In one corner of the school field, Yang Hanwu is talking to a young man.

    The young man was about twenty-five or six years old. He was dressed in blue and strong clothes. His face was thin, his eyes were gloomy, and a cold light flashed from time to time.

    "Cheng''er, Yang Xuan can hurt your brother Yang Gong in an instant. His strength is at least eight layers of internal strength. You must not underestimate the enemy." Yang Hanwu surong said.

    The young man''s eyes flashed a cruel color and said, "Yang Xuan is nothing but a waste. However, after a few months of cultivation, how can he reach the eighth floor of inner strength? My brother is arrogant and has no practical combat experience. I think he despised the enemy for a moment and was taken advantage of by Yang Xuan."

    Yang Hanwu nodded and said: "a few days ago, Yang Xuan was only the strength of the seventh layer of inner strength. In a short time, he could never become the eighth layer of inner strength. What''s hateful is that Yang Xuan doesn''t know what method he has used. Your brother is turning pale at him now, and he can''t even think of revenge!"

    "Hum, I don''t care what he can do. In short, he must pay with blood this time!" the young man said angrily.

    This blue man, Yang Cheng, is Yang Gong''s brother. He has been away from home on weekdays. When he came back this time, he learned that his brother was hurt by Yang Xuan. Although the treatment was timely, one leg was saved, but the hatred could not be melted.

    Yang Hanwu patted Yang Cheng on the shoulder. When people didn''t pay attention, he stuffed something into Yang Cheng''s hand, lowered his voice and said, "I took it out of the family treasure house. You wear it on your body just in case!"

    Yang Cheng looked down, but he was stunned. He didn''t expect his grandfather to take such things out of the family treasure house and give them to him. You know, this is one of the most precious things in the treasure house.

    Yang Cheng nodded quietly, put the thing away and said, "don''t worry, Grandpa, I will avenge my brother!"

    Yang Hanwu didn''t say anything, just nodded and turned away.

    "Yang Xuan?" a sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Cheng''s mouth. "I will make life worse than death!"

    At noon, with the sound of twelve huge bells, Yang Qingshan and a group of elders appeared on the wooden platform paved with red carpet.

    At this moment, everyone in the school field calmed down and stared at the podium.

    There is no other decoration on the wooden platform, but nine pear wood chairs are arranged in a row. Yang Qingshan and the elders took their seats one after another.

    At this time, the chief manager Yang Yao stepped forward with a serious face and shouted, "the Yang clan meeting, officially begins!"

    As soon as the voice fell, rites and music roared in unison. Yang''s disciples, who had been arranged for a long time, shouted in unison: "raise my family name and shake my family''s prestige!" the voice broke through the sky, and the trees around the school yard trembled for a time.

    The annual clan meeting finally kicked off.

    Yang Xuangang was still interested at first, but for a moment, he was sleepy.

    The family meeting of the Yang family is no different from the annual meeting of some companies in previous generations.

    It''s just to sum up the present, look forward to the future, reward some people who have made contributions, and announce some personnel appointments and dismissals.

    After a long ceremony, the play finally came.

    After Yang Qingshan''s brief speech, the high-profile family competition finally began.

    Only three generations of disciples are allowed to participate in the family martial arts competition, and the opponent is determined by drawing lots.

    At the same time, in order to avoid casualties and the loss of family elites in vain, it is forbidden to use dead hands in martial arts competitions, but point to the end.

    After the draw, only a moment later, someone posted the match table.

    Yang Xuan took part in the family competition for the first time, so he didn''t know the rules.

    At this time, looking up, his name is prominently arranged on the 13th, and his opponent is an old acquaintance - Yang Jiaqiang.

    Yang Xuan was also surprised. He didn''t expect to meet Yang Jiaqiang first.

    What he didn''t know was that as soon as the match table came out, when Yang Jiaqiang saw his name lined up with Yang Xuan, his face turned white.

    On that day, Yang Xuan almost killed Yang Gong with seven layers of inner strength. He witnessed it with his own eyes. Now, how dare he compete with Yang Xuan on the same stage?

    "Start the martial arts competition!" with the big manager Yang Yaozheng yelling, the family martial arts competition began at the same time on several already built martial arts competition arenas in the wide school field.

    Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaqiang were assigned to the No. 4 challenge arena. Yang Xuan looked at Yang Jiaqiang, who was white in the opposite face, and his eyes couldn''t help flashing a sense of banter.

    At this time, Yang Jiaqiang was playing drums in his heart. He understood that although he was a famous figure among the three generations of disciples with his cultivation of inner strength, he was different from Yang Xuan.

    You know, on that day, Yang Gong was a cultivation of inner strength, but he was almost tortured and killed by Yang Xuan. The gap in strength can''t be counted in the Tao.

    Although he wanted to admit defeat directly, he knew that if he admitted defeat directly today, he would never be able to lift his head in the Yang family in the future.

    After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly clenched his teeth and was open-minded. Anyway, there are rules for family martial arts competition, so he can''t kill him. It is expected that Yang Xuan will hurt him at most rather than kill him.

