Wow...
The nearly 4,000 direct descendants of the Yang family were all stunned for a moment. In the second of the four battles, the result was unexpected. Yang Chuan actually defeated Yang Jinghu and won the victory!
Someone from the junior generation has reached the finals of the clan competition. This seems to be an unprecedented thing, but this time Yang Chuan did it! Of course, Yang Chuan relied on the third trump card prepared by Yu Wenlei, the missing gun!
Yang Chuan's unexpected blow just now, if it were a real life and death battle, he could definitely take Yang Jinghu's life. On the high platform, the powerful high-level spiritual kings shook their heads and sighed, and even Yang Wuba's expression changed slightly.
"How did he do that……"
At some point, Ouyang Yu, the owner of the Soul Building in the guest area, stood up from his seat. He stared at the silver spear, but he was puzzled.
Only Yu Wenlei can do this kind of thing. Combining spiritual weapons requires extremely strict control over the refining talent and mental power. Not to mention Ouyang Yu, even a three-line weapon refining master who specializes in weapon refining is also It can't be done.
However, Yu Wenlei did it, and the two spiritual weapons truly merged into one without any rejection. Of course, this process took him a lot of time to try.
"Win! Brother Chuan won..."
"Brother Chuan is mighty! The head coach is mighty!"
On the sidelines of the martial arts performance, Yang Chuan and Yu Wenlei were surrounded by more than a thousand people, and there was a burst of shouts and joy. In contrast, He Rui's bitter face and the juniors of his direct lineage were extremely depressed. …
"Okay! Okay! Please be quiet! The clan competition isn't over yet!"
After a long time, Yang Wuzhong scolded him. Although he was scolding, his tone was more cheerful. His eyes fell on Yu Wenlei. Thinking of Yu Wenlei's fighting power in Nandou Pavilion, he became more and more concerned about him. It’s so elusive. After thinking about it, I can only use the word ‘monster’ to describe it...
The sun was setting over the west mountain, and the sun had already set more than half way down. The Yang family had reached the finals, with Yang Chuan facing off against the Ice Fairy Yang Qinbing. In this battle, Yu Wenlei encouraged Yang Chuan to just abstain...
There is no way, after all, the gap is too big, even the training effect cannot be achieved. Moreover, this girl Yang Qinbing will get angry if she is not protected, and she does not know the importance of her actions. If Yang Chuan falls for no reason If you are seriously injured, it will be a big loss!
"This girl is not something you can handle. Go ahead and admit defeat. The so-called man can bend and stretch, so he can bear it!" Yu Wenlei awkwardly patted Yang Chuan on the shoulder. In fact, he didn't say it because he was worried that Yang Qinbing would suddenly have a whim. It's not worth it for him to anger Yang Chuan like Yang Lin did before...
"Yes, Chief Coach!"
Yang Chuan had no objection. After the battle just now, the final was nothing to watch. Yang Chuan even shouted to admit defeat as soon as he came up. Yang Qinbing didn't even have a chance to make a move, so she turned around and faced her face. Yu Wenlei glared in annoyance...
Ahem...
Yu Wenlei responded with two dry coughs.
At this point, after a whole day, the Yang family competition finally ended. Yang Wuba personally announced the final ranking and gave generous rewards to the top ten.
Yang Chuan ranked second and gained a considerable amount of resources. In addition, Yang Yong and Yang Cheng were among the top ten junior juniors, and they also gained something.
In the end, Yang Wuba's eyes fell on Yu Wenlei, with a slightly complicated expression. Everyone present knew that if the Yang family rewards based on merit, the person who should be rewarded the most is Yu Wenlei! With his own efforts, he trained for more than four months and led the juniors to successfully counterattack. Who else can do this?
It should be noted that during Yu Wenlei's training, the spiritual weapons and elixirs he paid were roughly estimated to be worth four to five million spiritual stones. If the Yang family is too stingy this time, it will inevitably be criticized.
The majestic and intimidating Yang Wuba stood up slowly. He seemed to have thought about it. However, just when he was about to speak, a figure quickly came from a distance!
"Um?"
A rare smile suddenly appeared on Yang Wuba's solemn face. The visitor was none other than his eldest son Yang Jingjiang, who had been away for a year to experience and finally came back...
"Cousin, you're back!"
Even Yang Jinghu, who was injured and looked haggard, became cheerful and cheered up. He called Yang Jingjiang's cousin, but as soon as he got excited, the severe pain in his chest immediately started to attack again. Suddenly, he covered his chest with his hands. He coughed several times, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
I saw a young man in black robes standing suddenly in front of people, as if accompanied by a strong wind blowing by, showing an unpredictable appearance.
"Jinghu? What's wrong with you?"
Yang Jingjiang frowned slightly. In the past, Yang Jinghu had always been taken care of by him in the Yang family. Of course it was smooth sailing, but even if he left for a year, who else in the Yang family would dare to hurt Yang Jinghu?
Hearing this, Yang Jinghu narrated the story in an aggrieved manner. During this period, he hesitated and found it difficult to speak. After all, he lost to a side clan in the clan competition and his face was really shameful.
"Huh? Jinghu, it seems that you are usually too lax, and you would actually lose to a mere collateral line..." Yang Jingjiang shook his head slightly, and when he mentioned the word collateral line, he was full of disdain.
"you……"
Among the juniors of the collateral line, Yang Yong was furious. He was about to speak out, but was stopped by Yang Chuan. As the number one junior of the collateral line, Yang Chuan naturally knew how terrifying General Yang Jing was. This person should not be provoked. of.
However, Yang Chuan forgot one thing. Today is different from the past. Now the head coach of the subordinate junior is Da Dao Yu Wen Lei! Yu Wenlei is standing in the team of juniors, will he be afraid of General Yang Jing? Can he bear it?
Obviously, let him endure it? The other party doesn't have that strength yet.
"That... man in the black coat, who are you?" Yu Wenlei said calmly. As soon as the words spread, many people's hearts skipped a beat. The most influential person in their Yang family was ranked in Western Xinjiang a year ago. The eighty-fifth on the rising dragon list, but now, in Yu Wenlei's mouth, he is just a man in a black coat...
"Where did you come from, kid, are you looking for death?" Yang Jing turned around, his black coat moving automatically, as if he could control the life and death of a junior in a single thought.
"General Jing, please be patient. He is the new head coach of the Yang family, Dadao Yu Wenlei." At this time, an old man on the high platform reminded him that he was Yang Jing's uncle. Naturally, he did not want to see Yang Jing. We are about to hit a wall, especially since there are many guests from Yangcheng here today.
"Oh? Are you Da Dao Yu Wen Lei? Are you coming to the Yang family to be the head coach?" Yang Jinghu was slightly surprised, with a hint of something different in his tone, as if he already regarded Yu Wen Lei as a poor and destitute person. The casual cultivator.
"Yes, speaking of which, you can be considered my employer. How about it? Do you feel very happy?" Yu Wenlei said nonchalantly, chatting and laughing like this, judging from the magnanimity of the two people alone.
"Hmph, I'm just a member of a small sect. I don't believe the rumors are true. It just so happens that I have been practicing hard for a year, so I will use you to test the results of my practice..."
After saying this, Yang Jingjiang's face became increasingly colder, and then, an astonishing aura swept over him. There was a hint of murderous aura that had been tempered on the edge of life and death. (To be continued.)
