A spot on the arena stage.
"Brother, do you think he is our brother Fei Long?" Tang Ya tugged on Tang Feng's arm, asking repeatedly.
Just now, she had suspected it because the voice seemed similar. However, in her impression, Yang Fei Long was gentle and refined, and no one knew his name, so she had not dared to believe that the person was Yang Fei Long.
But with this effortless crushing of Yang Qing Yun in one move, among the people they knew, only Yang Fei Long seemed capable of doing it.
"The more I look, the more he seems like it. But when did Fei Long become like this?" Tang Feng said with some uncertainty.
The main reason was that the style had changed too much, making it hard to believe.
Of course, this was also because they had never seen Yang Fei Long's unrestrained side, and after all, they had only met Yang Fei Long twice at most.
As for Tang Ya being infatuated with Yang Fei Long, it was only because she had been saved by Yang Fei Long at the time, and then had her wounds healed by him. Coupled with Yang Fei Long's handsomeness and abilities, she had fallen for him.
To say they were madly in love with each other, that was not the case. Perhaps it was because she thought of him every day, and it became an obsession?
Yang Qing Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face filled with bewilderment. Had he lost just like that? If not for the pain in his body proving this was not a dream, he would have really thought he was dreaming, because he was completely stunned by Yang Fei Long.
Yang Fei Long blew on his fist and said, "Is that all?"
This "Is that all?" greatly angered the Yang family members.
"Brat, don't be too arrogant. I'll fight you!" The next moment, a figure leaped onto the stage. The person was Yang Ping Chuan, a member of the Yang family's third generation.
Ranked seventh.
Thirty-seven years old, with a cultivation of the early stage of the Ba Wu Realm. He was a prominent figure among the Yang family's middle generation. Although there was a considerable gap between him and Yang Ping Tian, he was still one of the Yang family's top combat forces!
Only when one's cultivation broke through to the Ba Wu Realm could they be called a top combat force. Of course, the absolute top combat force was undoubtedly Yang Ping Tian.
"Take out your weapon!" Yang Ping Chuan sneered.
"To deal with you, I don't need a weapon!" Yang Fei Long said indifferently.
"You..." Yang Ping Chuan's face turned red, he was almost furious. "I'd like to see how powerful you are without a weapon!"
Buzz!
The next moment, a long spear stabbed towards Yang Fei Long. As fierce as a dragon, Yang Ping Chuan, holding a long spear, thrust it at Yang Fei Long, as if a dragon was roaring and shaking the surroundings.
From this move, one could see how angry he was.
Yang Fei Long's eyes were like torches, and his figure flashed. He shot out his right hand and, ignoring the terrifying power emanating from the spear, directly grabbed the spear tip. Seeing this, countless onlookers gasped. What kind of ferocious strength was this? To do such a thing? Wasn't he afraid of the spear tip piercing his palm?
Yang Fei Long did not, of course, catch it with his bloody hand. His palm was infused with two types of energy. With a fierce grab, the violent qi immediately shattered. With a sudden upward flick, Yang Ping Chuan was lifted up. The next moment, Yang Fei Long, holding the spear tip, gave it a fierce shake. The power was incredibly fierce!
Yang Ping Chuan's face changed greatly. He wanted to grip the spear handle, but the terrifying power made his palm go numb. Then, losing his grip, Yang Fei Long directly snatched the spear away!
With the spear snatched from his hand, Yang Ping Chuan had no time to panic before he saw the spear being swung at him.
Yang Ping Chuan didn't even have time to dodge because the spear was coming too fast!
With a bang.
Yang Ping Chuan spat blood and was sent flying backward. No, he was swept away. Seeing this, everyone present was dumbfounded.
"Yang Ping Chuan also lost?"
"A cultivator in the early stage of the Ba Wu Realm was disarmed and forcefully defeated with his bare hands. What kind of combat power is this?"
"So young, and so terrifying? What kind of golden turtle son-in-law has Miss Xiao found?"
"Amazing, even I, who am in the middle stage of the Ba Wu Realm, don't feel like I could do that!"
"His cultivation is not simple. I fear it has reached the late stage of the Ba Wu Realm, or even the peak of the Ba Wu Realm!"
"This way, it's understandable why the Xiao family so readily refused the Yang family's marriage proposal. Such a peerless genius will likely break through to the Innate Realm in no time!"
"The Yang family has kicked an iron plate!"
"Speaking of which, who is this young man? Does anyone know him?"
"No! He's wearing sunglasses and a cowboy hat, so I can't see his face!"
The Yang family members all had ugly expressions. It was one thing for Yang Qing Yun to be defeated, as they were all young, and losing was normal, especially when the other party was more outstanding. But now, even Yang Ping Chuan, a proud member of their third generation, had been defeated. This person was Yang Ping Tian's cousin.
Yang Ping Tian ranked third in the clan, and he was seventh!
"Patriarch Yang, your son lost, your nephew lost. Why don't you come up and try!" Yang Fei Long casually waved and tossed the spear down to Yang Ping Chuan, who was by the arena. The spear pierced the ground straight, its handle vibrating as if mocking the Yang family.
The Yang family members' faces were extremely unsightly.
Now, who would dare to step up with confidence to defeat this young man? Only Yang Ping Yu, and two elders from the second generation. It was inappropriate for the latter two to act, as they were too old. In comparison, their patriarch, although also inappropriate, was being repeatedly called out. If he didn't act, others might think he was afraid.
Of course, besides these three, the only ones confident of defeating Yang Fei Long were the Yang family's Old Ancestor Yang Kai Tai and Yang Ping Tian. The former was almost ninety years old, so it was inappropriate for him to act. Yang Ping Tian was in the Innate Realm. For a young junior to fight an Innate Realm expert? That would be embarrassing!
Therefore, after much consideration, Yang Ping Yu felt that it was most appropriate for him to step forward. His figure flashed, and he leaped onto the stage.
"Junior, do you really think my Yang family has no one? We just don't want to bully the younger generation!" Yang Ping Yu looked at Yang Fei Long with a sinister expression. No matter what, he had to suppress Yang Fei Long here today.
"Stop with the nonsense and let's fight!" Yang Fei Long said indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, a long sword appeared in his hand.
Seeing this, both Yang Ping Yu and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This kid was finally using a weapon.
Using a weapon meant his combat power was not overwhelmingly strong. Just like Yang Kai Tai dealing with Yang Ping Yu, he didn't need a weapon. That would require a difference of a whole major realm!
"You... Insolent brat, I'll teach you how to behave!" Seeing Yang Fei Long's impatience, as if he was trying to swat away a fly, Yang Ping Yu was furious.
"Then let's see if you have the ability!" A cold smirk appeared on Yang Fei Long's lips.
Boom!
The next moment, the two of them made their move, and the result once again shocked countless people!
Because in just one round, Yang Ping Yu was knocked out of the arena with a single sword strike.
Not only that, but Yang Ping Yu also had a wound on his body, which looked quite deep. Although it was not a particularly serious injury, it looked severe, but it was only an external wound.
However, defeating a strong expert in the peak Ba Wu Realm in one move still stunned countless people.
This young man? A Venerable Martial Realm expert?
A Venerable Martial Realm expert at such a young age?
What kind of divine son-in-law has the Xiao family found?????
Of course, here, "divine" was a positive term, not a derogatory one.