Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

Sima Yu stood up, holding the long sword in his hand, with a look on his face that I want to take seriously, just when he was about to say something.

Yang Xuan suddenly made a vertical leap and jumped off the ring again.

This scene not only stunned the audience, Sima Yu's face was also slightly stunned, and then his face became gloomy, with a cold light in his eyes, dare to play me!

When has he been so underestimated by others, whoever comes up to face him doesn't look cautious.

Yang Xuan actually didn't think that much, he just thought of two questions when he got off the ring.

So he walked towards a middle-aged deacon next to the ring, who was sorting something on the table.

"Senior, I have two questions. I want to ask you for advice. Is it possible?"

Yang Xuan bowed his cupped hands respectfully to the other party.

Deacon put down what he was doing, looked up at Yang Xuan, with a faint smile on his face and said:

"Young man, what's the matter? Your ups and downs can make some people very popular."

Yang Xuan always felt that this deacon was a bit gloating, but when deacon said this, he also reacted and turned his head to look at the stage.

He found that Sima Yu was looking at him with a murderous look on his face, as if he wanted to eat himself alive. Do you think this is the case? Such a small thing, actually moved me to kill.

Yang Xuan didn't feel wrong either, Deacon was really happy with the results, and he was really upset with that guy in the stands.

What are they here for? To recruit genius disciples. You can't rely on yourself to be strong and kill everyone else.

Then they still recruit a fart, just recruit you alone? There is a requirement for the number of people they come out this time, and each level of genius must recruit enough people.

As long as he continues to fight like this, unless he meets someone who is stronger than him, or one will be disabled, then who would want to come to them.

Since Sect didn't expressly stipulate that you can't hurt or kill people, so before deacon, he only reminded Sima Yu, but the other party didn't listen, and he still went his own way. There was no way, in order not to mess with some invincible geniuses in the future. , he can only let it go.

After all, the person who lost to Sima Yu was just a stranger to him, and it was not worth adding hatred to himself for others.

To put it bluntly, deacons are in the sect, they are a group of people who have not reached the standard of geniuses and were dismissed.

In order to continue to rely on Sect and obtain training resources from within Sect, there is only another way to go, that is to do deacon, Outer Sect Elders, and do some errands.

Yang Xuan said respectfully: "senior, I just want to ask, how long is this game? It's impossible to play here all the time."

"Of course not. We have recruited enough people, so we will close."

"Before the number of recruits is enough, are we here to challenge non-stop? Then how to judge the ranking?"

"The ranking is determined by the number of people defeated. The person you beat, the people he defeated before, will also be counted in your number of people defeated."

"Isn't that why I have to count by myself?"

"Of course not. When you sign up, don't all those who pass the Talent test have an identity token issued by our Sect? It has information storage, Sect formation access credentials, Contribution Points records, and many other functions."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan took out the black iron token that was issued to him when he signed up.

I didn't see anything magical before, I thought it was just a simple identity token, so I didn't do much research, I didn't expect such an inconspicuous thing to have so many functions.

"You only care about the competition. We have our own special method to obtain accurate information about the number of people from your tokens."

"See what's written on the sign next to it?

The more the first-level challenges more than 10, the direct promotion to the inner discipline,

Challenge more than 10 people beyond two levels, and be directly promoted to core discipline.

Challenge more than 10 people at the third-level and be promoted to direct disciple. "

Deacon saw that Yang Xuan was still looking at the token, so he emphasized to Yang Xuan again.

"senior, I have seen it, thank you senior for clarifying the confusion!"

After Yang Xuan got the answer he wanted, he turned around and walked towards the ring, and went up to the back of the ring again.

Very politely said to Sima Yu cupped fist: "It is true that I did not think carefully about what happened just now, I hope..."

Whoosh!

Sima Yu's figure disappeared in place, and then a long sword appeared above Yang Xuan's head, slashing at him with a fierce killing aura!

"Go to hell!"

Sima Yu sternly shouted, and did not give Yang Xuan a chance to speak at all. His self-esteem was deeply hurt by that kind of ignorance. Only he despises others, and others despise him. He will never allow it.

"Indulge!"

Yang Xuan disappeared in place, and appeared at the position where Sima Yu was standing just now.

"Since you want to fight so much, I will help you."

the voice fell,

Yang Xuan disappeared in the same place, and when he reappeared, Sima Yu found a big foot descending from the sky, and it magnified extremely quickly in his eyes, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Peng!

Yang Xuan's big feet covered his face firmly,

Ka Ka... Ka

There was a sound of broken nose bones, and Sima Yu's entire body fell to the ground, especially after his head hit the ground, the entire ring formation seemed to shake three times.

Then his body quickly slid out of the ring, and was thrown towards the bottom of the ring.

A group of geniuses were shocked,

"What did I see? A move?"

"That's right, it's unbelievable that Sima Yu was eliminated with one move."

"How is this possible? Sima Yu is someone who is at the peak of Guiyuan's early stage and is about to enter the middle stage."

"That's right, he's one of the highest-level figures in the early stage ring."

"A dark horse appears, so what, this time I must get the first place."

"It seems that it is time for us to show up."

"Sima Yu is a fart, my mother can also kick him away."

 …

The appearance of Yang Xuan is like a signal of a true arrogance contest, the dark tide is surging, eager to try.

Just like this one on the stage now, she is enchanting and charming, her beautiful legs like white jade are looming under the skirt fluttering in the wind,

Now Yang Xuan felt his whole body was boiling, his fighting spirit was high, and he felt like he could beat ten owns by himself.

Um? It seemed that something flowed over Own's lips, and he subconsciously wiped it with his hand. After wiping it, he found blood on his hand.

"I haven't started the fight yet, the blood is all on it."

It seems that the battle must be ended as soon as possible, and if he continues to stand like this, he is worried that he will become anemic soon.

So, Yang Xuan wiped his nosebleeds and said to the demon girl opposite: "I said, sister, let's stop sticking around like this, the weather is so hot, why don't you exercise earlier and end earlier?"

The other party looked up at the sky in amazement, and looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously. It was so overcast that it was almost snowing, so it was so hot.

"Okay, my wife will play with you."

[Sorry everyone, I’m posting a chapter first. A bug flew into my ear last night. I worked on it all night, and it didn’t come out until three o’clock in the morning. There is another chapter that must be published at noon. 】