"You can tell if I'm a man or not!"

Yang Shaohua took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but say.

"You are shameless!"

When Li Yufei heard this, she immediately roared, picked up the long sword in her hand and rushed towards Yang Shaohua again.

Looking at Li Yufei who was coming, Yang Shaohua smiled a little evilly. With the help of gray eyes, he found that the other party's steps were obviously a little messy, so he picked up the hatchet in his hand and hurriedly greeted him.

"Go to die!"

Li Yufei swept Yang Shaohua with a sword.

"That red bellyband is so sexy!"

Looking at Li Yufei's attack, Yang Shaohua shook his head, moved his body to the side, and said softly.

As soon as the voice was released, Li Yufei's attack was obviously stunned, and a brief pause occurred. The fair face suddenly turned red, but at this moment, Yang Shaohua took advantage of the gap to come to her back and slashed him with a palm.

"You shameless thief!"

Although there was a brief moment of excitement, Li Yufei was not a fuel-efficient lamp. She hurriedly recovered and turned around and stabbed Yang Shaohua in his throat. However, the attack was obviously messy and even flawed!

“That pink pants are good too!”

Looking at Li Yufei who had already had a flaw, Yang Shaohua glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth, turned on his attack more, and said softly again.

"you……"

Li Yufei raised her eyebrows, her face full of anger, then gave up the attack, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and looked at the other party with her chest fluctuating.

"Give up, you are no match for me!"

It seems that after Li Yufei's behavior, Yang Shaohua shook the sweat on his forehead and said with a look of slouching.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Li Yufei said angrily.

"Okay, then see if you rushed over quickly or I shouted quickly. I think many people in the audience would know what our dark horse is wearing!"

Yang Shaohua looked motionless and looked at Li Yufei as if you were trying.

"What do you want?"

Hearing Yang Shaohua's words, Li Yufei paused and stopped there.

The people in the audience were obviously stunned when they saw the two people who stopped suddenly. The two people were doing something at this time and they suddenly stopped. However, what happened next surprised everyone.

"I admit defeat!"

Three words were sent out in the girl's mouth with difficulty. Then the girl looked at Yang Shaohua with extremely sad eyes, and the corners of her mouth kept surging, and she jumped down from the competition stage.

Looking at the girl leaving, Yang Shaohua breathed a deep breath and finally got the other party out.

"One hundred wins!"

The referee looked at Yang Shaohua's mouth twitching slightly, but he didn't say anything. He saw everything that happened just now, but this is the world. Without strong psychological qualities, he could only be beaten.

Hearing the referee's announcement, he walked downstairs with everyone's unsolved eyes, but what he didn't notice was that somewhere downstairs, his cold eyes stared at him like a poisonous snake...

After watching the competition around, Yang Shaohua became less concerned. There was not much suspense in the competition of this level. After reaching this time, almost all the contestants were ranked as ninth grade.

There is a saying on the mainland that once you leave the ninth-grade martial artist and become the ranks of low-level martial artists, you are only one step away from the real martial artist. If the martial soul awakens, you will be a warrior who is above all martial artists. By then, even ten martial artists may not be the opponent of a martial artist, which is equivalent to a leap like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

A real warrior can be treated a lot in the entire Qingyang Town, and even any force will regard him as a guest of honor, because how many warriors are there on the mainland? How many martial artists are there at the slogan of a sound?

Becoming a warrior is a goal for everyone, even Yang Shaohua is no exception, but now he is getting closer and closer to that goal.

As for reaching the real martial arts realm, Yang Shaohua has not prepared much yet. Let’s talk about the awakening of martial souls. Now he has no clue at all, and there is no record in some books and needs someone to guide him. However, he is like a waste in the Yang family and no one can teach him at all. Although he is now helping with Gray Eyes, he still feels that something is a bit lacking, which is why he has not made any breakthroughs for a long time.

If the breakthrough is rash and inadvertent, the martial soul cannot wake up by then, which is second. If it is based on the foundation, then his quilt can only be at the level of a martial artist, so he is not in a hurry.

However, after participating in this competition, he had a deep understanding that some opponents have greatly deepened and promoted his own strength. If he was given some time, breakthroughs were not a problem, but a matter of time.

The game was about to go on unhappy again, and soon after, a dull sound came from the stage again.

"No. 100 vs. No. 12!"

Hearing this voice, Yang Shaohua was slightly stunned, looked around, and then slowly walked to the competition stage. However, a man wearing a black robe and holding a battle axe in his hand was there. This person was either someone else or the fighting madman from the Yang family.

"It turned out to be you?"

When Yang Shaohua saw the fighting madman on the stage, he was stunned. He didn't expect to meet him. When he was just a fifth-grade martial artist at that time, he had competed with him. He didn't expect that the two of them met again, and so good at competing in Qingyang, two members of the Yang family.

"Hmph...what do you mean? You actually got the two of us from the Yang family together!"

The middle-aged man next to the old man saw two people on the venue and snorted coldly.

"Brother Yang, what do you mean? Have you forgotten that none of us can decide this martial arts competition!"

