Chapter 818 Meddling in Other People's Business

Hong Zheng shouted at the two of them: "Why, have you discussed it? We can start."

Chen Xiang looked at Dasheng and asked for his opinion. Dasheng nodded slightly to signal, and then he stood up, stood with his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "Boys who want to compete for places, all stand up."

Many fighters who participated in the trial had no intention of competing at first, but they were afraid of getting hurt or losing face in the competition. Seeing that the method of competition is so simple, they all stood up, huddled together in front of Chen Xiang, and all moved back remove.

Only a few people stood there motionless, with disdain for everyone's behavior.

Yuan Kui stared at Yang Qingxuan, then walked over and stood directly in the front row.

The people in the front row seemed to be a little afraid of him, so they couldn't help but move their positions away from him.

Yang Qingxuan also stepped forward, and under the eyes of everyone, he stood directly at the back of the crowd.

Yuan Kui couldn't help yelling: "If you are afraid of death, get out!"

Yang Qingxuan said with a smile: "Am I afraid that death will take care of your business? Are you really too busy to worry about other people's business?"

Yuan Kui was at a loss for words, and said with a sneer, "I'll do the palm later, hide well, don't die with the first palm."

Dasheng also sneered: "Mo Ting, this is the person you fancy? Hehe, it really embarrasses us ferrymen."

Mo Ting suddenly asked: "Master Da Chang, what level has your Ziyue Dragon Fire Kung Fu practiced to?"

Dasheng was taken aback, not understanding why he asked such a question, and said, "The seventh floor."

Mo Ting asked again: "How many floors are there?"

Dasheng said: "Ninth floor, what, you want to check my supernatural power?"

"No, no, Elder Da Chang misunderstood. May I ask how long it will take for the elder to cultivate to the ninth floor?" Mo Ting asked again.

Dasheng didn't know what he was doing, thought for a while, and then said angrily: "If you are lucky, it will be two hundred years, if you are not lucky, it will be five hundred years."

Mo Ting nodded: "Then you still have time to take care of other people's affairs?"

"you……!"

Dasheng's chest was congested in an instant, and he almost spurted blood, "Okay Mo Ting, hum, just wait to see him make a fool of himself and ferry us to embarrassment!" Then he turned around and ignored him.

Mo Ting turned around with a smile, and looked at Yang Qingxuan, both of them smiled knowingly, tacit understanding.

Chen Xiang's body began to fluctuate with real energy, he stood firm and said coldly, "Are you all ready?"

After finishing the words, he stretched out a hand and flipped it in the air. There was no fancy at all, just an ordinary slap, like a casual flick of his sleeve.

But time and space seemed to stand still, a small black ball was pressed out from under the pale yellow palm, and at the same time, as the palm was pushed forward, the black ball suddenly increased, compressing the surrounding space as much as possible. went in.

The faces of Dasheng and other elders changed drastically, and Hong Zheng was even more surprised: "What the hell is Chen Xiang doing? It was Broken Palm the first time he came up. Is he going to kill all the rookies in the organization?!"

Although everyone was shocked, no one stepped forward to stop them.

The black ball surged to the size of a watermelon under the palm of the hand, and it was pushed out suddenly. With a "bang", the originally bright sea and sky suddenly turned into night.

The momentary upside-down of black and white makes people unable to adapt, but these are not important. What is important is that everyone feels the danger of death under this palm.

Even Yang Qingxuan never felt that he was so close to death!

"Hold it! Be sure to hold it back! It is absolutely impossible to kill!" Yang Qingxuan kept screaming in his heart, but his body did not obey the command. Under this crazy and domineering palm, blue dragon scales began to grow.

Long Wei lingered around his body, resisting the palm power, and only then did he feel much better.

Yang Qingxuan felt strange why, under the pressure of this terrible palm technique, there was a dead silence all around, as if there was no one there. Logically speaking, it should be screaming again and again.

Only then did he realize that the facial features of all the warriors around him were deformed, and they all opened their mouths wide and wanted to shout, but they couldn't, they could only tremble in limbs and trembling all over.

He looked forward, and there was a blood-red color on Yuan Kui's body, and a fierce aura emanated from his body, as if a monster was about to get out of his body, and he even held that palm, even though his face was equally ugly Extreme, but much better than others.

This is just the coercion of a palm, and what followed immediately was a genuine palm wind. With a "bang", accompanied by countless broken sky rules, it shot at everyone.

"what!!--"

A lot of screams rang out all around, more than a dozen or twenty people spurted blood, all flew out, and fell into the sea far away, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

Yang Qingxuan trembled all over, and there was a "creaking" squeezing sound from the dragon scales, as if they were about to be broken. He performed the kung fu of a thousand catties, and his feet were pressed against the ground like tree roots, pushed by the palm wind. After sliding more than thirty feet away, two deep marks appeared on the ground, directly sinking into his knees.

But the rest of the people were not so lucky, those who didn't fall into the sea, all rolled on the ground, slipped a long way, and all fell badly.

A light flashed in Mo Ting's eyes, and then he returned to normal.

Dasheng and the others were also horrified. There were more than thirty people, those who were buried in the soil, those who flew into the sea, and those who were still standing at this moment, there were only seven people left.

Dasheng frowned even more, his face darkened. Yang Qingxuan, who was originally standing at the back, now stood at the front, one step ahead of Yuan Kui.

The remaining five people couldn't stand the palm wind and were slid to the back.

Under this palm, it is enough to see the superiority.

Yuan Kui was also shocked and angry. He was one step behind Yang Qingxuan, and he was at the front at the beginning. Although he had the heaviest palm force, judging from the result, he still lost to Yang Qingxuan.

Hong Zheng laughed loudly and said, "Haha, the result is already out, so there's no need to act any more?"

Dasheng said coldly: "There are seven people standing, which eye of yours can see the result?"

Hong Zhengdao: "From their positions, we can see the depth of their strength."

Except for Yang Qingxuan and Yuan Kui who were in front of the comparison, there were three more people in the middle, and the last two almost reached the sea, with the waves lapping at their feet, both of them looked ashamed and lonely.

Dasheng said: "How can there be such a statement? Yang Qingxuan was originally standing at the back. Wouldn't it be unfair to compare positions?"

Hong Zheng said angrily: "Then what are you talking about? Do you want Chen Xiang to strike again?"

Dasheng snorted coldly, "Why not?"

Hong Zheng stared at him coldly, snorted, put his hands on his chest, and said, "It's up to you."

Judging from the result of the slap just now, there is absolutely no problem for Yang Qingxuan to win, even if he slaps again, he will definitely win.

Dasheng winked slightly at Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang's eyes trembled slightly, then regained his composure, and looked ahead coldly.