I got the scarlet blood at the beginning.

The two sides of the battle were in chaos.

Chen Sending looked at the figure in the center of the field, and a deep shock flashed through his heart.

"It turned out to be him! It turned out that the "dark horse" who obtained the qualification for the sect election was Fang Yu?"

Chen Sending has now successfully broken through to the official level with 84 blood beads as the foundation, and his strength has greatly improved compared to the trial.

However, his strength is still not enough for him to participate in the qualification for the sect election.

In the Chen family alone, there are several family members whose talents and strength are superior to his.

Since even they did not compete for this quota, Chen Sending would naturally not make trouble for himself.

Of course, although he has self-knowledge and knows that he is destined to miss those rumored sects,

But as a passionate young man, he naturally yearned to become a member of the sect.

As a result, today, he found that the place he longed for was actually in Fang Yu's pocket, and his mood was inevitably a little complicated.

Originally, he planned to go to Yunchuan No. 9 Middle School to find Fang Yu in a while, wanting to compete with him again.

However, now it seems that he does not have this opportunity.

It is said that as long as you participate in the sect election, even if you do not become a member of the sect in the end, your strength will be greatly improved.

When Fang Yu returns from the sect election, his strength will certainly be different from the past, and it will be difficult for him to surpass him in a short time.

Although he still felt unwilling, Chen Senting did not feel too frustrated and sad.

He did not hate Fang Yu, on the contrary, he admired him very much.

As a civilian warrior, Fang Yu must have paid more than a warrior from a big family to get to this point.

And he always believed that as long as he worked hard enough, one day his strength would surpass Fang Yu.

However, despite his admiration, Chen Senting did not think Fang Yu would be Yang Gong's opponent.

After all, Fang Yu was only an apprentice-level warrior a few months ago, and he only mastered the low-level martial arts.

Even the perfect-level non-entry-level martial arts are at most close to those low-level martial arts that have reached the minor success stage.

Moreover, this is still a low-level martial art of average quality.

The Yang family's Thunder Fist is also an extremely excellent existence among low-level martial arts.

In the official martial arts rating, it is rated as a 3-star low-level martial art.

Martial arts of this quality will never appear on the market, and ordinary people will never be able to get in touch with it.

The corresponding official rating for ordinary low-level martial arts is only 1 star.

From the perspective of power alone, the entry-level proficiency level of the Thunder Fist is more powerful than most perfect-level non-entry-level martial arts.

Of course, the difficulty of mastering this kind of martial arts is also higher than that of ordinary martial arts.

It is said that Yang Gong's Thunder Fist has been practiced for a whole year, and now it has reached the minor success stage, with extremely terrible power.

On the other hand, Fang Yu, in such a short time, can be regarded as an amazing comprehension if he can practice a 1-star low-level martial art to minor success.

In comparison, Fang Yu's chances of winning are very slim.

However, although Chen Senting is not optimistic about Fang Yu, it does not mean that no one at the scene believes that Fang Yu can win.

Among them is Yang Xiaomeng.

Although she is very clear about the strength of Young Master Yang Gong and knows that he is one of the best people in the young generation of the Yang family.

But for some reason, she is inexplicably full of confidence in Fang Yu.

It seems that the young man in front of him has the magic power to break all possibilities.

At this time, on the third floor of the hall, Zhou Dezhong and the heads of several major families in Yunchuan City are quietly watching the hall.

"Yang Lao San, today is the departure ceremony, how can you indulge your kid's nonsense!"

An old man with white hair showed a trace of displeasure on his face and said to the person in charge of the Yang family in the crowd.

"Old Nie Tian, ​​it is not normal for young people to be a little angry. When you were young, you also had a temper that made trouble everywhere. You still have the nerve to say that to the younger generation!"

"Yang Lao San, you!"

Nie Tian blew his beard and glared, obviously angry at this.

"What do you mean you? If you, Nie Tian, ​​were not disrespectful to the elderly, you would have used your old face to go around and arrange the last seed quota for your Nie Jingyun! Yang Gong would not have done this!"

"Humph, nonsense, how is Nie Jingyun not better than Yang Gong..."

"Stop arguing, I can understand that young people are angry, but you are all old, are you still so impatient?"

A calm and steady voice came from the front, it was Zhou Dezhong who spoke.

The voice was not loud, but

But it was very effective. Nie Tian and the other two, who were originally hostile to each other, shut up instantly.

However, Yang Changyu, the third son of the Yang family, looked at Zhou Dezhong with a hint of dissatisfaction and resentment.

'Hmph, I want to see where you can put your face if Yang Gong beats the guy you like!

A pariah dares to touch my Yang family's things! '

Yang Changyu has checked Fang Yu's information and knows all the details of the other party.

He doesn't think that a lowly commoner without parents will be Yang Gong's opponent.

Although he couldn't make Zhou Dezhong give up the quota, if the person he Zhou Dezhong liked was not as good as others in a fair duel and was accidentally beaten and disabled.

Then this quota, will Zhou Dezhong, the old man, still have the nerve to hold it in his hands?

The onlookers had different thoughts, and the two people in the hall had already started the confrontation.

Yang Gong seemed to have transformed into thunder, with a mighty force on his body. With every move, a large amount of Qi and blood seemed to have transformed into violent thunder, surging around him.

"Boom!"

The Thunder Fist is about the perfect combination of speed and strength. The boxing technique has its own body technique. The combination of the two can exert powerful superimposed damage.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the air in the hall seemed to be shaken.

Even the marble tiles on the ground were crushed by Yang Gong, and countless broken stones splashed in all directions, smashing the tables and chairs in the hall.

And some unlucky family members were affected, with wounds on their bodies.

And Fang Yu just stood there, quietly looking at Yang Gong in front of him.

Just when this fierce attack was about to hit Fang Yu, Fang Yu moved.

He also raised his fist, wrapped in Qi and blood, and fiercely faced Yang Gong's Thunder Fist.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the field suddenly widened their eyes, as if they were shocked by Fang Yu's behavior.

"Is this guy crazy? He actually dared to take the Thunder Fist head-on!"

"It's ridiculous. I thought this guy could do something amazing, but he's just a fool."

"Is he going to die? Even if he is a first-level warrior, he will die if he takes this move head-on!"

Some timid family members even closed their eyes, as if they didn't want to see this cruel scene.

And Jin Zhu, who was not worried about Fang Yu at first, was suddenly worried at this moment.

'Why didn't Fang Yu draw his sword? Even if I didn't dare to take this attack head-on, how could he? '

Yang Xiaomeng clenched her fists tightly, and stared at Fang Yu, very worried that her idol senior would be injured.