Chapter 110: Three gongs

On the mountain peak behind the Wang family, two figures criss-crossed and flashed quickly. The two fought into a ball, and sword shadows, bursting out of them, a surging wave of air spreading and gusts of wind.
In a twinkling of an eye, the two had already fought dozens of moves, but their cultivation bases were similar. For a while, it was difficult to tell the winner.
Under the battlefield, the royal family members watched the battle on the battlefield in excitement and nervousness one by one, and made a loud chuckle from time to time.
The elders sitting in the crowd all smiled and nodded constantly.
The Wang family has reached this generation, but its strength has skyrocketed. The young generation has amazing potential, and one after another has emerged. It seems that these family elders have seen the power of the Wang family soon.
On the high platform, Wang Lufeng’s expression gradually calmed down, and a gratified smile appeared on his thin face. The young disciple of this generation was more powerful than he expected, only five or six battles. He saw the two outstanding juniors, and he had already begun to think about whether he wanted to increase the number of ancestor disciples.
"Brother Feng, I heard that a beautiful young man appeared in your Wang family not long ago. Even you were shocked. I wonder if you can be among the candidates for this selection?" Hong Peng watched the Wang family take the stage one by one. As a teenager, compared with the younger generation in his own family, his expression was slightly moved.
It was just the ten-odd people who just came to power, he found a young man who was no less than the Hong Yao of the Hong family, which made him not only worried about the future of the Hong family.
He remembered a piece of news from the Wang family before, and couldn't help but started to inquire. If there really is such a young man, it would be really amazing.
As the ancestors of a clan, if the Fu hadn't reached the extreme level, it would no longer be worthy of their attention. The ordinary talented family would naturally cultivate it carefully, and they would not need to come forward.
"Your child is Haochen?" Wang Lufeng couldn't help showing a gloomy face, and then said faintly: "He is dead!"
"Dead?" Hong Peng was a little dazed. He didn't think there was such a young man, and the Wang family hadn't fully protected him, so he died.
"As a cultivator, life and death are normal. When he is dead, he can only blame others for not being a strong man." Wang Lufeng said calmly.
Although he feels a little pity in his heart, and he also knows that someone in the family must have acted secretly. Wang Haochen's death is a bit strange, but in his eyes, the living talents are the real talents. They die, never again. What's the point of investigating it, it can only deplete the strength of the family.
revenge?
That's even more ridiculous. There are tens of thousands of people in the family. If anyone dies and asks him to avenge him, then he will not be exhausted.
He just remembered the bandits of Yinshan in his heart. Whenever there is a suitable opportunity to do it, he will not hesitate to make one shot, but it is also to show the majesty of the Wang family.
"Wang Shibi! Wang Jingliang!"
After the match was over, the beneficiary had just been carried down, and in the majestic voice of Elder Wu Ge, two names were spit out again.
The two silhouettes shot out from the crowd at an extremely fast speed. As soon as Elder Wu Ge's voice fell, the two had already stood on the platform.
Wang Shibi was young and well-groomed. He had been living outside these years, and he had probably seen a lot of big scenes. Standing on the battlefield, he was not nervous at all, he was calm, and he was full of boldness.
Wang Shibi is the great-grandson of the three elders, and he has extraordinary gifts. Elder Wu Ge will give him face and nod slightly.
This is already extremely rare. Although it was a selection battle for the ancestors' disciples, the people who came up were all talents.
Compared with Wang Shibi, Wang Jingliang looked a bit inferior. Standing on the battlefield, there was a nervous expression in his expression, and he was full of heart when he walked around.
In fact, he is not to blame. He has been living in the Wang family. Since entering the rear realm, he has not fought against anyone in the same realm. Moreover, Wang Shibi is exposed to a huge pressure, like a huge rock, to death. There is no room for him to resist.
Wang Shibi's cultivation base has reached the seventh level of the rear realm, but he has just doubled in the rear realm. This huge gap makes the two of them incomparable.
"You give up, it can save you from the suffering of flesh and skin." Wang Shibi carried his hands on his back, with a trace of arrogance on his face, and said to Wang Jingliang.
Wang Jingliang was also aggrieved in his heart. Among the candidates who participated in the selection of Zutang disciples, his cultivation was almost the weakest. He did not intend to win the position of Zutang disciples, that is, he wanted to be in front of all the clansmen. He tried his best to earn some face and status in the family, but he didn't think that he was like a mold. He was one of the weakest, and he actually encountered the strongest person who was supposed to be the one who participated in the war.
There is no hope at all, there is no chance of World War I, the gap is too big.
In fact, this is not a question of luck at all, it is all arranged by the family.
In order to avoid those in the family who really met at the beginning, they would fight hard when they came up, affecting the subsequent battles, so the battle order was determined after the family elders studied.
The talents were divided into two batches. The first batch had some hope of winning the ancestral discipleship, while the latter batch was almost hopeless. The two batches fought against each other, and Wang Jingliang belonged to the latter batch. Wang Shibi was the top of the previous group.
