"I, Yu Wenlei, do not rely on the cultivation of some sect forces. I always only rely on myself!"
The faint words spread, and the fourth master of the Yang family was speechless for a moment when he heard the words. He looked at the junior in front of him and suddenly felt at a loss. It seemed that the task assigned to him by the head of the family, Yang Wuba, had definitely failed. The real evildoer. You definitely have your own pride, how can you buy it off with just an olive branch?
Behind Fourth Master Yang, Seventh Master Yang Wuzhong nodded secretly. Obviously, he had a high regard for Yu Wenlei. This kind of calm nature and self-improvement attitude are common among the younger generations of the Yang family. Who can compare?
Along the way of spiritual practice, talent may be important, but character and perseverance are also indispensable. In the end, Fourth Master Yang was helpless and could only shake his head helplessly and let Yu Wenlei continue to serve as the head coach.
Afterwards, the three senior executives of the Yang family retreated, presumably to report back to Yang Wuba. Seeing this, Yu Wenlei secretly said it was a fluke. Fortunately, his whereabouts are now known to everyone. Even Nandou Pavilion knows his existence. Soon the entire Western Xinjiang will know that he is working in the Yang family. The Yang family should not dare to Chaos.
Sure enough, for several days, no senior members of the Yang family came forward to look for him again. Yuwen Lei returned to his peaceful days, but the outside world was like a pot exploding. Many warriors from all over Western Xinjiang were talking about Yu Wen Lei after dinner, especially In Yangcheng of the Apocalypse Dynasty, Yu Wenlei's name was as loud as thunder.
"What a great guy, Yu Wen Lei, the great sword, was able to fight against Du En and only lost one move."
"The Yang family has really found a treasure this time, recruiting such a monster..."
"It's not obvious that Yu Wenlei is from the Qijue Sect of the Great Feng Dynasty..."
"A great feudal dynasty? Such a person can be born in a wilderness..."
As the person involved, Yu Wenlei was practicing hard in isolation. He traveled back and forth between Yang Mansion and Shenshan every day. Gradually, after the enthusiasm subsided, the small disturbance caused by Yu Wenlei in Western Xinjiang also subsided.
Time flies by, and three months pass by in a flash, and finally it is the end of the year. After the New Year, Yu Wenlei will be twenty-one years old.
Today is the day of the clan competition for the younger generations of the Yang family. In the early morning, more than 1,800 figures in the Thorny Mountains closed their eyes and breathed. The cold wind blew. They resisted the bone-deep cold and were recharging their energy.
Under Yu Wenlei's hard training for more than four months, each of these juniors has changed. Although they cannot be said to be completely different from each other, they have undoubtedly lost their former tenderness, and their faces have gained a look of vicissitudes of life and perseverance.
The early sun rises, and the light penetrates the dense branches and leaves in the forest and falls down. Yu Wenlei, who was sitting quietly at the front, slowly opened his eyes. He gathered the pure spiritual power in his body and exhaled slightly.
At the peak of the sixth level of the Ling Gang Realm, his spiritual power had been saturated a few days ago, but he had not yet felt the bottleneck. As his cultivation level improved, and at the later stage of the Ling Gang Realm, even he could no longer rely on absorbing pills to easily break through.
"Set off!"
Yu Wenlei shouted loudly, and more than a thousand Yang family juniors stood up together, flying through the jungle in groups, stepping on the morning dew, and returned to Yang City.
In the Yang Mansion, today is a big day for clan competitions. There is an endless stream of people coming and going at the door of the mansion, which is quite lively. Many people in the mansion are busy. A high platform has been set up in the huge martial arts arena. Those who can sit on this high platform are all the real senior members of the Yang family.
On both sides of the high platform, there is a guest area, which is enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. In the giant city of Yangcheng, in addition to the Yang family, there are still many other forces rooted here.
He was getting higher and higher, but it was still too early at this moment, and the guest area was almost full. In the martial arts arena, nearly 4,000 Yang family juniors were leisurely and contented, as if they were waiting to show off their skills.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment, more than 1,800 other juniors also arrived at the martial arts arena. The leader was Yu Wenlei, wearing a gray robe and carrying a broadsword on his back.
