Shuhemen, Yufengmen and Anzhenmen were awarded three levels of champions at the age of twelve, thirteen and fourteen respectively.

The fourteen-year-old Pan Zezhi was taught a lesson by Shuhemen's players. His burly figure became a target and was simply vulnerable. Finally, he fell to the ground with a bang. Alas!

In Bing Haoyang's words, this kid is too stupid and will not be able to adapt: ​​if you punch me, I will hit you one punch, you will only use brute force, and you will hit it completely according to the boxing routine. This kind of fighting style is cheap if you don't die.

The last level is the 15-year-old arena competition, and the Panwu Sect sent the most outstanding disciple - Yan Kundong.

The head of the Panwu Sect put all his hopes on Yan Kundong. He looked at Yan Kundong, his eyes full of hope and trust. Yan Kundong also nodded at the head, which meant: Master, just look at me!

The 15-year-old champion is An Xiang, the cold young man from the Anzhen Sect, and Shuhe Sect seemed to have had a tacit understanding. They actually sent out players of average strength and admitted defeat in just a few moves.

This made the audience extremely dissatisfied. Isn’t this obviously going to fight against Panwu Sect? Despicable!

The leader of the Han sect cursed: These three bastards have already planned to make plans. They want the Anzhen Sect to fight with us, and they will not leave a single champion for me to Panwu Sect! Insidious! What's the use of hatred? Strength is the hard truth.

The elder said loudly: "An Xiang, you can rest for a while and then start the competition in half an hour."

An Xiang shook his head: "Elder, there is no need to be a rest. I don't need to wait. Let Yan Kundong come on stage. Everyone's time is precious!"

An Xiang's words were full of contempt. The morale of Panwu Sect was originally low. Now after such excitement, the crowd was full of curses. Yan Kundong was a disciple who was optimistic about by the head of the sect. He was also the best among his disciples in this generation. Faced with An Xiang's clamor, he showed extremely high cultivation, and was more elegant and calm.

In his opinion, this is a good opportunity to become famous and an excellent opportunity to establish authority in front of his fellow brothers.

In Bing Haoyang's eyes, Yan Kundong will definitely lose. As the saying goes, pretending to be struck by lightning, you, just wait for the beating!

An Xiang had already entered the martial arts field, and Yan Kundong also walked into the martial arts field with his head held high and his chest held high. The brothers cheered him. Yan Kundong smiled slightly, made a gentlemanly bow, and then stood opposite An Xiang.

He smiled faintly, with confidence in his expression: "Senior Brother An, Yan Kundong, I hope my senior brother will show mercy later."

An Xiang had long learned that Yan Kundong was the number one master of Panwu Sect, and he was very polite: "Senior Brother Yan, you are so polite. I am here to study today." The two of them clasped their fists: Please! Then the war started.

Bing Haoyang stared at the top of his eyes. This game should be the most interesting. He didn't want to miss any move.

Yan Kundong is indeed quite powerful, has great power, and has solid basic skills. He made a move with a cool move and beautiful movements. Every punch and every leg is gorgeous, which won the applause of the audience.

But I don’t know that after the competition, my weakness was immediately revealed: Yan Kundong didn’t have enough practical experience! He knew how to trick, but he couldn’t adapt. He was suppressed by An Xiang, but he just couldn’t show his strength...

An Xiang has rich combat experience and can be said to have experienced the test of life and death.

After dozens of moves, the two began to use their true strength. Yan Kundong made a punch with a heavy punch of more than 1,000 pounds. If it hit Lao Niu's ribs, it would be able to hit Lao Niu a little, but his opponent was An Xiang!

As soon as Yan Kundong's fist was halfway through, An Xiang hit the fist. Not only was the speed faster than him, but the strength was greater than him, but the frequency was higher. When Yan Kundong made two punches, An Xiang could punch four punches. In desperation, he turned off attack to defense. What was the result?

As a result, An Xiang's fists and feet were like hammers that beat the drum, slamming on Yan Kundong's arm and ribs, making a bang. He was beaten to the point of grinning, and he could only resist.

All the disciples of Panwu Sect looked nervous and their hearts were tugging. Yan Kundong was punched as if he was hitting them. They silently recited in their hearts: Senior Brother Yan, fight back! Hit him!

