The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

His eyes turned to the fighting arena below.

Although the Gu clan member had knocked the Mu clan member out of the ring and won his first victory, he also had a lot of injuries on his body, was in a daze, and lost the ability to fight again.

A group of younger members of the ancient clan cheered and rushed onto the stage, throwing the victorious member of the ancient clan high into the air.

As if welcoming a returning hero, everyone was in high spirits and led him off the stage.

On the other hand, the herdsmen were all silent, with gloomy expressions.

I can lose to anyone except the Ancient Clan!

The young master from aristocratic family on the third floor saw this.

He leaped forward with a graceful posture.

He fell lightly from the air onto the arena.

"How brave!"

The young man from the ancient clan who boasted that he could defeat many heroes with one hand laughed twice and jumped from the second floor.

He fell heavily onto the arena.

The two men faced each other from a distance, their fighting spirit burning.

On one side is a noble young man from a cultivation family in the Eastern Divine Territory, and on the other side is a member of an ancient tribe in the Southern Martial Territory who believes that force can defeat skill.

The former focuses on Taoism and lacks the development of the physical body; the latter advocates the supremacy of force and believes that one can make a name for themselves with fists.

They are two completely different paths.

The young man from the ancient clan who stepped onto the stage was also a talented member of the ancient clan.

As a genius, he naturally has a certain degree of arrogance and disdains to be a villain who bullies the emperor by taking advantage of his power.

"I can see that you and I are both cultivators in the Tuoyuan realm."

"The rules of the arena are very unfavorable to you!"

"Even if you're at the third level and I'm at the second level, if a real fight breaks out, I won't be able to use all the magic I'm so proud of, and I'm doomed to lose."

He hooked his finger at the young master from the aristocratic family across from him and said, "I won't bully you either. So, you don't have to worry about anything or respect any local customs. Just give it your all."

"Here, only the strong are worthy of our respect."

The younger generation of the ancient clan clashed fists and palms, arrogantly saying: "If you want me to respect you, then show me your true ability!"

Although it is a Nanwu tradition, this statement not only did not cause any rebuttal from others, but instead resonated with everyone, making the atmosphere at the scene even more heated.

"Well said! We don't need anyone else's false pity!"

"Giving your all is a sign of respect for your opponent!"

"Hahahaha, I'm not alone, that's how it should be!"

In the past, the “making friends through martial arts” activities were organized by Nanwu people themselves, and the attendees were all Nanwu people themselves.

Therefore, in their view, traditions are mostly about fighting with strength, with very few exceptions.

But this time it's different.

This time, all the major figures from the five regions were gathered together.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do? Not happening!

If you want to win their respect, you have to prove yourself with your strength.

Only the strong are worthy of their respect!

The young master of the aristocratic family couldn't help but look up to the young man of the ancient clan and said cheerfully, "As you say, I will suppress my cultivation and fight you fair and square."

"As for who will be the last one to win, it all depends on our abilities!"

There is actually not much difference between Tuo Yuan's third turn and second turn.

Moreover, the way of cultivation practiced by the younger generation of the ancient clan is different from the recognized cultivation tradition in the world today.

It still continues the ancient path of physical cultivation.

Before the term "Eight Realms of Mortals" came out, their second realm was called "Yuan Ling" and the previous realm was called "Tui Ti", which corresponds to "Ru Ling Jing" in the Eight Realms of Mortals.

However, this path has its flaws and cannot advance to a higher level, so he is forced to enter the Eight Realms of Mortals and practice two Taoist traditions at the same time.

Fortunately, the previous practice does not conflict.

Generally speaking, starting from the third realm, Southern Warriors will also begin to focus on cultivating the eight realms of mortals.

"So they are a big family."

Ye Yongzhen joked to himself, "I'll never be able to learn this kind of courage in my lifetime."

Don't take advantage of me, bastard!

Let's have a fair fight. How much is face worth?

It was only now that they were on the home turf of the two clans, with the elders watching over them, otherwise...

Sooner or later, you will be destined to work in illegal coal mines!

"It's not as simple as you think."

Gu Junming looked like he was thinking.

Although Nanwu was labeled as a "barbarian", that was a long time ago.

What's more, this person is from the ancient tribe.

In the arena.

The contest between the two was fair at first.

The young master of the aristocratic family did not choose to use magic right away. He tried to make up for his shortcomings with his outstanding physical movements and fighting skills in order to defeat the young man of the ancient clan. However, this was the opponent's strength after all, and he soon fell at a disadvantage.

Face is indeed valuable.

But everyone is watching, and if I lose, I will inevitably be laughed at.

In addition, before the war, he made a bold statement:

Let’s fight fairly and give our all!

The remaining young masters of noble families also decided not to hide their incompetence anymore.

As he raised his hand, spiritual power dissipated in all directions, and all kinds of gorgeous spells flew out, dazzling people's eyes.

But the fact is......

These spells had no effect on the younger generation of the ancient clan.

Even the opponent rushed forward despite the bombardment of spells and punched him in the chest.

The terrifying power that came from his physical body almost knocked him off the ring.

"Is that all you have?"

The younger generation of the ancient clan clenched their fists.

Looking across at the young man from aristocratic family, who was kneeling on one knee, holding his chest and gasping for breath.

He said with regret: "It's not fun enough."

"I'm so sorry that I couldn't satisfy you..."

A trickle of crimson slowly flowed from the corner of the young master's mouth.

He forced himself to stand up again.

What a powerful force this is...

The peerless demon-shaking fist truly lives up to its reputation!

"You can actually stand up?"

The younger generation of the ancient clan raised an eyebrow.

He used 80% of his strength in that move just now.

But even so.

The other party just bleeds a little?

Of course, the truth is not that simple.

At this moment, the young master of aristocratic family felt that his internal organs were displaced, his ribs were broken, and he had serious internal injuries.

But the battle is not over yet.

Never let your opponent see your flaws!

"The raging sword intent flows endlessly."

The young master of aristocratic family drew out his sharp sword and stroked the sword with his fingers. The surface was instantly covered with azure spiritual power, like waves of the blue sea hitting the rocks, flowing continuously.

"interesting!"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the younger generation of the ancient clan.

Take the initiative.

This is just as the young master of the noble family wished.

tear-

A lot of blood was splattered.

Everyone's pupils trembled as they looked at the scene happening on the arena in disbelief.

The spiritual sword struck the young man of the ancient clan, leaving a shocking wound.

The main thing is.

This was caused by a young member of the ancient clan who bumped into it himself!

"caught you."

The young man from the ancient clan smiled ferociously and stretched out his big hand to grab the hair of the dazed young master from the noble family.

He used all his strength and smashed it down to the floor below almost savagely.

"stop!"

A middle-aged man shouted angrily on the third floor.

But at this time, there was only madness in the eyes of the younger generation of the ancient clan, and they would not listen to any advice at all.

It is a taboo to stain the wedding venue with blood.

He actually...

I want to destroy that young master from aristocratic family here!

"That's not how you use your power."