Dragon Vein Supreme

Chapter 6 Martial Arts Tournament
Emperor is worthy of being the largest city of the Great Xia Dynasty. Within a year, all the houses were built, and it was a scene of prosperity. The accident a year ago seemed to have never happened.

Because Ye Liuyun was dressed in rags, no one was willing to pay attention to him, Ye Liuyun was also happy and at ease, walking on the road as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, Ye Liuyun saw a crowd of people in front of him, a large group of people gathered in front of a notice and watched, and out of curiosity, they also followed.

"The Great Xia Dynasty is going to hold an annual young talent contest? The outstanding ones can directly enter the Yunxiao Pavilion, one of the six major sects in the mainland, to practice?" Ye Liuyun's eyes suddenly lit up.

There are six sects in the mainland, each of which is the cradle of the sons of heaven, and Yunxiao Pavilion is one of them.

Ye Liuyun's sudden squeeze in made many people beside him upset, and when they turned their heads and found that the one who squeezed in was actually a beggar, they were even more angry from the bottom of their hearts.

"What's the use of you, a beggar, looking at this? Are you going to tell me that you are actually a monk? Hahahahaha..." A luxuriously dressed nobleman gave Ye Liuyun a disdainful look, and then covered his nose in disgust.It seemed that Ye Liuyun had such an unpleasant smell.

On the contrary, Ye Liuyun's skin was as white as jade without a trace of dirt except for his clothes being tattered. Not only did he not smell bad, but he also exuded a faint fragrance, which was all due to the dragon's blood.

It would be fine if Ye Liuyun was still the little beggar before. This kind of nobleman naturally hides as far away as possible, but his identity is different now. Ye Liuyun is a monk who has mastered the third level, and his strength is as good as the fifth level. Tier [-], how could such an untrained dude be comparable?

Ye Liuyun looked over with a smile, and the moment he saw the man's face, the smile suddenly froze on his face.Immediately afterwards, the two hanging hands clenched tightly, and angry flames burst out from the eyes.

……

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, two beggars cowered and hid in the corner of the wall. Suddenly, a dry steamed bun rolled over in the middle of the road. One of the old beggars picked it up quickly, turned his head and smiled at the little beggar and said, "Liuyun, here There is a piece of steamed bun, let me eat it!"

The smile on the old beggar's face was very innocent, he was just content with a small piece of dry steamed bun.

"Drive! Get out of the way for my son! Get out of the way!"

There was an arrogant and domineering shout, followed by a horse neighing, and the old beggar was knocked out by the horse before he could react, leaving a bloodstain in the snow, and the steamed bun flew well Far.

The little beggar's eyes widened, and he looked at the young master riding a horse in front of him in horror. The appearance of that man was deeply imprinted in his mind.

That old beggar is Ye Liuyun's most respected elder, and also the relative who raised Ye Liuyun!
Now that ten years have passed, the man's appearance still hasn't changed much, Ye Liuyun still recognized him at a glance.

"Hey hey..." Ye Liuyun smiled strangely, and slowly approached the noble young master, his lowered fists longed to clenched water, huge strength had already gathered in the fists, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

"What are you laughing at?" The noble young man gave Ye Liuyun a contemptuous look, flicked the dust off the brocade robe, and looked at Ye Liuyun with his nostrils upturned.

"You beggar, I really feel disgusted when I'm with you...Hurry up and disappear into my..." The voice stopped suddenly, and the boy's eyes widened, staring at the fist in his abdomen in disbelief. The huge force shattered the small intestine in the abdominal cavity.The originally arrogant and domineering voice immediately turned into a weak moan: "You... this... this..."

Ye Liuyun stared at the young man's eyes evilly, and the two of them pressed tightly together.Among the crowd, no one noticed that Ye Liuyun's fist had just been withdrawn from the young man's abdomen.The surge of people around them slowly staggered the two of them.

"Pfft..." The young man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes stared blankly at the front, his body went limp, his pupils dilated, and it seemed that he would not survive.

"Ah..." A scream resounded through the crowd, and then the crowd boiled, and there was no one to support the young master.He also fell to the ground.

"How does it feel?" Long Ling in Ye Liuyun teased.

"The feeling of mastering power is so wonderful!" Ye Liuyun was a little crazy, looking at his hands, and shouted in a low voice.

"This is just the beginning. Killing one person is a crime, but killing thousands of people is a hero! In the future, you will have this wonderful feeling!" Long Ling said softly.

"Next, what are you going to do?"

"I want to participate in the young talent contest held in this imperial capital, and then prepare to enter the Yunxiao Pavilion to practice!" Ye Liuyun said this, but he was actually a little selfish. He naturally wanted to meet Chu Xian'er, the fairy sister in his heart...

"Okay, with your strength, it shouldn't be difficult to enter their sect. Young talents are below the requirements. Even if those people are peerless geniuses, they can at most reach the sixth or seventh level of mastery. Don't worry, no matter what, you will have a place!" Long Ling said confidently.

a few days later.

At the gate of the imperial capital, there is a arena at the moment. There are ten arenas in total, and the way of fighting is adopted. The last ten people can be successfully taken away by the envoys of Yunxiao Pavilion.

There are several tables and chairs next to the ten arenas, which are obviously prepared for the proctors of the Great Xia Dynasty and the envoys of Yunxiao Pavilion, and the battle is in full swing on the arenas.

There is nothing here, as long as you are lower than that, you can fight, if you win, continue to wait for others to challenge you in the ring, until no one challenges you, you have won.

Ye Liuyun walked to the registration office and said, "I want to participate in this competition, I want to sign up!"

"Name, age!" the old man muttered with his head down without looking at him.

"Ye Liuyun, 15 years old this year!"

"Your license plate! Register it. You can challenge the masters of the ten arenas at will. As long as you can defeat the masters and keep the ring, you will be considered the winner. The winner will enter the Yunxiao Pavilion. Well, go!" The old man stopped writing, Throw a sign to Ye Liuyun, with the word "17" written on it.

Ye Liuyun nodded, took the sign, and walked towards the ring.

"Is there no stronger person to fight? It's not interesting at all! Hahaha..." Ye Liuyun was attracted by a wild laugh, and before he raised his head, he saw a figure being thrown off the stage, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, The body is like mud, obviously the bones of the whole body have been broken.

Ye Liuyun clicked his tongue secretly, this man is so cruel, it's just a competition, and he actually created such an endless scene.

"This is already the eighth one! Alas, Han Rui, the ghost hand, is not ordinary!"

"Of course, he has the strength! It is said that he has the strength to reach the fifth level, and this time he will definitely be one of the ten places!"

(End of this chapter)