Facing Yu Wenlei's gaze, the direct descendants avoided looking at each other and did not dare to look at each other. Even their head coach He Rui showed a complicated look when he saw Yu Wenlei.
More than four months ago, He Rui fought with Yu Wen Lei and still had a slight advantage. But now, after hearing about Yu Wen Lei's ferocious deeds, he no longer dared to fight with him.
Cough cough cough…
He Rui coughed a few times, and these direct descendants suddenly regained their composure, and immediately restored their morale. Today was a clan competition among the younger generations of the Yang family. No matter how strong Yu Wenlei was personally, he could not participate in the clan competition in person, so it would not help.
"Huh? The one in gray robe is Da Dao Yu Wen Lei?"
Suddenly, in the guest area on the left, an old man sitting in the front row spoke softly, and a person walked up next to him, "Yes, Mr. Ouyang, this person is the one who has come to buy frequently in the past three months. Refining materials and Yuwen Lei who sells enchanted spiritual weapons."
It turns out that this old man is the owner of the Yangcheng Soul Building, named Ouyang Yu. As the owner of a second-level building, his spiritual power has reached the late stage of the second-level soul realm, and his strength is enough to compete with high-level spiritual kings.
"A rare young man. He reached the fifteenth place on the Western Territory Dragon Ranking at such a young age. He also practiced formations and weapon refining. He is really a monster. Deputy Building Master, next time this little guy comes to the Soul Building, Bring him to see me."
"Yes, Mr. Ouyang."
…
Soon, the guest areas on both sides of the martial arts arena were completely full, bustling with people, and with a rapid sound breaking through the air, the entire martial arts arena fell silent in an instant.
I saw an old man with a menacing look on his brows, calm and confident, flying through the air and landing in the middle of the high platform. Seeing this person, the guests on both sides stood up and saluted him.
"Meet Master Yang."
The visitor was clearly Yang Wuba, the head of the Yang family, and after him, several more people came from the air and stepped onto the high platform. These people were all high-ranking figures in the Yang family. The cultivation of high-level spiritual kings was shocking. one party.
"Thank you everyone from Yangcheng for coming to support me. Today is my annual family competition for the younger generation of the Yang family. I hope you will give me your advice! Please sit back..."
As soon as Yang Wuba finished speaking, the clan competition officially began. The host of the clan competition was actually the seventh master, Yang Wuzhong. Seeing this, Yu Wenlei muttered secretly, with a strange look on his face.
In the Yang family, why is it always Yang Wuzhong's turn to do such trivial matters? It seemed that Yang Wuzhong didn't look like a senior member of the Yang family at all, but more like an errand boy.
First of all, Yang Wuzhong promulgated several rules, which were nothing more than strictly prohibiting killing, seriously injuring and maiming, etc. The venue for the clan competition is on the martial arts field. An area with a radius of several thousand feet has already been marked. This is the battlefield!
Next, the juniors will sign up voluntarily. On this occasion, anyone who is a little competitive will sign up for a battle. Even if they lose, they must try their best to show themselves in the eyes of the family's senior officials.
Half an hour later, registration closed. There were more than 2,000 people participating in the clan competition, almost all of whom were above the fifth level of the Lingyuan realm. Of course, more than 70% of them were direct descendants.
Seeing the number of people who signed up, He Rui couldn't help but secretly rejoice, and turned around to look at Yu Wenlei with a half-smile. However, Yu Wenlei simply ignored him. He didn't care. The small number of people was his inherent disadvantage, but he had tried his best. The next battle could only be fought by the Yang family's juniors...
"Yang Chuan, Yang Cheng, Yang Yong, Yang Lin, Yang Ying, after four months of hard training and countless life and death fights, today is the time to witness the results. Your talents will never be inferior to those of your direct descendants. Defeat them. ,prove yourself!"
"Yes, Chief Coach!" (To be continued.)
