Transmigrated Son-in-law

As the saying goes, in a battle between experts, whoever exposed a flaw first would lose.    

Qi Jin was also aware of this, so he was extra cautious.    

"Dammit, to fall in the first round is too embarrassing!"    

Pei Yang was also very nervous. F * ck, the field was too small. He couldn't let it go.    

He sighed in his heart.    

Finally, Qi Jin was the first one to make a move. His sharp claws were like a gust of wind!    

Shua shua shua!    

Three continuous claws went straight for Pei Yang's face.    

Pei Yang was still an old man in Division A. Although he didn't have any other skills, his dodging skills were first-rate.    

Facing Qi Jin's attack, he did not panic at all. He stabilized his mind and ignored Qi Jin's hand grasp.    

The two of them continued to fight for around ten minutes. Finally, Qi Jin caught onto Pei Yang's mistake and stepped forward to end the battle with a single blow from Black Tiger Heart.    

"Formidable!" Pei Yang fell to the ground and laughed bitterly.    

"You are also very strong..." Qi Jin praised.    

Everyone was speechless, while Hsing Ming held his forehead speechlessly.    

Everyone could see that the two of them were simply pecking at each other!    

"How is it? Have I improved a lot?" Qi Jin won and showed off to Yang Xuan.    

Yang Xuan nodded and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.    

However, Qi Jin was still able to tell from his face.    

"What are you laughing at?"    

Yang Xuan said with a stern expression, "I think of something happy."    

"Your wife has a child?"    

Yang Xuan nodded subconsciously and then shrugged helplessly.    

"No..."    

Black lines appeared on Qi Jin's forehead. He felt wronged in his heart.    

It really wasn't easy for me to f * cking win the match and get laughed at.    

… ….    

The following matches ended not long after.    

Although many people in Group A had a cultivation base at the sixth level of Qi Refinement, the disparity in actual combat was obvious even if they were at the same cultivation level.    

It seemed that these people in the Lying Dragon were not only consolidating their realms, in terms of actual combat, many of them would even be able to fight someone in the ninth level of Qi Refining.    

Ann was a good example.    

Soon, it was finally Yang Xuan's turn.    

An Xin intentionally took a deep breath and walked up the stage.    

Zhao Wudao's lazy eyes suddenly regained his figure as he stared at the arena.    

Beside him, Hsing Ming smiled as he introduced Yang Xuan to the two professors.    

"This person is Yang Xuan, the one who killed Chiang Tongshen last time when he was dealing with the matter of the clouds."    

"I would like to ask the two professors to help observe if there are any methods to help him increase his cultivation near the day after tomorrow."    

The two professors looked Yang Xuan up and down, then nodded seriously.    

The professor called Dong Zhiyuan said, "Regarding the Lying Dragon, we are duty-bound. Don't worry, Old Fang and I will definitely think of a way to help Lying Dragon produce another talent just like the clouds!"    

Hsing Ming nodded and smiled, "Then many thanks, professors."    

… ….    

In the arena.    

An intended to be unsatisfied with his cultivation level after losing to Yang Xuan and Chiang Tongshen consecutively. Thus, after returning to the Lying Dragon, he only left to eat and sleep. He stayed in the practice room and never came out.    

He believed in the words "Heaven rewards the diligent". In these past few days, he had truly been doing things to make himself stronger.    

"Hah!"    

An Zu suddenly shouted, tearing his shirt and sending it flying.    

Yang Xuan stood on the spot and looked at him without moving.    

It was a little boring. To Yang Xuan, this kind of crushing defeat was not something he could be proud of.    

However, when he saw the fighting intent in An Xin's eyes, Yang Xuan still solemnly made a gesture.    

Just at that moment, An Zu intentionally sprinted over with a speed that was hard for a normal person to see.    

Even Hsing Ming and Zhao Wudao were shocked when they saw An Xin's deliberate manner.    

To think that this fellow had improved so much as well.    

It had been a long time since Hsing Ming saw An Xin's intention to fight, so he was pleased when he saw An Xin's intention to improve.    

With this thought, the situation on the stage changed in the blink of an eye.    

Yang Xuan suddenly moved. The moment An Xin's fist approached him, he disappeared like a ghost in front of everyone's eyes!    

The next second, Yang Xuan was already born on purpose.    

Waving his right hand behind his head, he focused on the flaw that Ann had exposed on purpose.    

An Xin didn't stop her punches, but she felt a cold chill run down her spine like a glacier.    

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if it was being pressed down by a mountain.    

Ann deliberately tried to turn her head, but all she saw was a black shadow!    

With death, with irresistible force.    

In his mind, he kept thinking of ways to deal with it.    

There was only one conclusion.    

Die!    

Following that, the shadow suddenly pressed down on him, unreasonably sweeping away everything in its path.    

Everyone in the field stopped breathing. Hsing Ming suddenly stood up from his chair and stared at Yang Xuan.    

Zhao Wudao's knuckles turned white, and the smile on his face was a little sinister.    

"Very good … Very powerful! "    

Qi Jin opened his mouth in a daze, he didn't know what to say.    

Ann's eyes widened deliberately, and she gave up resisting.    

Soon after, Yang Xuan's face appeared behind the shadow of the fist.    

"Pah!"    

Ann deliberately collapsed to the ground, her heart still palpitating with fear.    

Yang Xuan's fist didn't hit his body.    

The result was clear...    

Yang Xuan smiled and pulled An Xin up from the ground. Then he patted her shoulder and jumped off the stage.    

Ann looked up at the ceiling and smiled wryly.    

"The difference is that great?"    

The feeling Yang Xuan gave him was almost the same as when he was fighting Chiang Tongshen.    

… ….    

"Bang, bang, bang …"    

In the huge stadium, only the sound of Yang Xuan's leather boots hitting the floor remained.    

Everyone looked at this new young man and was shocked by his strength.    

Hsing Ming smiled in satisfaction, "Professors, what do you think of this talent?"    

"It has more potential than the clouds. If its affinity with the Medicine Pill we develop for it is stronger, then it will be our Lying Dragon against our sect's strongest trump card without any accidents."