The Eighth Elder had arrived at Bing Haoyang for some time, and he sighed because he already knew the result of the game and lost! After all, this is his own sect. As an elder, who doesn’t have a sense of honor? His sect was beaten to the point of being blue and swollen. The number one master was so vulnerable. The Eighth Elder’s eyes were full of worry.

The competition on stage, Bing Haoyang was angry from the audience. He was anxious and muttered unknowingly: "This Yan Kundong is such a waste. Go to the left to hide. You are a fool... He wants to attack you and jump, isn't he stupid? He just knows that using brute force, your brain has a butt! I think you are helpless..."

As Bing Haoyang finished his explanation, Yan Kundong was punched by An Xiang three times in a row, and then An Xiang kicked Yan Kundong out of the distance and was unconscious.

The audience was filled with crying, and many girls' eyes were filled with tears. Yan Kundong was not only their idol, but also represented the Panwu Sect! Senior Brother Yan was defeated, and his sect lost, and he was completely defeated.

Bing Haoyang kept shaking his head there, and the Eighth Elder looked bad. He sighed heavily. Seeing that his apprentice could see Yan Kundong's playing style, he was very happy: "Haoyang, look at their martial arts competition skills, what have you gained?"

Bing Haoyang was not polite at all: "There must be a harvest, but there are a group of fools in the Panwu Sect, it would be strange if they don't lose!"

After hearing this, the Eighth Elder nodded.

The challenge has ended, and An Xiang has won the honor of the champion, but he is naturally warlike, continues to challenge: "All senior brothers and sisters of the Panwu Sect, please give me advice! You can do it at the age of sixteen or seventeen. Please come down to give me advice!"

He is from the seventh level and is clamoring at the Panwu Gate. This is provoking the Panwu Gate!

All the more than 200 disciples glared at each other. These people were not qualified to end. Even if they were qualified, they could not even beat Yan Kundong. Wouldn't they be abused when they went up? I heard An Xiang say that he would challenge the eighth level, so someone would really end up fighting.

Unexpectedly, An Xiang is a martial arts fanatic, and even a ruthless character. With his seventh-level strength, he easily defeated the eighth-level master of the Panwu Sect. An Xiang continued to challenge!

The Eighth Elder looked at An Xiang on the martial arts field, and he frowned. The An Zhen Sect was too much, and it was humiliating the Pan Martial Sect!

Bing Haoyang knew when he looked at the protruding muscles on his master's cheek that his master was very sad now. He didn't want to show off, but he didn't want his master to feel uncomfortable. So he asked quietly: "Master, do you need me to teach this kid a lesson?"

The Eighth Elder looked at Bing Haoyang and his eyes lit up: "Haoyang, have you broken through to the seventh level?"

Bing Haoyang scratched his head: "I? No, right? It's similar to a month ago, but there's no problem with hitting this waste."

The Eighth Elder hesitated and said, "Haoyang, his seventh level, 1,400 kilograms of strength, your strength is too different, so don't..."

Bing Haoyang smiled slightly: "Master, if you only rely on strength to compete in martial arts, wouldn't buffaloes be better than humans?"

The Eighth Elder was silent, and then he smiled: "If you have any reason, try it if you are sure, but you must pay attention to safety!"

Bing Haoyang nodded, then made great strides into the martial arts field. This was the first battle to test his strength, and he was very much looking forward to it!

An Xiang glanced at Bing Haoyang, and hesitated a little: "Have you reached the seventh level just after twelve or three?"

Bing Haoyang shook his head: "I don't know what level it is. I was at the third level last month, but I will accept your challenge."

Speaking of this, Bing Haoyang stretched out a finger: "I won, give me a ingredient pill for the reincarnation!"

An Xiang frowned. One was that the child in front of him was too young. Another was that he really couldn't make a decision on this bet because he did not have the foundation and ingot pill, and this thing was relatively scarce.

Master An laughed on the stage: "We have accepted this bet." After that, Master An looked at Master Han.

The ring match was ineffective, and the leader Han gang caught fire. Bing Haoyang actually bet on the capital to cultivate the Yuanbao Dan. He thought to himself: Bing Haoyang and Yan Kundong are not opponents. Are you looking for a disease? Let me bet on Baodan, I am foolish!
Chapter completed!