Chapter 155 Night Emperor, Cannon Fodder?

"Hao Qimen, Xin Yongyang."

The disciple of Haoqi who walked to the center of the martial arts field and reported his name.

This person is second only to the disciple of the first-grade martial artist in the sect, and he is also stronger than Hu Zheng in overall strength.

This is strong, but not much stronger.

After all, they are all peak martial artists. As long as they do not step into martial arts, the gap between the two is only about two or three thousand pounds.

"Go!" the referee shouted.

Xin Yongyang rushed over for the sake of the sect master and the glory of the sect.

The psychic energy exploded in an all-round way, not only converging on the whole body, protecting several main acupuncture points, but also pouring into both palms.

"Swipe!"

In an instant, the two palms launched an attack, and the spiritual energy whistled out, forming palm prints, accompanied by a whistling sound.

This is Tiger Roaring Dragon Yin Palm.

In Haoqimen, it is a unique palm technique that reaches the mid-level and high-level.

This technique is divided into tiger roaring palm and dragon roaring palm, which can be disassembled and used alone, or dragons and tigers can be used together to form the trend of tiger roaring and dragon roaring!

Xin Yongyang has been majoring in this palm technique since he joined the school.

In conjunction with the peak martial arts spiritual energy, once it is used, the formed air waves and air friction will produce the sound of tiger roaring and dragon roaring!

"Brush! Brush!"

The palm prints like a dragon on the left and a tiger on the right swept over, like a long roar of a dragon and a tiger.

It was praised by the big bosses from all sides, and they all agreed that this son's comprehension of palm technique has reached a state of perfection, and he is worthy of a top-grade spiritual genius.

How should Li Qingyang of the Iron Bone faction take over?

"brush!"

While everyone was thinking about it, Li Qingyang stepped up, condensed the burst fist and slammed it, obviously to compete with the tiger screaming and dragon singing palm with the most dignified confrontation.

"Bam! Boom! Bam!"

The two fists collided, and energy fluctuations filled the air, forming a circle of ripples.

In a few seconds, Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang fought more than ten moves. From the perspective of the situation, it seemed that they were evenly matched.

Yeah!

This is the normal discussion!

The previous four games were not intense at all, and it was a waste of time for us to go all the way to watch the fun!

"Bam! Boom! Bam!"

The two fought more than ten moves, and then separated tacitly and kept a certain distance.

Li Qingyang had a calm expression on his face.

Xin Yongyang frowned slightly, and loosened his palms, trying to relieve the numbness that had arisen from the collision just now.

"The disciples of the Haoqi Sect have suffered a loss." Wang Donglin said.

Qin Haoran also noticed it, and his face darkened again.

In this competition, I'm going to lose again?

Look, I have been beaten and lost my confidence. I still have to lick my face and continue to fight, and I agree to have tens of millions of lucky heads. Is there something wrong with my brain?

It doesn't matter if you lose this game!

Li Qingyang, the strongest of his Iron Bone faction, has already entered the field, and the disciples sent in the next two games are definitely not strong, as long as he wins two games, he can still win!

"brush!"

"brush!"

Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang fought again.

The two did not disappoint the martial artist who was watching the fun. They fought together and fought extremely fiercely.

This style is normal.

Previously, it was either a kick or a chrysanthemum residue, and it was like playing a sandbag.

"Bam! Boom! Bam!"

The sound of explosions and roars of tigers and dragons resounded in the martial arts arena, and Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang were fighting faster and more intensely.

Jun Changxiao clasped his hands and murmured: "Qingyang didn't choose to fight quickly, he should want to use this peak martial artist as a sparring partner."

"Bang!"

At this moment, the sound of explosion came.

Li Qingyang gathered fists with a strength of more than 20,000 catties and slammed it into Xin Yongyang's palm, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

"The disciples of the Haoqi Sect have fallen!"

"Competing head-on with Xin Yongyang, who used the Tiger Roaring Dragon Palm, this Li Qingyang is really tough!"

"On Lingquan Mountain, defeat the inner disciples of the Holy Spring Sect,

It's not a fluke either! "

Everyone praised Li Qingyang.

Why?

Because the moves are open and aboveboard, the play is very graceful!

It's not like the Iron Bone School disciples in the first four games, either kicking their temples with their feet or using a nasty move like chrysanthemum.

