Yang Xingyong

Style: Heros Author: BenxuanWords: 2421Update Time: 24/01/19 01:04:18
Among martial artists, the short fight is undoubtedly the most basic test of basic reactions and the most proof of martial arts skills.

The cultivators of Sanshan City leaped over the mountains as if they were on the flat ground from a young age, fighting lions and killing tigers, which is naturally impressive. Although the bunt is his dangerous shot, it is also somewhat certain.

However, the Four Spirit Body Refining Techniques practiced by Jiang Wang were completed by the military master's unique skills and the Taixu Illusion Stage. At the current stage, it is a first-class body training method.

Jiang Wang's body was full of muscles. Although it was not better than steel, it was not far behind. The majestic energy and blood are dormant in every muscle. It is usually not seen on a large scale, but on an occasion like today, it explodes with unprecedented vigor!

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Punches and kicks, knees and elbows.

The two fists faced each other, making a sound like a drum.

Such pure intensity of fists and kicks was something Jiang Wangzhi had never seen before. In such a battle, he felt that the Four Spirits Body Refining Technique gradually integrated into his body. Although he had practiced hard before, he was born in a Taoist monastery and did not understand what real body training was.

In such a direct collision, he felt that his energy and blood were fuller, his physical body felt more powerful, his Dao Yuan felt more lively, and he also felt that... his opponent's power was gradually weakening.

boom!

In the last collision between foreheads, the cultivator who came to this Sanshan City fell back.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue, but that he really can't squeeze out any more strength.

How hard he works and how desperate he is may only be known to Jiang Wang who is fighting against him.

Several times, Jiang Wang thought the battle was decided, but then came his opponent's fist again.

He clearly felt the steely will of this monk from Sanshan City.

He tried his best to win.

They don't want to be called barbarians!

However, the sad thing is that the more they try their best, the more some people say, look, barbarians are like this, they don't take their lives seriously.



The referee raised the flag and the victory was decided.

The people watching were silent for a moment, then cheered suddenly.

After all, this is Maplewood City, Jiang Wang's home court. Not to mention that there are several big men hired by Zhao Rucheng to scream hard. For the generous reward, they can scream as hard as they can. It seemed like Jiang Anan's feelings for her brother were deeper than Jiang Anan's.

Amidst the boiling cheers, Jiang Wang reached out and grabbed his opponent without letting him fall to the ground.

"May I ask your name?" Jiang Wang looked at this respectable opponent and expressed his respect.

In fact, before the game started, the referee read the names of both parties, but Jiang Wang did not remember them.

Like many vulgar people, although he did not show it, he had been exposed to it since childhood, and he did despise these so-called "mountain barbarians" in his heart.

The monk from Sanshan City stood precariously, with almost all his body weight resting on Jiang Wang's hands. His eyes were swollen and narrowed to just a slit.

"Yang Xingyong!" He said happily: "My name is Yang Xingyong!"



Outside the court, Jiang An'an was applauding her brother when she suddenly heard the voice of a good friend, "An'an!"

The little girl Qingzhi jumped up in the crowd from a distance and happily squeezed towards Jiang Anan.

Next to her was an old man with a thin body and a severe hunchback. But among such a crowded crowd, they walked without any hesitation, and it didn't seem to affect other people.

Everyone was very curious about Jiang Anan's friends, especially the little girl who wanted to beat Jiang Wang.

Huang Azhan's perspective has always been different. He saw the hunchbacked old man at first sight.

The old man's face... was very awkward. Although his expression is serious, he naturally gives people a sense of vulgarity.

Huang Azhan bumped Zhao Rucheng with his arm: "Hey, look at that old man."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Rucheng asked.

Huang Azhan lowered his voice: "Do you think his head... looks very similar... very similar..."

"What does it look like?"

Huang Azhan said nothing and only looked at his crotch.

Zhao Rucheng was wary at first, "What are you looking at!"

Then he reacted, looked over there, touched his chin and said, "Hey! It looks a bit like..."

They were chatting quietly, but unexpectedly the hunchbacked old man suddenly raised his head and glared at them. Apparently he heard their conversation clearly.

"Stop chatting, stop chatting, watch the game." Huang Azhan turned his head guiltily and looked at the field as nonchalantly as possible.

"Ahem." Zhao Rucheng coughed twice, stretched out his hand to take Jiang An'an from Ling He's shoulder, and put it on his shoulder, "An An, your brother Ling He is tired, please sit on my shoulder for a while."

I thought to myself that this old man would never beat me while holding a child at such an old age, would he?

Jiang Anan was now very familiar with Zhao Rucheng, so he didn't care much about whose shoulder he sat on, and chatted happily with Qingzhi.

"My brother just won, he's so awesome!"



Yang Xingyong was finally carried down.

The other two battles ended early. Another cultivator from Sanshan City defeated his opponent from Wangjiang City with an overwhelming advantage, while Lin Zhengli from Wangjiang City easily defeated another first-year student from Maplewood City.

But the audience's attention was obviously attracted by the fight between Jiang Wang and Yang Xingyong. After all, it was an intense fight with fists and fists.

"It's just weak chickens pecking each other. It's true that Maplewood City, even the people are so ignorant." Lin Zhengli sneered at the other winner, probably trying to seek some recognition.

But the winner from Sanshan City obviously didn't buy it.

He said coldly: "Please respect your opponent."

In his opinion, Lin Zhengli not only disrespected Jiang Wang, but also disrespected his monk Yang Xingyong from Sanshan City.

Lin Zhengli rubbed his hot face against his cold buttocks, feeling even more unhappy: "Ah, you barbarian."

The Sanshan City cultivator's eyes suddenly burst out with fire, but he stopped talking.

It was just the first round, and there was only one winner left in each of the three cities, so it was considered a tie. Next comes the round battle, where the order is determined by drawing lots. Luck is very important in this round.

The referee from the county court was responsible for drawing lots, which undoubtedly reflected fairness to the greatest extent.

He took out a lottery ticket from the tube, looked at it, and read: "Jiang Wang!"

Linghe and Zhao Rucheng were relieved. This meant that Lin Zhengli and the monks from Sanshan City would fight first, and then Jiang Wang would fight against them respectively. Undoubtedly, it is the best sign.

Jiang Wang retreated to the sidelines and gave up the central position to the two sides who were about to fight.

The moment he passed by, Lin Zhengli chuckled: "You are so lucky, you can stay one more game."

The implication is that when the second round of the battle begins, Jiang Wang will be beaten until he can no longer fight, and his tone is full of contempt.

Jiang Wang smiled: "I hope your luck will be better and you can meet me again later."

What he meant was that Lin Zhengli might not be able to play in the second game at all, and would be defeated in the first game.

As for talking nonsense, he has been influenced by Zhao Rucheng, so he is not completely incapable of fighting back.

It's just that he can't quite understand where Lin Zhengli's hostility towards him comes from. Is it because the slogans Zhao Rucheng asked were too high-profile?

This person doesn't seem to have an outspoken temperament. A monk who has received an orthodox Taoist education and is also an elite disciple sent to represent the Wangjiang City Taoist Temple. How can he be so impatient?

Jiang Wang is actually very interested in the answer behind this.

As for fighting, he really has no fear.

Compared with Lin Zhengli's frivolous and angry expression, the cultivator from Sanshan City remained silent and just stared at his opponent.

His attitude towards this battle was undoubtedly much more correct.

It also shows that he has a stronger desire for the outcome of the battle.