This avoids internal friction to the utmost and saves time in battles. Evenly matched battles are difficult to see unless someone hides their strength.
"I... admit defeat!" Wang Jingliang lowered his head extremely unwillingly, showing a lonely look on his body.
"Wang Shixuan! Wang Mingyuan!"
After Wang Shibi and Wang Jingliang jumped off the stage, Wu Ge elder said two more names without stopping, and they were the candidates for the next battle.
Wang Shixuan held the Wu Yi sword and stood quietly beside Feng Qi with his eyes closed. Hearing his name, his eyes suddenly opened, and a dark red color flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Wang Shixuan was also one of the talents who emerged in this ancestral disciple selection battle. No one thought that after he lost to Wang Haochen in the Underworld, he broke through to the back realm without making a sound in just a few months, and his cultivation level It has also reached the fourth level of the rear stage.
However, among the people who participated in the selection of Zutang disciples this time, Hou Jing Si Zhong was not too eye-catching, and only attracted a few people's attention.
"Xuan'er, nothing can be lost this time!" Feng Qi turned to look at Wang Shixuan, and said in a cold voice.
"Mother, rest assured, the child will definitely win the ancestral discipleship!" Wang Shixuan said in a small bow.
Wang Shixuan's determined tone immediately attracted dozens of eyes from sitting. Those people were all sitting nearby. There were elders and strong people...they were not low in status.
"Feng Qi forced Shixuan too hard. With his four-fold cultivation base, there is no hope even if he works hard." The elders secretly shook their heads.
"Is this guy crazy, because of his strength, he still wants to win the only place?" Of course, some people showed disdain.
Wang Shixuan strode forward and walked slowly to the bottom of the battle platform, before he jumped onto the battle platform, causing the Wu Ge elders waiting on the battle platform to frown slightly. Fortunately, Wu Ge elders and Feng Qi still have some friendship. He resisted the attack.
Wang Shixuan was dressed in a dark red armor, holding the Wu Yi sword in his hand, and his breath was condensed. After he took the stage, he stood in place without even looking at his opponent
Wang Shixuan is the second batch of candidates behind, and Wang Mingyuan is the first batch. He was designated as the seed player by the elder of the family. His cultivation is not weak, and he has five levels of cultivation. He saw Wang Shixuan daring to ignore him. , His face flashed with anger suddenly.
"Start!"
Elder Wu Ge said softly and then backed away.
Wang Shixuan's eyes suddenly lifted, and then he was still step by step, and walked straight towards Wang Mingyuan.
"Wang Shixuan, you are arrogant!" Wang Mingyuan couldn't hold back anymore, he whispered, and squeezed his palm. The powerful elemental strength immediately gathered in his hands. He stepped forward, rushed out, and rushed towards Wang Shixuan.
With this punch, he has already used his most powerful martial arts, the Xuan-level top grade Gang Thunder Fist, and what he is using now is the most powerful stroke among Gang Thunder Fists. Once it hits the opponent, the punch The force will explode like a thunder, with terrifying destructive power.
Wang Shixuan's eyes were deep, and the dark red color was swimming, he seemed to be completely unable to see the horror of Wang Mingyuan's move, and he still stepped slowly.
"You asked for it!" Wang Mingyuan roared, and the power in his fist skyrocketed again.
"boom"
The fist pierced the air, like a muffled thunder rolling by, and the momentum was amazing.
There was a sneer at the corner of Wang Shixuan's mouth, and then raised his left hand, Wang Mingyuan, who was not eager, grabbed it.
"Boom!"
The fists meet, and the powerful force passes through the air.
"Huh?" Wang Mingyuan's face suddenly changed in shock.
But before he could react, a terrifying force suddenly appeared on Wang Shixuan's palm. With the palm of his hand, his body could not help but spin and flew up. Wang Shixuan's eyes widened as he watched. The right leg wearing the boots slowly kicked over, not fast, but he had no room for dodge.
How could this happen, I have the five levels of cultivation base in the rear realm, which is one level higher than him, how could I lose to him?
How could his power be so great?
The face in Wang Mingyuan's eyes was filled with surprise.
"boom!"
That foot kicked with a terrifying force on Wang Mingyuan's belly, making his face flushed instantly, and then flew out of the battle platform like a fog, before landing, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was in a coma. past.
"Wang Shixuan Sheng!" Elder Wu Ge also looked at Wang Haochen with a look of surprise, but he still announced loudly.
This son is clearly not high, why is the combat power so terrifying?
Elder Wu Ge thought that the two would fight for a while, but he didn't expect that the battle would be over as soon as he retreated.
It was too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to stop Wang Shixuan's foot from hurting people.
Wang Shixuan bowed to the elder Wu Ge, and walked slowly towards the bottom of the battle platform. The audience was quiet, and no one was talking about anything.
"Next game, Wang Haochen! Wang Shihui!" Elder Wu Ge said loudly.
"Wang Haochen?" A whispering voice suddenly rang from the audience.
"Isn't he dead, how can he participate in the selection battle?" Some people wondered.
(End of this chapter)