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Chapter 35 Who else is dissatisfied?
For a moment, all eyes fell on him.

Zhao Li has always been an exemplary existence among the sons of the feudal princes. Because of his family background, he is very crazy in southern Xinjiang, but at the same time he also has the capital to be crazy!
Not only does he have a family background, but he is also extremely hardworking in his practice, unlike the rest of the world, who spend three days fishing and two days drying the net, and are greedy for fun.

Therefore, at the age of only 21, he has already reached the terrifying ninth level of Tibetan origin. Among his peers in the Tianhuo Dynasty, he dare not say that he is number one, but he is definitely in the top row. Moreover, he has a burly figure, a rough face, and looks oppressive. full.

"You, dare to fight me fairly?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the boy opposite.

Jian Feiyang replied lightly: "Why don't you dare? Besides, when have I been unfair?"

"That's not true, but who can guarantee that if you lose, that old man won't help you?"

"Just don't worry about this. I'm here for training, and I will definitely not let the master take action. Besides, none of you here are qualified to threaten me."

Jian Feiyang's eyes were full of pride.

But all the noble children of the dynasty, hearing his contemptuous words, were all furious.

Zhao Li also had a gloomy face, and said: "You are not old, and your tone is not young, I will try today, are you a kid from the dynasty, are you really as powerful as you boast!"

"drink!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Li rushed up like a wild horse, and when Jian Feiyang was approaching, his hind legs suddenly stopped, his body turned around, and his front legs were thrown out like a sweeping army.

This kick was so strong that even the spectators could feel it. If it hit someone, let alone a person, even a donkey would be killed on the spot.

But who would have imagined that Jian Feiyang, facing such a domineering kick, not only did not have the idea of ​​avoiding his sharpness, but instead made a posture to overwhelm Kunlun, he directly stretched out with one hand, grabbed Zhao Li's toes, and moved a little to the side, Another fist hit his calf.

With a bang, everyone heard a bone cracking sound, and Zhao Li's face became distorted in an instant.

But Jian Feiyang's offensive was far more than that. After breaking Zhao Li's leg bone with a punch, he also kicked back, and at the same time let go of the hand that grabbed the opponent's toe, and only heard a bang, and Zhao Li was kicked. Flying more than 30 meters, he hit the wall directly from the high platform, spurting blood on the spot.

From his shot to his defeat, it sounds like there were a lot of tedious moves, but in fact they all happened in just a dozen seconds, so that everyone in the field didn't react, and everyone opened their mouths, dumbfounded.

It was Chen Ansheng who reminded me lightly, "Your eldest son in southern Xinjiang was beaten to the ground, why don't you help him up?"

"Oh...quick, hurry up and see if His Highness is okay."

The two men and one woman reacted instantly and rushed over in a hurry.

Chen Ansheng patted Princess Qingling on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "That guy seems to be about the same age as you, right? Are you as good as him?"

"This..." Princess Qingling bit her lip, hesitated for a while, and replied honestly: "No."

"Then you can't do it? You are said to be a genius, but I thought you were very good." Chen Ansheng curled his lips.

Princess Qingling said angrily: "Then you go fight? See if you can beat it!"

"I dont go."

"..."

Zhao Li's instant defeat undoubtedly made all the dignitaries in the arena extremely disheartened.

After all, he is different from Liu Lin. He is a well-recognized master among the younger generation. In a dynasty with scarce resources for cultivating immortals, it is not easy for him to set foot in the Ninth Layer of Tibetan Origin at the age of 21. But it is such a young master who, in the face of It is a pity that when a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old failed miserably in one move.

Jian Feiyang, who had eliminated his opponent with one move for two consecutive rounds, stood on the high platform like a dazzling pearl. He looked around the seats on three sides. He was obviously a young man, but he overwhelmed the rich and powerful present and dared not look at each other.

"But there are still people who dare to fight with me?"

He spoke lightly, his tone extremely conceited.

The children of the rich and powerful looked at me and I looked at you, and they all showed embarrassment.

Seeing this, Jian Feiyang couldn't help frowning and said: "I thought that the Tianhuo Dynasty, which has rectified the local rivers and lakes, is a place where outstanding individuals come out. Thanks to my painstaking efforts to gather you here, why are you all mobs? It's boring, it's really boring."

"You, who do you say is the mob?"

There is a son who is angry and scolds in anger.

Jian Feiyang sneered and said: "Of course I mean you, don't you agree? Do you dare to come up and fight with me?"

"you……"

When he said this, that prince's face suddenly turned ugly. The other party's strength had been fully demonstrated just now, and even Zhao Li was defeated miserably. How could the rest of the princes dare to go up?

However, just when the whole room was sighing with regret, a person in the front seat on the east side suddenly stood up.

"I'll fight you!"

The eldest prince Zhao Xiuyuan opened his mouth lightly, tapped the ground with his foot, and jumped directly from the seat to the high platform.

With his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttered, and his momentum was extraordinary.

Someone in the seat immediately exclaimed, "Then... is that the First Prince?"

"He's here too, I didn't notice it before!"

"It's all right now, with the eldest prince here, how can a junior from another country act wild?"

The appearance of Zhao Xiuyuan seemed to give the audience a shot in the arm, making everyone hopeful.

Chen Ansheng, who was in the last row, frowned slightly, looking at the prince who had grievances with him when he was young, his eyes flashed complicated, and he asked Princess Qingling: "How does your brother compare to you?"

"Far better than me!" Princess Qingling replied without hesitation.

