Everyone looked at the two people on the ring, one represented Yang Zhao, the other represented the Jinyiwei, or the other represented the Ming Emperor and the other represented the King of Yan. However, there were very few people who could see this, and the few people on the high platform could be considered part of it, but I don’t know the others.

Zhao Yang looked at Wang Yi with a calm expression and was very angry. Why can you stay indifferent? Why do you decide this competition?

The angry power has annexed Zhao Yang's reason. The only thing he wants to do now is to kill the person in front of him to cleanse his shame.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Zhao Yang licked his dry lips and showed a strange smile, "It's just that you will spend the rest of your life in bed."

Of course, Wang Yi was very angry at Zhao Yang's words, but he felt that no matter how much he said, it was better to be more ruthless. Didn't he want to spend the rest of his life in bed?

good.

Then let him know what blood tastes.

Wang Yi turned around and looked at the gentleman who was presiding over the conference. The gentleman picked up the incense in his hand and slowly lit it. The fragrance slowly drifted out.

"On the arena, no life can be hurt, no cultivation can be used."

Wang Yi nodded and said, "Natural."

Zhao Yang said impatiently: "I know, start soon."

The gentleman shouted: "Hundred-school test, the 23rd group, Youzhou Wang Yi fights against Chang'an Zhaoyang, and starts."

As the sound fell, Zhao Yang suddenly rose up and waved Wang Yi with a punch. A powerful suffocation came from the fist. Looking closely, there was a faint starry light flowing on the fist.

You cannot use your cultivation level on the ring, okay, then I will not violate the regulations by operating the Starlight.

On the platform, Lu Zhong suddenly stood up and was about to go and stop him. Yang Zhao stretched out a sleeve, "Hey, Lord Lu, Zhao Yang did not violate the rules. Do you think so, Mr. Han?"

Lu Zhong looked at Mr. Han angrily, looking forward to his shaking head to signal Zhao Yang to violate the rules, but unfortunately, Mr. Han nodded, "No, no violation."

Lu Zhong grabbed the handle on the chair to vent his anger. He was really two bastards.

Everyone present also saw the flow of stars above Zhao Yang's fists. They all looked at Wang Yi with pity, and Ma Shun even ran to the gentleman to protest the move.

However, the gentleman shook his head and signaled that the competition would not be suspended. Ma Shun was so angry that he scolded Baizi Chao for being unfair. All the books you read were read into the dog's belly.

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to enter the field, but was stopped by several ordinary scholars. Ma Shun looked at the starry light flowing on the people and dared not move again. He could only pray that Wang Yi would appear miraculously.

Li Yuan looked disdainful, and he had to take advantage of loopholes. The Yang family was really not good. However, he was also a little curious if Wang Yi could take this punch.

Wang Yi stood there and saw the flow of starlight above his fist. He was so familiar with the smell. His right hand slowly raised, and the starlight began to gather on Wang Yi's left hand, forming the appearance of a sword.

During the years I studied with the old man, Wang Yi had seen a swordsman, who was a real swordsman. In a big river, the swordsman handed out a sword. The old man sat quietly on the river and quietly received the sword. Suddenly, the river diverged. On the water bank, countless winds sounded and spread to all directions.

It was only then that Wang Yi realized that the swordsman could be so casual.

Wang Yi took the invisible sword composed of Xinghui and slashed at Zhao Yang hard.

boom.

The two star rays finally collided.

Zhao Yang's figure flew backwards and fell not far away, covering his chest, and blood slowly flowed out of his mouth. Wang Yi was also uncomfortable. The invisible sword in his hand fell to the ground, blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and the wound on his face began to achievable faintly. The stone slab on his feet was already collapsed, and his clothes were torn apart by fists and sword energy.

The flow of starlight in his body began to slow down. At the first moment of the fight, Wang Yi felt a starlight higher than himself. It was the starlight of true life, much larger than the starlight he gathered.

The reason why he can tie the game is because the swordsman who taught him the swordsmanship is too high. If he does not restrict the use of his cultivation, Wang Yi will be defeated as soon as possible.

However, it is also a scene where both sides suffer losses, and it seems that I still have some advantage.

No one present was optimistic about Wang Yi because in rumors, Wang Yi could not practice. Zhao Yang, who is the True Life Realm, naturally won without any suspense. The current result is beyond everyone's expectations.

Li Yuan shouted inadvertently, "Okay."

Ma Shun was not just scolding them for bullying others, but focused on Wang Yi's competition.

On the platform, Lu Zhong smiled from the bottom of his heart for the first time. Yang Zhao looked dull, obviously dissatisfied. Mr. Han touched his beard and smiled without saying a word.

Zhao Yang got up from the ground, held the broken right hand with his left hand, and stood up with difficulty. The broken right hand made him feel ashamed. He thought Wang Yi was a mortal, but he didn't expect that this kid also had Xinghui. The most hateful thing was that the sword just now could block his unique skills.

This made him angry. Zhao Yang attacked again. He could not allow himself to fail, but was still placed in the hands of an unknown person.

