"Click..."

A crisp sound came into his ears. Before the joy on Song Xiaojun's face could be revealed, he felt a violent pain coming into his mind.

"ah……"

The next moment, Song Xiaojun screamed, and his whole body fell backwards instantly, and fell on the ring with a bang.

"Well……"

In the audience, other family disciples who were originally mocking Song Xuan wantonly seemed to be ducks that were pinched by someone's throat. They instantly extinguished their voices, and their faces turned red and turned into pig liver.

Shame, anger, surprised, disbelief, and look flashed one by one...

Especially Song Wenjia in the crowd and the few people around him were all stunned. Then his face looked extremely ugly, and they all clenched their fists and gritted their teeth in anger.

At the same time, the other two martial arts competition disciples on the ring also looked over in surprise. Before they started, the martial arts competition here had already ended.

Especially Song Qi, her eyes widened and she couldn't believe it was true.

Because of Song Tianyou, she had more knowledge about Song Xuan than others, especially her cultivation and strength.

Originally, Song Xuan's breakthrough in cultivation made her a little surprised, but she didn't expect that her strength had improved so much. Is this the Song Xuan she knew?

Not only these family disciples, but even the elders on the high platform seemed a little surprised.

It was not until Song Xiaojun's cry of pain came out that everyone woke up.

"Ah, my hand..."

At this moment, Song Xiaojun was lying on the ring, his face was pale and bloodless, and his forehead was filled with cold sweat. His right hand was seriously injured by Song Xuan's punch, and even a broken bone pierced the flesh and exposed it.

Song Xiaojun trembled all over the body in pain, and he couldn't help but grab his hair with his left hand, trying to relieve the pain.

"Dad, my hands are useless, save me!"

Song Xiaojun is no longer as cruel as before. At this time, he is full of fear on his face. He is still young. If his usual right hand is deposed, his life will be over.

In fact, his injuries are not too serious. For ordinary people, it may be difficult to recover, but he is a warrior.

"Damn it, you dare to take such a heavy hand?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man flew over from the high platform. It was Song Zhize. He appeared in front of Song Xiaojun at the first time and began to treat Song Xiaojun. However, he did not let Song Xuan go, and directly exploded innate momentum and hit Song Xuan like a big wave.

Feeling this momentum, Song Xuan's pupils contracted sharply, and Song Zhize had murderous intent.

"Buzz!"

At the critical moment, the same innate momentum emerged from the high platform and instantly resisted it. At the same time, the dissatisfied voice of the patriarch Song Xingde came, saying, "How is the ego going to attack the younger generation?"

Song Zhize said angrily: "Dad, the competition has been over. This waste actually wants to destroy Jun'er's right hand, he..."

A graceful and luxurious woman also ran over and cried, "Dad, you want to punish this murderer. He actually treated his tribe members..."

"Enough, the ring competition is inevitable, and it's inevitable that you will be injured. Why don't you carry Jun'er to heal your wounds?"

Before he could finish his words, Song Xingde interrupted in a deep voice, looking a little angry. The elder and innate master attacked a family disciple of the second level of spirit refining, and even had murderous intentions. It was too much and embarrassing.

If he hadn't taken action in time, once Song Xuan was killed and spread, he, the patriarch, would have been ridiculed for the rest of his life.

Song Xingde glanced at the other younger generations around him, feeling extremely disappointed. At that moment, no one took action.

It seemed as if he felt the patriarch's gaze, and a group of people subconsciously avoided it and remained silent.

"snort!"

Song Zhize snorted unwillingly, glared at Song Xuan fiercely, then picked up Song Xiaojun and headed towards his own yard. Although Song Xiaojun's injuries were not serious, it would take some time.

"I should have ruined this beast yesterday." Song Zhize only blamed himself for not making up his mind yesterday.

"You are so cruel."

Before Song Xiaojun's mother left, she looked at Song Xuan resentfully, and her murderous intent was boiling.

Song Xuan had no doubt that if no one else was present, the woman would directly kill him.

"Haha, this is the Song family!"

Song Xuan looked at all this silently, and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

At that moment, among all the elders, only the clan leader took action to resist Song Zhize's momentum attack on him. The others, even Song Jianyuan, who is currently managing the family's big and small things, did not take action.

At this moment, Song Xuan was extremely disappointed with the Song family.

