, this person must be Li Yunfei, the strongest in the outer sect.

The speed of the other eight people was about the same. Among them, Wang Man, Dong Liang, Zhou Kun, and Shi Yu were whom Yang Xuan had met and known, but the one who attracted Yang Xuan's attention the most was a woman.

The woman is fifteen or sixteen years old, with shawl hair, outstanding grace, and good looks. Of course, if you only look at the left side of her face, because on her right side cheek, a brown-red birthmark the size of half a palm is very eye-catching, which makes people feel a bit confused. Off-putting.

But such a woman who is born with flaws and has a cold and arrogant temperament is Mu Qingyu, a well-known genius girl in the outer sect, with strong combat power.

After glancing at Li Yunfei and others on the nine arenas, Han Fang said loudly, "There is another arena that is empty, why, no one dares to go on stage?"

While speaking, his eyes scanned the audience, and finally fell on Yang Xuan.

"The old man really thinks highly of me, but I'm about to go on stage."

The corners of Yang Xuan's mouth curled up slightly, without the slightest hesitation, his body soared into the air, like a roc spreading its wings, and landed steadily on the unmanned arena.

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingxue and the good sisters beside her cheered excitedly.

"Brother Yang, come on!"

"Senior Brother Yang Xuan is the best!"

As for the others, most of them were in a daze, as if they didn't expect Yang Xuan to be so powerful that he dared to treat more than 3000 outer disciples as nothing and monopolize a ring.

After a short period of silence, someone showed a sneer on his face: "This kid is crazy, he dared to go on stage, isn't he afraid of mobs attacking him?"

"If he was really scared, he wouldn't be on stage."

"It doesn't matter what he thinks, anyway, there will be a good show to watch, and I guess many people will challenge him one after another."

"Hey, that's right, Li Yunfei, Wang Man and others are all famous outsider geniuses, and their strength is obvious to all. Although Yang Xuan's strength has improved recently, it's nothing more than a stronger body. How strong is the real strength? I don't know either."

……

Sure enough, after a while, someone rushed to the ring where Yang Xuan was.

This is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in black with a very strong figure, especially his palms, with thick joints and full of calluses, it is obvious that this person is practicing palm kung fu.

Someone recognized the boy in black and immediately sneered and said, "Hey, it's actually Zhou Tong who breaks the heart, Yang Xuan will accept it."

"That's right, Zhou Tong is a well-known scumbag in our outer sect. He has practiced the family's unique art of destroying the heart, and whoever hits him will die."

"This statement is too decisive. Yang Xuan defeated Tie Feng anyway, and he also resisted twenty times the gravity of the inner disciple Bai Haitang. His body and body must be very strong, and the Heart Destroying Palm may not be able to hurt him."

"What do you know, the heart-destroying palm is not an ordinary combat technique, it is extremely sinister and vicious, no matter how strong your physical body is, the palm force can penetrate into your body and directly damage your internal organs."

"So scary!?"

"Of course, when Zhou Tong was still at the fourth level of the Body Tempering Realm half a year ago, he defeated a genius at the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm from our outer sect with the Heart Destroying Palm, and almost killed him."

……

Seeing that Zhou Tong was going to challenge Yang Xuan on the stage, Han Fang on the high stage didn't talk nonsense, and said loudly: "Okay, the competition begins."

Hearing this, neither Zhou Tong nor Yang Xuan was in a hurry to act.

Looking at each other for a moment, Zhou Tong was the first to speak, and said coldly: "Yang Xuan, I know that your strength has improved by leaps and bounds recently, but when you meet me, you can only stop here."

Yang Xuan felt amused, and shook his head lightly: "I started talking big before the war started, so I'm not afraid that the wind will flash my tongue."

"Draw your sword, if you don't draw your sword, you will have no chance."

Zhou Tong was very crazy and arrogant. He strode out. Although he didn't walk fast, every step he took, his aura became stronger and stronger. It was a very fierce evil spirit.

In his previous life, Yang Xuan was the murderous Demon Lord Shura, and he could tell at a glance that Zhou Tong had killed people, and he had killed many people.

"The outer sect is really full of talents. I didn't expect to meet such a ruthless person in the first battle!"

There was some emotion in his heart, but there was no trace of fear on Yang Xuan's face, and he didn't draw his sword at the same time, and said lightly: "To deal with you, fists are enough."

(End of this chapter)