My Cold and Beautiful Wife

"Brat, you really plan on standing up for that trash? "You\'re courting death..."

Ye Hang coldly snorted. He stretched out his hand and took out a long spear from the weapon rack under the stage.

All weapons in the Large Competition were custom-made by the clan.

"You have two levels of cultivation higher than me. Don\'t be careless. Otherwise, if you were to be defeated by me, you wouldn\'t even have the face to go out and meet people."

"Don\'t worry, the things you\'re talking about can\'t possibly happen," Qi Tong said.

Ye Hang frowned, "What weapon are you using?"

"I don\'t need a weapon to deal with you!" Qitong said contemptuously.

Ye Hang laughed in extreme anger, "Later on, don\'t ask me to stop and go get my weapon. If you hurt our brothers, I will not show mercy!"

"So much talk, hurry up and make your move," Qitong said with a smirk.

Ye Hang\'s expression turned serious as his body started to emit light golden Zhen Yuan. He tapped his feet on the ground and his long spear shot out like a dragon out of the sea, aiming straight for the vital points of Qitong!

The golden primeval essence on Qitong\'s body surged as well, but compared to Ye Hang\'s, his cultivation base was much higher!

After dodging the spear with a flash, Qitong had actually grabbed the spear shaft with his backhand!

Ye Hang was momentarily stunned. He hadn\'t expected Qitong to be so fast! And he had such strength that he was unable to pull the spear away!?

"You only have the bloodline of a Flood Dragon, and I have already become a dragon. My cultivation, and my body\'s strength is far greater than yours. Just what are you going to take to fight me with!?"

Qitong sneered. He grabbed the spear\'s body and struck it towards Ye Hang\'s chest!

However, Ye Hang had an idea. He jumped up and dodged the incoming palm attack. At the same time, he bent his spear!

Relying on the counterforce of the metal body of the spear, he violently broke free of Qitong\'s grip!

As the long spear spun in the air, Ye Hang caught it and swept it away!

Qitong hurriedly dodged!

Ye Yi was closing in on him step by step. His long spear was like ten thousand cold stars in the sky, constantly thrusting forward!

"On the battlefield, cultivation and body do not represent everything! What does a boorish fellow like you know!? "

Seeing Ye Hang take the initiative and suppress the higher cultivation level Qitong, the members of the Ye Clan all had strange looks in their eyes, while cheering nonstop.

It was as if Ye Hang\'s gun had gained eyes from the heavens as it chased after Qitong, continuously attacking, stabbing, slashing, and sweeping.

This technique seemed ordinary, but it had been tested and tested on the battlefield. It was the most effective technique.

Although Qi Tong had the advantage in cultivation, Ye Hang\'s cultivation level allowed him to break through all defenses, forcing him to dodge.

"That\'s right. It seems that the progress of aviation in the military is really very fast!" "Haha …" Ye Zhaoxuan stroked his beard and smiled in satisfaction.

Ye Huang Tu looked proud and a smile appeared on his face.

"It seems like second brother is really going to win!" Second Brother, you can do it! Throw that bad guy, Qitong, off his feet! " Ye Shuangqing was also shouting excitedly.

Ye Fan frowned, thinking to himself, how could it be so easy, he hasn\'t even moved.

At this moment, Qi Tong\'s face darkened as he saw that they\'d arrived at the edge of the arena and was about to be knocked out of the ring.

"Ye!" "At least you have some skill!"

As he retreated, he reached out from the weapons rack below him!

"Clang!"

A five foot long, conventional short blade flew towards the arena, carrying with it a sharp blade aura!

When Ye Hang saw the dagger flying towards him, he had no choice but to dodge backwards!

But in this moment, Qi Tong somersaulted back to the center of the ring, the dagger in his hand.

"I\'ve underestimated you, but you can only stop here!"

As soon as Qi Tongyan finished speaking, he waved the dagger in his hand, and a blade-like aura instantly appeared!

The fan-shaped blade intent carried an unparalleled power and suddenly swept towards Ye Hang!

Suddenly, the pressure on Ye Hang\'s body increased. He could only roll around in a sorry state and dodge two attacks!