A middle-aged man in a gray robe looked at the competition stage with a smile on his lips, then glanced at the old man and said softly.

"Brother Lin is right, Yang Xiong is anxious!"

Another middle-aged man came up and said again.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, said nothing, and looked at the table.

"It's only been less than half a year. I didn't expect you to have reached this point. I really didn't expect you!"

The combat madman Yang Yu shook his head. He was most famous for fighting in the Yang family, but the most famous one was not his end, but his strong combat power. This also led to not many people who liked to date him, and not many of the younger generation were his opponents. When he heard that Yang Shaohua defeated the Yin Man in the King Kong, he felt a fever in his heart.

"Then I would like to thank Brother Yang Yu for his promotion. If it weren't for your words that day, I might not have had the result today!"

Yang Shaohua clasped his fists symbolically and said with a sincere smile on his face.

"Then stop talking nonsense, come on!"

Yang Yu was not talking nonsense, and pulled out the long sword behind him with a squeak. He looked at Yang Shaohua in front of him with a clear eyes. He tapped his feet on the ground and rushed out and rushed straight to Yang Shaohua.

Looking at Yang Yu flying over, Yang Shaohua narrowed his eyes slightly, his face becoming more and more serious. He did not use gray eyes as soon as possible. First, this is respect for Yang Yu, and second, this is Yang Shaohua wants to know which height he has reached.

The audience around him looked at the two people and felt a flash of light in front of him. He did not notice Yang Yu's movements, and Yang Yu's movements looked so elegant and not inferior.

"Three swords of the strong wind!"

Yang Yu's brows kept shaking, and the long sword in his hand drew a curve, and a long roar with a strong power of martial souls, and invisible whirlwinds swept up.

Puff!!

During his breath, the big sword in Yang Yu's hand slashed out three times instantly. The sword wind blew away the fallen leaves around him and shattered it with a strong breath.

"Qingfeng Knife!"

Yang Shaohua looked at the attacks of the opponent, and did not show any weakness. He pulled out the hatchet behind him and swung it in the air. An invisible aura formed instantly. He responded directly to Yang Yu's attack without any dodging.

Bang!!

The first two swords collided directly, making waves of metal intertwined sounds, but the third sword Yang Shaohua frowned slightly, and the yellow breath wrapped the hatchet and directly met Yang Yu.

"What a hatchet, so powerful force, and something extraordinary martial soul power!"

Yang Yu felt his arm trembling, and his palms suddenly became numb. He took two steps back and looked at Yang Shaohua in front of him with his eyes showing a gloomy look.

Twist...

Yang Yu took several steps one after another to barely resolve Yang Shaohua's attack, but the more he felt more surprised he was. He didn't expect that Yang Shaohua's Qingfeng Sword would be so pure, and he could see the flaws of the Qianfeng Sword. What surprised him the most was that Yang Shaohua accurately hit the same place in the big sword every time. After several delivery, there was a gap in the steel big sword.

"I'm not bad, then try the next move!"

A sharp light flashed in Yang Yu's eyes, and a warlike fanaticism appeared on the corner of his mouth. Without any hesitation in his hand, he directly activated the most powerful move.

The strong wind slashes six swords!!

In an instant, the sword wind was fierce, and the sword light rolled up wildly, making a harsh whistling sound, pushing the sword, and a sharp sword wind instantly sealed the distance of several meters.

When everyone in the audience saw this, their faces changed. Many referees on the stage smiled knowingly when they saw this. They nodded without saying anything. Yang Yu had already cultivated to an extremely powerful level at this level. When the martial soul awakens, he will definitely be a powerful warrior.

When Yang Shaohua saw the opponent's attack, his brow frowned slightly. This was one of Yang Yu's famous moves. The other was his Qingfengpu, and he had heard of it. It was a range-based attack and wanted to defeat him directly.

Looking at the opponent's attack, Yang Shaohua did not retreat. He took a deep breath and collapsed his left foot backward. In terms of body skills, Yang Shaohua was no match for Yang Yu at all, but in terms of martial soul power, he completely defeated Yang Yu, especially since he had another move that he had not used.

After measuring the gap between the two, Yang Shaohua showed a smile on his lips, and he raised his hatchet and slashed directly at Yang Yu.

Clang!!

The big sword came out instantly and slashed directly at the gap of the big sword. These attacks were as coherent as thunder without any pause.

Yang Yu was beaten by this powerful repulsive force several steps back, and his chest was constantly swelling and surging.

Click!!

After seven consecutive knifes, a shattering sound was heard. The big knife in Yang Yu's hand broke in half from the middle, and his body shook, and his face was extremely pale.

"You won!"

Yang Yu looked at the broken long knife in his hand, and was slightly stunned. He looked at Yang Shaohua in front of him and said with admiration.

"Give up!"

Yang Shaohua smiled slightly and replied that he had a pretty good impression of Yang Yu, so he did not take any action after these moves.

"I will definitely ask you to discuss it after the introduction this time!"

Yang Yu nodded, turned around and jumped up from the stage, leaving the words lightly leaving the venue.
Chapter completed!