sun devour

Chapter 13

"Wow... that boy seems to be concentrating his spiritual skills..." Everyone in the square looked at the growing flames in the boy's hand and exclaimed.

"Using spiritual skills is really unfair to that boy!" Someone said angrily.

"You have too little experience. Is there absolute fairness in this world? Spiritual skills are also part of someone's strength!"

But Yu Xiaojie twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he already had two kinds of spiritual skills...

"Drink! Exploding Flame Fist!" The young man shouted loudly, stepped on his feet, jumped up and raised his fist, and blasted at Yu Xiaojie with a ball of fire.

"Stone Crusher!"

"Bang!" The two fists, in the astonished eyes of everyone, shone with different lights, collided with each other, bursting with momentum, blowing up dust in the sky.

"Dengdeng...deng..."

Yu Xiaojie retreated five steps in a row, and the boy was even more unbearable. He even retreated to the edge of the ring before stopping. Spiritual skills.

"You..." The young man was stunned, speechless.

"En." Yu Xiaojie smiled slightly and nodded towards him. The young man was helpless, with a bitter face, turned around and jumped off the stage.

"The second match!" Xiang Feiyu's voice sounded.

The two teenagers in the first scene earned everyone's attention. No one could have imagined that Yu Xiaojie, who was wearing coarse cloth, also mastered a magic skill. Amid the exclamation of everyone, Yu Xiaojie also jumped off the stage Come, because he wants to give up the ring for others to continue.

Seeing Yu Xiaojie coming down, the boy walked over with a resentful expression...

"Monster, get to know me, my name is Wang Bangkai."

"Uh...Yu Xiaojie." Yu Xiaojie's complexion turned dark, obviously not worthy of Xiao Wang Bangkai's nickname.

"I'm fifteen."

"Thirteen."

"Forget it, don't you just ask for discomfort when compared with you?" Hearing this, Wang Bangkai looked up to the sky and sighed, with a lonely expression, causing Yu Xiaojie to roll his eyes.

The competition continued, but after the match between Yu Xiaojie and Wang Bangkai, the other four matches were much inferior.

In the arena, this was already the last match. The two teenagers, both dressed in coarse cloth, were so conspicuous standing on the stage, which made all the boys in silk clothes blush.

"Then let's get started!"

The two figures moved as soon as Xiang Feiyu's words fell, and Yu Xiaojie also looked solemn. He had seen every competition of this young man, and he won with one punch. Come.

"Bang! Bang!"

Hands and feet fluttered, turned into afterimages, and within a breath, they were punched several times, and all of them were punches with spiritual skills.

"boom!"

They punched each other again, the two figures staggered, and the two teenagers stood facing each other.

"You are very good, but first, it's mine!" The dark-skinned boy spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse, perhaps because he didn't speak often.

"Really?" Yu Xiaojie's eyes were even brighter, the blood in his body flowed faster, and the light spots in his blood vessels also started to work, which made him exude an inexplicable aura, which made his chest feel tight.

"Ningjin Jue!" The young man shouted loudly, and there was a white glow in his eyes.

"Pong!"

There was a sharp light on the boy's arm, which was a bit dazzling.

"Ninth-level pulse-pulsing spirit!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Hiss...such a young ninth-level spirit..."

"I don't think so, it should be because of the boy's special skills..."

"Ninth-level spirit?" Feeling the power from his blood, Yu Xiaojie didn't panic, on the contrary, he threw himself forward, raised his palm and slashed.

"Splitting Mountain Palm!"

"Burning Gold Fist!" The two fists smashed together, "Peng!" Two figures flew upside down.

"Drink!" Yu Xiaojie kicked his foot and shouted loudly, clenched his left hand into a fist, and turned his right hand into a palm, pushing towards the boy.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

It has been seen that the young man used a special skill to raise to the level of a ninth-level spirit. Naturally, his strength cannot be maintained all the time. In the end, his face turned pale and he was kicked off the stage by Yu Xiaojie.

"Okay! Sure enough, heroes are born from youth!" Yi Potian, who was in the first place, stood up and applauded loudly.

The crowd also boiled in an instant, and everyone looked very excited. Witnessing the derivation of genius was also a great blessing for them.

"Then our champion has come out, that is the boy on the stage, he will get ten spirit pills provided by the four major families!" Xiang Feiyu was also a little excited, a 13-year-old ninth-level spirit is too rare, at least He had never heard of anyone with such talent.

"Little guy, come up and get it."

"Not bad, not bad!" Looking at Yu Xiaojie, who was standing tall in front of him, Xiang Feiyu was full of praise, and what he said made Yu Xiaojie feel unnatural.

The patriarchs of the four major families are also shining, looking at Yu Xiaojie is like looking at a rare treasure. If it weren't for Yi Potianzuo, they would have stepped forward to win him over.

Dressed in rough clothes, the 13-year-old boy from the mountain village stood on the high platform and received the once-in-a-decade honor.

"Haha! Good! Little guy, are you willing to go to Wufeng Mountain to practice with me?" Yi Potian walked over with a happy face and asked Xiaojie.

"En..." Yu Xiaojie frowned, which made it really difficult for him to choose.

"En? Is there something wrong?" Yi Potian was stunned for a moment, a little astonished. He thought that Yu Xiaojie would happily agree, but who knew that Yu Xiaojie still hesitated. He couldn't help doubting: "Could it be Is there anything more important than being able to go to Wufeng Mountain?"

"Senior, because the wishes of the elders in the family have not been fulfilled, I cannot go with you. Please forgive me."

Yu Xiaojie's crisp voice sounded, and the audience was silent. They all looked at him in astonishment. He refused the thing that others couldn't ask for. Could it be that he didn't know the reputation of Wufeng Mountain?
"Uh..." Yi Potian was choked suddenly, looked at the young man in front of him in amazement, and then asked, "What wish, I will help you achieve it!" It would not be too stupid not to catch such a good seed up...

Yu Xiaojie's eyes lit up, and he walked towards the head of the Yu family...

Yu Huasong looked at Yu Xiaojie approaching in surprise, not understanding what he meant.

"My surname is Yu, and I'm Yu Huarong's grandson!" Looking at the old man who looked somewhat similar to Yu Huarong in front of him, Yu Xiaojie said respectfully.

"What! You are a descendant of Brother Rong!" Yu Huasong stood up with a "huh", his expression was a little excited, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Your grandfather, is he okay?"

"Grandpa is fine."

"That's good... That's good. What happened back then wasn't all his fault... He carried it alone..." Yu Huasong glared angrily at the head of the Yan family.

(End of this chapter)