Hearing this, Chen Ansheng couldn't help but have a strange expression, "Don't they all say you are a genius? Why is this not as good as this, and that is not as good as that?"

Princess Qingling rolled his eyes at him, "Brother Huang is 23 this year, and I'm only sixteen, so why not he is normal? To compare by age, at my age, he has not reached the eighth level of Zangyuan!"

"Oh...that's it." Chen Ansheng nodded, and suddenly asked curiously, "Do you know what level that guy is in now?"

Princess Qingling hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Before I came to Beiliang, Brother Huang had already broken through to Congealing Pill!"

"Ningdan?"

Hearing these words, Chen Ansheng couldn't help but look a little dignified. Although Zhao Li was only one step away from Ning Dan, the gap in this step was extremely huge.

On the high platform, Zhao Xiuyuan's appearance finally aroused Jian Feiyang's interest, "Isn't it the eldest prince of the Tianhuo Dynasty? It seems that you should be the strongest of the younger generation. In front of the dignitaries of your dynasty, I will definitely defeat you." very funny!"

"You are still in the realm of Tibetan origin, is it possible to defeat me?" Zhao Xiuyuan shook his head disdainfully.

Jian Feiyang sneered and said, "Try it and you'll know!"

After finishing speaking, this time he chose to take the initiative to attack. If Liu Lin was like a tiger like a leopard, and Zhao Li was like a wild horse, then Jian Feiyang's attack could be described as lightning-fast.

When Zhao Xiuyuan saw the other party's fist, his face couldn't help but a look of amazement flashed across his face. He never expected that this young man who was only in the Hidden Origin Realm could be so fast. Nor will I be afraid.

Facing that menacing punch, he did not retreat, and punched back with the same punch.

With a bang, the two stepped back a few steps each.

But no one gasped, almost in the next second, they collided again.

Some of the mediocre young masters on the seats could only see the two fighting fiercely, and they didn't know exactly how many punches and kicks they had thrown.

The fierce competition on the high platform always affects everyone's nervous mood.

Suddenly, after Zhao Xiuyuan punched, there was a volley leap, Jian Feiyang reacted, and carried it with both arms, but who would have thought that Zhao Xiuyuan stepped on both feet, and the power of congealing pills burst out instantly, even under those feet A layer of spiritual energy erupted.

With a bang, Jian Feiyang was directly kicked out, and the audience erupted instantly, but just when they thought that Jian Feiyang was about to fall to the high platform and lose, he flew upside down in the air, using his two fingers to borrow strength, and he was born alive. At the edge of the high platform, he jumped back again.

Zhao Xiuyuan frowned slightly, but he was not shocked, and said lightly: "I have already entered Congealing Pill, you cannot be my opponent."

"Not always."

The corner of Jian Feiyang's mouth curled into a sneer, his right hand suddenly touched the ring on his left hand, and a blue light sword was taken out from the storage ring.

Seeing this, the people in the seat all said angrily: "What do you mean? If you can't beat them, you will use your weapons?"

Jian Feiyang glanced at him, "Have you ever heard that weapons are not allowed in martial arts competitions? Could it be that martial arts competitions in your country are all playing tricks?"

"you!"

The people at the seat were speechless at his words.

Jian Feiyang looked at Zhao Xiuyuan again, and said, "I'm using Tibetan origin to fight Ningdan, using a weapon, isn't it too much?"

"Whatever you want, anyway, your defeat is inevitable."

Zhao Xiuyuan said in a very confident tone.

"Okay!" Jian Feiyang smiled, narrowed his eyes suddenly, and said coldly: "I only use one sword, watch it!"

When the words fell, the blue light sword in his hand had already been struck, leaving only an afterimage on the spot.

Zhao Xiuyuan suddenly felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, he yelled in his heart that it was not good, he hurriedly poured his spiritual energy into his fists, and then rushed forward.

However, in the next moment, a unparalleled blue light lit up in front of his eyes, and he could vaguely see that there were sword shadows in front of him.

When the sword shadow disappeared, Jian Feiyang kicked his chest, and everyone heard a bang, and he was kicked out, just like Zhao Li before, from the high platform to the wall below the platform.

He fell to the ground, spewed a mouthful of blood, and looked at the sleeves of his hands in disbelief. His sleeves were still there, but they had turned into strands and tatters.

And Jian Feiyang's sarcastic voice also sounded at the right time, "Under my sword, the so-called condensed pill is nothing more than that."

"puff……"

Zhao Xiuyuan was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his face turned pale.

Jian Feiyang stopped looking at him, raised his head and looked around the seats on three sides, and shouted proudly, "The strongest of you have already been defeated, is there anyone who refuses to accept it?"

The audience was silent and no one answered.

The corner of his mouth curled into a sneer, mercilessly, and sneered, "A bunch of trash!"

"Huh...huh..."

All the arrogant young masters breathed heavily.

And those big officials in the frontier, the richest man in the region, also bowed their heads in shame.

The sister and brother Qian Jin of the organizer also looked extremely ugly. They never expected that the situation would develop into this situation.

It was originally a grand auction, but it turned into a wanton humiliation of the country by a young genius from the Northern Ming Dynasty.

"Could it be that the gap between dynasty and dynasty is really that big?"

"There are so many people here, but none of them are the young opponents. How sad? How terrible?"

"Hey……"

There are seats on three sides, and there are helpless sighs everywhere.

However, just when everyone was discouraged, Chen Ansheng, who had been sitting in the last row indifferently, suddenly spoke.

"Is there anyone else going? If not, then I will go!"

(End of this chapter)