"Perhaps, I should leave the Song family. Even if I go out alone to travel around the world, it is better than staying in the Song family."

Song Xuan couldn't help but have such an idea that his future was destined to be brilliant, and a family like the Song family was not worthy of the light on him.

...

On the high platform, after Song Xingde and Song Zhize's family left, they looked at Song Xuan with a complicated expression and said, "Let's go ahead."

Song Jianyuan immediately announced: "In the early group, Song Xuan won the first competition."

"Brother Xuan is mighty."

As a result, the entire square was extremely quiet, with only Song Tianyou cheering for Song Xuan, and the scene was once very awkward.

Fortunately, at this time, the competition between the other two arenas has begun and gradually attracted everyone's attention.

However, even so, many people still looked at Song Xuan from time to time, with a very strange expression.

"Brother Xuan, you're so awesome."

After Song Xuan got off the ring, Song Tianyou hugged Song Xuan and said excitedly: "Just breaking through, I defeated Song Xiaojun with one punch. You know, that guy has a thick skin and thick flesh. Although he is only the second level of spiritual refining, his body is strong, comparable to the third level of spiritual refining. Why did you suddenly become so strong in your body?"

Listening to Song Tianyou's words, the others around couldn't help but stretched their necks and wanted to know the answer.

Song Xuan noticed all this and shook his head and said, "It's nothing, just accumulate strength."

When the talent of Tianxiang Body Refining Skills was improved, Song Xuan refined all the remaining Yuan stones last night, and his physical body naturally made a breakthrough.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be a punch that seriously injured Song Xiaojun.

This answer disappointed others.

Song Tianyou didn't think much about it and smiled: "Haha, it seems that Brother Xuan's entry into the top six this time should be a breeze."

"Hope."

Song Xuan didn't say much, and turned to the game in the later stage.

Song Qi used a sword. Every time he set out a sword, it was a dazzling sword light. Especially Song Qi himself has a talent for fire spirit roots and his vitality is fiery red, so the sword light is extremely beautiful, which caused everyone to cheer for it.

"Come on, Sister Qi, defeat him."

"Sister Qi is amazing..."

...

The one who fought with Song Qi was a nineteen-year-old boy, who also had the seventh level of spiritual refining cultivation.

However, Song Yong stayed at the seventh level of spirit refining for more than half a year. No matter in terms of combat experience or the degree of solidification of the vitality in his body, he was not comparable to Song Qi.

Of course, Song Qi is more talented and stronger in martial arts.

The two fought equally for a moment.

"drink!"

After a while, Song Qi seized an opportunity and took advantage of Song Yong's sideways to avoid his long sword and his chest wide open, his body followed, his left hand pointed like a sword, and a sharp sword light floated on his fingertips, piercing Song Yong's right shoulder.

"My sister, you're fooled."

Unexpectedly, this was a flaw that Song Yong deliberately exposed. He saw Song Yong throwing the long sword directly to the left with his right hand, turning his wrist, and five fingers formed claws. A layer of thick vitality appeared on his five fingers, just like a bear claw, and directly grabbed Song Qi's entire left hand.

With a chirping sound, the sword light exploded in his palm.

Song Yong seemed not injured, and grabbed Song Qi's wrist and then moved forward.

Song Qi's body involuntarily tilted. Taking advantage of this gap, the moment Song Yong caught the long sword with his left hand, he used force to turn his wrist, and directly hit Song Qi's left shoulder with the knife.

The speed is extremely fast between conversions.

Song Qi was defeated instantly.

"I lost."

Song Qi also knew that Song Yong had already shown mercy. Although he was very unwilling to accept it, he also gave in a neat way.

After all, she lacked experience, but after this battle, she learned a lot and looked forward to the next competition.

...

Next, one game after another was usually over, and the ending was usually very fast. After all, the cultivation level was not high, and the vitality in the body was not deep. Even if you wanted to fight the war of attrition, it would not take long.

What's more, the competition is not just one match, there is still one behind it. Therefore, it is usually the only one that stops and will choose to give in if you know you can't win.

Otherwise, once you consume too much or get seriously injured, you will be completely out of the top six.

Soon, it was Song Xuan's turn to play again.

"I admit defeat!"

However, perhaps because of the influence of Song Xuan's previous battle, the opponent in this battle gave in and gave up before he even came on the court.
To be continued...