The gentlemen who maintain the ring have to step up their protection to avoid fighting affecting the students around them.

Wang Yi picked up the invisible sword again, calmly rushed to meet Zhao Yang again. Zhao Yang shouted frantically and launched an attack on Wang Yi.

When the fist and the sword collided again, the two people's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger. No matter how Zhao Yang's methods came out, Wang Yi was calm in the face of danger and used sword skills to fight against him. Wang Yi's eyebrows did not appear tired as the war continued, but slowly became leisurely, because Zhao Yang's attack was already able to cope with Wang Yi.

So it is not Wang Yi's style to be beaten without any hesitation, so how can he fight back?

He remembered the morning breeze that he had contacted countless times in "Spring Breeze".

Wang Yi's eyes became brighter. He thought about the key to why he had not succeeded in practicing, and his state of mind.

The morning breeze blows on the shore, symbolizing the broken mirror and the danger, and still moving forward and handing out one's own sword.

Then isn't it now?

Wang Yi took back the invisible sword and stood in front of him. Not far away, Zhao Yang was wearing thick clothes and his right hand hung weakly there.

Zhao Yang frowned, and also felt that Wang Yi Xinghui was gathering quickly, which should be the last blow.

Zhao Yang took a deep breath and slowly gathered the starlight on his index finger, then he pointed out and headed straight for Wang Yi.

Wang Yi's decayed look fell into the eyes of everyone, and he couldn't help but think of a child, just like a beast. After all, how could the starry light gathered in spirits be able to compare with true life.

The starlight.

Zhao Yang kept approaching Wang Yi, because he felt that Wang Yi was still accumulating his power and he didn't eat much. In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Yang had already come to Wang Yi.

"The morning breeze blows on the shore."

Wang Yi stabbed out with a sword.

The sword roared like a rainbow, and Wang Yi's clothes surged, and he stabbed it out with the sword. At this moment, everything supported his head and the world was silent. Wang Yi's face was no longer tired and destruction, but instead he was like a spring breeze.

boom.

The two forces collided, and countless tinnitus sounded in the ears of the people present, which was worth covering their ears. On the platform, Yang Zhao's figure flashed and came to the ring, and Lu Zhong followed closely behind. They were all looking for Wang Yi and Zhao Yang.

Mr. Han had a serious expression on his face, and it seemed that he was in a bad mood. The gentleman in charge of the ring also hurried into the ring to prevent them from fighting again.

The smoke dissipated, and Zhao Yang fell on a corner of the ring, his face hit the ground, motionless, not knowing life and death. Wang Yi collapsed on the ring, and blood was spitting out from his mouth. The invisible sword in his hand had dissipated, which was a pity.

Lu Zhong walked forward, took out the pill from his arms, and fed it to Wang Yi who was sitting on the ground. Then Xinghui entered Wang Yi's body to help him heal his wounds and prevent accidents.

Yang Zhao walked behind Zhao Yang and helped his nephew up. After confirming that he was not dead, Xinghui entered Zhao Yang's body to help him recover.

There was a dead silence around.

Yang Zhao's face gradually became gloomy, and the anger in his eyes began to gather. He let go of Zhao Yang and walked slowly towards Wang Yi.

Lu Zhong took a step forward and blocked the two of them.

"What is Lord Yang going to do?"

"At a young age, I am so cruel and ruthless, I dare to destroy my nephew. Today I will discipline you on behalf of your parents."

After Yang Zhao said that, the wind rose from the hem of his clothes, and the starry light slowly condensed. Lu Zhong smiled, and then a stronger starry light appeared in the world, competing against Yang Zhao.

For a moment, there was no stalemate.

Li Yuan was not far away, drinking the wine in his hand. Now he really admired Wang Yi. There is a word that the teacher just handed it, and it was right. The more he looked at it, the more he looked.

Damn, this is the role model for us practitioners.

Ma Shun looked terrified, and the signals in his sleeves were ready at any time. When the two big men started fighting, they asked for support directly. No matter who you are, they moved the Jinyiwei people and took them away and had tea.

You are Yang Yucheng, I'm sorry, it's useless. I'll report to Your Majesty tomorrow, saying that you are knowledgeable and intend to treason. There is no way, who says we have privileges?

Countless people were frightened by the side. After all, the fight between these two is not a trivial matter in Chang'an City. I guess they can be found at His Majesty Ming.

The gentlemen around the ring were all stern and nervous, but no one dared to take a step forward to stop the two of them from fighting, nor could they retreat. They could only surround the two people and wait for the person who could speak to say something.

Who is the one who can speak?

Everyone's eyes were looking up on the platform. What a good guy, you are so heartbroken. Mr. Han was squinting his eyes and sleeping.

Not long after, perhaps because he didn't hear the fight, Mr. Han slowly stretched his waist and yawned calmly. He looked at the two people who were glaring at each other with sleepy eyes and laughed.

"Are you kidding me?" the old man stood up and said with a smile.
Chapter completed!