    However, if he knew that Yang Xuan had participated in such a contest for the first time, he did not know this provision and did not know how to feel.

    At this time, a lot of people have surrounded the No. 4 challenge arena. Many people want to see why Yang Xuan, a freak who could not cultivate, has become the seventh layer of internal strength at once. Even many second-generation disciples and family elders have set their eyes here.

    Yang Jiaqiang secretly clenched his teeth and suddenly shouted, "Yang Xuan, come on!"

    The loud voice startled many unprepared people.

    In fact, Yang Jiaqiang''s cry is also purposeful. He wants to attract other people''s attention so that Yang Xuan doesn''t dare to kill suddenly.

    Although in this way, he will lose face in full view of the public, it is easier to lose face than to be killed by Yang Xuan.

    He was really frightened by Yang Xuan''s performance that day.

    With a loud drink from Yang Jiaqiang, he took the lead in launching an attack.

    He stamped his foot fiercely, and the whole man jumped up high and punched Yang Xuan from top to bottom.

    Yang Jiaqiang used the fist to achieve ten successes. It was extremely fierce. Before people arrived, the fist stirred the air above the challenge arena and came to his face.

    "OK!" under the challenge arena, many people saw the power of the fist and cheered.

    "Yang Jiaqiang''s fist is as powerful as a tiger. The strength of his whole body echoes each other from a distance. He is deep in the essence of tiger roaring fist. It''s really powerful!" a person under the challenge arena commented.

    "With the cultivation of Yang Jiaqiang''s inner strength on the sixth floor, it''s really rare that this fist can give such a great power!"

    "But I don''t know how Yang Xuan should deal with it?"

    For a time, many people were imagining how to deal with it if they replaced themselves with Yang Xuan.

    When I was thinking like this, suddenly a huge cool voice sounded, and suddenly there was a dead silence under the No. 4 challenge arena. Everyone stared at the challenge arena.

    Those second-generation disciples who watched the war were also shocked and looked at the scene on the challenge arena in disbelief. Even some elders who watched the war secretly had a fierce stare.

    On the challenge arena, the picture was like a freeze frame. Yang Xuan held his right hand high and tightly pinched Yang Jiaqiang''s neck. Yang Jiaqiang was unable to droop. He looked at Yang Xuan with dull eyes, as if he couldn''t believe what he saw in front of him.

    What''s going on?

    Around the challenge arena, countless people gasped fiercely. They don''t know what happened at that moment.

    However, one person knows that it is Yang Jiaqiang.

    When Yang Jiaqiang used all his strength to blast Yang Xuan, he thought that Yang Xuan might escape and beat him down; Or he didn''t hide, but roared at him. Then he sprayed blood and was shot out.

    Yes, the Yang family didn''t expect to take a move under Yang Xuan at all. Yang Xuan''s terror has been deeply imprinted in his heart, even in the depths of his soul, depicting a supreme figure, which always makes him vigilant and afraid.

    However, what he didn''t expect was that when he was about to hit Yang Xuan with his full punch, he suddenly saw a smile on the corner of Yang Xuan''s mouth.

    At that moment, like a slow camera, he clearly saw the smile around Yang Xuan''s mouth, clearly saw Yang Xuan slowly raise his hand and gently pinch it to his throat.

    He can''t hide. He can''t hide at all.

    When Yang Xuan raised his hand, he seemed to feel a hot force around Yang Xuan''s hand. Then, his internal strength seemed to be burned by this force and disappeared in an instant. Then he watched Yang Xuan''s hand gently hold his throat.

    Yang Jiaqiang felt that Yang Xuan''s hand holding his neck was like a red soldering iron. He couldn''t help convulsing. Moreover, he seemed to smell the smell of barbecue. For a moment, the courage that he finally summoned disappeared, and great fear swept him.

    "No, don''t kill... Me!"

    Yang Jiaqiang''s eyes were full of fear and prayer. At this moment, he finally deeply understood Yang Gong''s feelings that day.

    Yang Xuan''s eyes shone brilliantly and deeply pierced into Yang Jiaqiang''s eyes. From it, he saw prayer, fear, bewilderment, awe, and surrender!

    Yang Xuan suddenly wanted to laugh. He had no reason not to laugh. How could he not laugh?

    Who would have thought that Yang Jiaqiang, who looked at him that day as if he were an ant, was now in his hands, but he was like a dog begging for mercy and praying for mercy?

    Feng Shui turns, 30 years east and 30 years West!

    This is power, power! Only boundless power can trample on all those who dare to despise him.

    With a wave of his hand, Yang Jiaqiang was thrown away by Yang Xuan like a dead dog, fell off the challenge arena and made a heavy noise.

    Until then, all the people reacted and screamed one after another.

    "One move? There''s only one move? Am I right?"

    "What happened just now? Who saw it?"

    "Ah, look at Yang Jiaqiang''s neck!"

    A man close to Yang Jiaqiang suddenly exclaimed.

    When they heard the sound, they couldn''t help but another cold sound. They saw a clear hand mark on Yang Jiaqiang''s neck, as if it had been branded.