"Saber Intent!? "Qitong has comprehended Saber Intent!?"

"This brat actually hid his strength so deeply!?"

Shocked exclamations instantly broke out from the audience. This was the first time on the stage today that a disciple had used a "Concept" technique.

Throughout the past years of the Divine Dragon Tournament, there had been very few youths who had managed to comprehend a Concept.

This was just like how there were many people in the world who could cook and use the same kitchen utensils and ingredients. As for those who could become a imperial chef, how many could there be?

It might have sounded a little bit different, but in reality, it was just like the difference between heaven and earth!

In the judging area, Grand Elder Yao Xing narrowed his eyes and said, "This blade intent looks at the changes and power. It can be counted as Earth Grade sword intent. It has been a long time since the Qi family produced such a young genius."

The other elders nodded as well, looking at him in a new light.

At the same time, the saber-wielding Qitong had already taken the initiative and swung his saber at Ye Hang. He didn\'t even need to move.

A wave of fan-shaped saber formations flew out from various angles like golden light spilling out from the ground!

In the face of Saber Intent, Ye Hang\'s true essence was completely unable to withstand it. He was like a spear that had been struck by a cannon, unable to even come close!

"Haha!" Haha... "Ye, do you people from the Residence of Northern Marquis only know how to run away like scoundrels?!"

Qitong mocked derisively as he brandished his blade, "You said you were going to avenge the Ye Clan\'s trash? With just this little ability? Why don\'t you attack! "

Ye Hang was too tired to dodge. When he thought that he would lose in the first round and lose to Qitong, he couldn\'t accept it!

"Damn it..."

Ye Hang was gnashing his teeth in anger, but he could not find any hope for victory. His cultivation and body were originally inferior to the enemy\'s, but now his fighting skills were completely suppressed. He had no chance of winning!

"Hang!" It\'s done! Come down! " Ji Su panicked and shouted from the side.

"Hang!" "Don\'t try to be brave!" Ye Zhaoxuan, who was standing in the stands, also shouted.

It wasn\'t a disgrace to lose to an opponent like Qi Tong.

Ye Hang naturally heard it as well. Although he was unwilling, he could only recognize the reality before him.

But just as Ye Hang was about to leave, Qitong suddenly exploded!

With another burst of speed, Qitong closed the distance between him and Qitong. His saber slashed down, striking the long spear Ye Hangge had been blocking!

"Clang!"

The long spear was cut in half by the saber intent!

Ye Hang knew things were not going well, and was about to shout out, but before he could do so, he was kicked in the chest by Qi Tong!

"Pfft!"

Ye Hang spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying!

Just as he was about to reach the edge of the arena, Qitong rushed up again and kicked Ye Hang\'s arm from behind!

"Bam!" Ye Hang was once again kicked into the middle of the stage!

Ye Hang screamed miserably. His mouth was full of blood. His ribs and arms were broken!

The faces of the Ye Family members on the sidelines immediately darkened. It was obvious that Ye Hang was about to admit defeat. This was simply revenge, and he was deliberately not going to let Ye Hang admit defeat?

"Trash!" Why aren\'t you admitting defeat!? Why aren\'t you admitting defeat!? " With an evil grin on his face, Qitong kicked Ye Hang in quick succession!

Ye Hang was on the ground screaming as flames almost shot out of his eyes. He originally wanted to give up. However, after being provoked, he clenched his teeth and refused to speak!

"Hang!" The boat! Judge elder! Quick, tell them to stop! " Ji Su Xin cried loudly in the stands.

Ye Huangtu, Ye Zhaoxuan, and the others all had ashen faces. However, they could not go and ask for help like women.

The referee\'s elder still followed the rules. Seeing that Ye Hang was really unable to stand up, he stopped the match.

"Qi Tong wins!"

The elder stepped forward, gesturing for Qitong to stop kicking.

Only then did Qitong click his tongue disinterestedly as he glanced at Ye Hang with a cold smile. He smiled complacently in the direction of the Ye Clan members as he walked down from the ring.

The Ye Family members couldn\'t say anything because this was the rule of the entire history of the family. A loss was a loss, and even if they were humiliated, they could only admit it.