Hearing everyone talking about his son, the head of the Li family stood up proudly, with pride written all over his face.

Xin Yongyang struggled to stabilize his body, his face was a little ugly, pain and numbness came from his right palm, and it seemed that he was hit hard.

"brush!"

Li Qingyang stepped up, and condensed the blasting fist to attack again.

This time, without giving Xin Yongyang any chance to breathe, he frequently bombarded the opponent. In the end, he could only block the opponent, retreat, and then... be beaten into the martial arts field.

Iron Bone Pie, win another round!

Not counting the four previously voided games, it was five to zero.

Li Qingyang won, Jun Changxiao was not surprised.

Among the seven inner disciples of the Iron Bone Sect, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei are proficient in body technique and foot strength, Xiao Xunji has tempered his body to the extreme, and Lu Qianqian has a majestic spirit.

Although Li Qingyang does not have very dazzling strengths, he does not have very obvious shortcomings, and belongs to a comprehensive and balanced development.

What's more, among the inner disciples, the one with the highest cultivation base has already broken through to the seventh-rank martial disciple.

The peak martial artist Hu Zheng was beaten to the ground by Xiao Xunji.

It would be strange if the second disciple could not win against Xin Yongyang, who was also a peak martial artist.

Not to mention Jun Changxiao, even the bigwigs watching the battle were not surprised by Li Qingyang's victory, because his performance was too perfect and too impeccable.

In the first four games, Su Xiaomo and others won, and there was a feeling that the plot was reversed, and Li Qingyang's victory was a matter of course.

Wang Donglin commented: "This son is not as bright as the first few disciples, but he is very stable."

"oops."

Jun Changxiao cupped his hands and said: "Qin alliance leader, if I win the next match, the Iron Bone faction will cost you 10 million taels."

"Humph."

Qin Haoran said in a cold voice, "Master Jun, you have all the elite disciples of the Iron Bone School, can you still compete with my next disciples?"

Elite all out?

Is this underestimating Ben Emperor?

Ye Xingchen behind him pulled his face down and said solemnly, "Sect Master, I will play in the next battle!"

When he came to Haoqimen, he wanted to fight, and even planned to fight one by one.

"Um."

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Let's play."

"Crack, click!"

Ye Xingchen clenched his fists, shook his head as if he was not afraid to break his neck, and walked out, his eyes flickered coldly.

Qin Haoran said lightly: "Pei Jun, come on, remember to win."

"Yes."

The direct disciple named Pei Jun came out, with strong spiritual energy permeating his body, and he was obviously the strongest disciple of the Haoqi Sect.

"The leader of the Qin alliance has finally sent this martial artist-level direct disciple."

"That Iron Bone Sect disciple, at first glance, looks like a fifth or sixth rank martial artist, and there is no hope of winning at all."

"In my opinion, Sect Leader Jun's plan is to let strong disciples take the lead, and then let such disciples be cannon fodder."

cannon fodder?

Ye Xingchen was furious.

If this emperor still has a previous life cultivation base, he will surely crush all of you lowly ants to death in the palm of his hand, let their souls fly away, and never live forever!

As expected of the night emperor, the idea is too scary!

"tread."

Pei Jun walked to the central area first and cupped his hands: "Hao Qimen, Pei Jun."

Ye Xingchen said lightly, "Don't talk nonsense, let's start."

"Tsk tsk, this cannon fodder is quite dragging."

"Don't he know that Pei Jun is the most powerful direct disciple of Haoqi?"

"Use the weakest to consume the strongest, even if you lose, it's worth it."

Every word of the crowd's discussion was clearly heard into Ye Xingchen's ears, and anger roared out of his body, instantly filling his eyes, as if two flames rose.

Pei Jun secretly said: "This guy's eyes are so scary!"

"you!"

Ye Xingchen turned to look at the referee and shouted angrily, "Hurry up and start, I can't wait!"

This little grumpy...

"Go!" the referee shouted.

As soon as the voice fell, Pei Jun rushed over, stretched his hands back, and the spiritual energy gathered in the palms of his hands, he was about to...

"brush!"

Ye Xingchen suddenly appeared on the left and said coldly, "Boy, you are too slow."

"Boom——"