Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Just then, Zhou Fangyu, also from the Youxie Division, came over.

He turned to the side, his lips almost touching Yi Yang's ear as he whispered:

"She is most likely bluffing."

Upon hearing this, Yi Yang turned his head to look at him.

Zhou Fangyu lowered his voice and explained:

"I've been in the Youquan Division for so long, and the candidates for chief inspector of the Punishment Division have changed several times, but I've never heard of Xiao Yunhe being a True Gang Realm cultivator."

Last month, someone sparred with her at the martial arts hall. The opponent's assessment was that she had reached the third level of perfect inner energy cultivation, but was still a little short of the True Qi Realm, clearly indicating that she hadn't overcome that hurdle.

His gaze was fixed on the woman on the stage, and he said in a deep voice:

"Her current behavior is probably an attempt to intimidate people with her courage and reputation, and get a token for free."

Zhou Fangyu clenched his fist, turned to look at Yi Yang with piercing eyes, and said:

"I'll go test its quality."

Sensing that something was wrong with the other person, Yi Yang opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But Zhou Fangyu has already taken that step.

He took long strides, walking from the queue to the ring in just a few steps.

He leaped directly onto the stage and landed steadily.

"Zhou Fangyu, candidate for Chief Inspector of Youquan Division."

Zhou Fangyu clasped his hands in a fist salute to Xiao Yunhe and smiled, saying:

"Since Miss Xiao has taken the initiative to challenge me, I will respectfully accept."

Xiao Yunhe looked at him, her lips twitching slightly. As if struck by a thought, she didn't waste any words and spoke directly:

"bring it on."

Pei Zongyue glanced at the scene from the high platform, but did not stop them. He simply nodded to the person beside him.

The first match of the day begins.

Zhou Fangyu made the first move.

His movements were swift, clearly demonstrating a superior martial art. He took three steps and closed the distance to Xiao Yunhe, then slashed out with his right fist, his inner energy condensing on his fist, creating a whooshing sound.

Facing Zhou Fangyu's powerful strike, Xiao Yunhe simply turned to the side to dodge, and at the same time slashed back with her palm.

The two exchanged four or five blows close to the ring, with Zhou Fangyu getting more and more comfortable with each move.

His mastery of the third level of internal energy perfection was no joke; his meridians were filled with internal energy, and every punch he threw carried a penetrating force.

On the sixth move, Zhou Fangyu's punch swept across Xiao Yunhe's shoulder, scattering her hair ribbon.

Her black hair fell loose over her shoulders.

Some people in the audience cheered.

Yi Yang did not call out.

Because his mental power caught the fleeting glimpse in Xiao Yunhe's eyes.

It's not panic.

It is a state of being well-prepared and at one's leisure.

really.

On the seventh move of their exchange.

Xiao Yunhe took a step back and spread her arms.

Suddenly, a powerful surge of qi burst forth from her body, spreading outwards along the fascia.

The layer of protective energy condensed on his body, blowing his scattered black hair up.

True Qi Realm!

But Zhou Fangyu had already thrown a punch, which collided head-on with that burst of energy.

His expression changed instantly; it was too late to stop his attack and dodge.

Xiao Yunhe tucked his right fist to his waist and twisted his hips.

He threw a punch.

The qi wrapped around his fist and went directly to Zhou Fangyu's chest, the force penetrating his physical defenses.

"Bang!"

Zhou Fangyu, who was hit, flew three zhang away and crashed on the edge of the ring. He slid two steps before he was able to regain his balance.

He knelt on one knee, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his arm trembling.

Xiao Yunhe withdrew her fist, stood still, tucked her loose hair behind her ear, and said in a calm tone:

Is anyone else here?

The audience fell silent upon seeing this. They never expected that Xiao Yunhe, a powerful expert in the True Qi Realm, would be so careful in hiding his strength.

As Yi Yang watched this scene, he mentally marked the name "Xiao Yunhe" for emphasis.

This woman.

It was all an act from beginning to end.

She deliberately let Zhou Fangyu gain the upper hand for a few moves, making everyone think that she was indeed only at the third level of internal energy, and then she decided the outcome with one punch.

Her goal was not to win against Zhou Fangyu.

Instead, it completely dissuaded everyone who was still observing from taking the stage.

After an incense stick burned out, Xiao Yunhe successfully obtained the token.

Five remain.

Zhou Fangyu slowly walked down from the stage, clearly seriously injured. This was the suppression of the Inner Qi Realm by the True Qi Realm.

He walked up to Yi Yang, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a bitter smile:

"I really misjudged him."

Yi Yang handed over a piece of cloth.

Zhou Fangyu took it, wiped his mouth, and lowered his voice to say:

"Don't rush up there. Among those other forces, there might be True Qi Realm experts who haven't shown up yet."

Let them use up a few tokens first, then we'll figure out a way to get the last three. By then, the chances of reaching the Inner Qi Realm will be much higher.

Yi Yang did not immediately respond to this suggestion.

His gaze swept from the stage to the audience, and then back from the audience to the high platform.

Lu Quan'an was still drinking tea.

Yan Wuyuan leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest, showing no reaction to the defeat of her subordinates.

During his month-long seclusion, Yi Yang used the Yi Wood True Qi to cultivate 60% of the body's refinement, and he also mastered the Four Symbols Six Harmonies Blade technique.

His current fighting strength is certainly safe enough to hold onto until the last few tokens.

But what is the price of being cautious?

When it comes to the last three, the opponents that can come up will only be stronger.

The young man with the sword from Xuanjian Pavilion hasn't made a move yet, and Jinyang Temple hasn't made a single action either.

and.

Yi Yang thought of the look in Yan Wuyuan's eyes before she left.

That look that says, "Are you kidding me?"

He sighed inwardly.

Having kept it hidden for more than half a year, it's time to show our strength openly and generously.

"Brother Zhou," Yi Yang patted Zhou Fangyu on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Um?"

"I appreciate your kind words."

Yi Yang untied the tiger's roar from his back and held the 72-pound heavy sword in his hand.

Zhou Fangyu was stunned.

"you……"

Yi Yangchong smiled and said:

"Maybe I'll get lucky and no one will go on stage?"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already moved.

With a flick of his wrist, Yi Yang's figure swept out from the ranks of Youquan Division and landed in the center of the arena within a few breaths.

The 72-pound Tiger Roar sword stood upright in front of him, its tip pressed against the table.

A strange old man with a full head of black hair and an aged face stood before everyone.

Upon seeing Yi Yang step onto the stage, the murmurs in the training ground suddenly tripled in volume.

"Who is that?"

"The Ghost Spring Division? Wasn't that one who got knocked down just now also from the Ghost Spring Division?"

Zhou Fangyu stood below the stage, still clutching the piece of cloth in his hand. When he saw Yi Yang rush onto the stage, his mouth was agape.

On the high platform, Yan Wuyuan saw that figure and stopped tapping the armrest.

She sat up slightly, a smile curving her lips.

Yi Yang gripped the Tiger Roar fist tightly, glanced at the twenty or so people below the stage, and then said loudly:

"Yi Yang, candidate for Chief Inspector of Youquan Division."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard across the training ground.

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