Urban Rebirth Cultivation

"This competition and exchange is aimed at exchanging martial arts skills. Everyone can make friends with martial arts, and click on it."

The owner of Yuanyi Martial Arts Hall acted as the host and went on stage to speak loudly to everyone.

"As the host of this grand event, my Yuanyi Martial Arts Hall will throw bricks and jade, so I will first discuss with the disciples of Lord Medicine Saint." He said with a smile.

"Damn, I'm so shameless!"

"That's right, what a throwing brick to attract jade? It's obviously the first one who is not ashamed to be the first to join, for fear that Wu Zun Dan will be taken away by others if it's too late."

For a moment, the warriors were full of curses.

The owner of the Yuanyi Martial Arts Hall was as if he hadn't heard it, and stood on the stage with shameless face, preparing to compete with Huo Cong.

"etc!"

Ding Yaoguang, a scholar from the Ding Family in the celebrity area, suddenly stood up and shouted coldly.

"Ding Guoshi, what are your instructions?" The owner of the Yuanyi Martial Arts Hall hurriedly asked with his fists.

"Mr. Suwen Yaosheng's disciple is of great talent and has a strong cultivation level at a young age. My disciple is also a young genius. After hearing this, I couldn't help but begged me to bring him here. He insisted on seeing the Yaosheng.

The extraordinaryness of the great disciple..." Ding Yaoguang said with a smile.

"My disciple is impatient and can't wait for so much effort. Everyone sells his country's soldiers to a little bit of a shame and lets him play in this first game, which is also considered a prize for everyone."

Ding Yaoguang was kind-hearted, and his tone of speaking was very tough, showing the majesty of a national sage.

For a moment, the warriors looked at each other, and no one could say anything.

Even though they were unhappy, they did not dare to disobey the national soldiers at all.

No matter how thick-skinned the Yuanyi Martial Arts Hall owner is, he dare not refute the face of the national sages.

"Since Ding Guoshi said that, how dare we not give face? Then let your high disciples go first." He said helplessly, bowed his hand and walked off the stage.

"Ding Hong!" Ding Yaoguang looked at a young man next to him.

"Thank you, Master!" the man saluted Ding Yaoguang and shouted.

"Everyone, this is my apprentice Ding Hong. He has reached the realm of an eighth-grade warrior at a young age. He is a peerless genius. He is likely to break through to the realm of Martial Master before he was thirty years old. At that time, our Xia Kingdom will add another one.

A martial master!" Ding Yaoguang introduced to everyone with a proud look on his face, and glanced at Hua Qiu intentionally or unintentionally.

He has a sense of comparison and show-off.

His apprentice is about the same age as Hua Qiu, and he is in his twenties.

The entire Xia Kingdom who can reach the eighth-grade warrior at this age is extremely rare and can be called a genius.

Although Huo Cong reached the eighth grade in his teens, everyone thought that it was fed by Hua Qiu with elixirs, which was nothing.

Therefore, Ding Yaoguang did not take it seriously.

He wanted his apprentice to be the first to fight and quickly defeat Huo Cong.

The main thing is to grab the Martial Lord, but at the same time I also want to hit Hua Qiu’s master and apprentice in the face, embarrassing them.

Getting the Wu Zun Pill can also embarrass Master Hua Qiu's disciple. This is Ding Yaoguang's plan.

"Ding Hong, why don't you give a gift to Jiang Guoshi and Mr. Yaosheng?" Ding Yaoguang said in a deep voice.

"In the future, you will have to rely on them to take care of you."

Ding Hong saluted Hua Qiu and the others with a smile.

"At Ding Hong, I have met Jiang Guoshi and Mr. Yao Sheng."

Jiang Fangguo nodded in response and praised the youth and promising him.

Hua Qiu ignored him directly and didn't even look at him, let alone any reaction.

This attitude immediately made Master Ding Yaoguang's disciple's face dark.

"Isn't it just a medicine saint? What awesome thing? Apart from being more powerful in refining medicine, what's so great about you?" Ding Yaoguang was full of anger. No matter how he looked at Hua Qiu, why didn't he like him?

"When my apprentice knocks your apprentice down from the stage, see if you can still be so arrogant and arrogant!"

Ding Hong is also a tempered person.

"Mr. Yao Sheng, I'm not serious in my actions. If you hurt your disciple, please don't blame me..." He said to Hua Qiu with a slight smile.

Ding Yaoguang smiled and was very satisfied with his words.

"You're too arrogant!" Jiang Guoshi's face darkened and he said.

"Where is Brother Jiang?" Ding Yaoguang said in a deep voice, "My apprentice is a straightforward person. He has always said anything, not arrogant, and is different from some people."

"I guess Mr. Yao Sheng's status and mind would not be as knowledgeable as him, right?"

Hua Qiu finally glanced at Ding Yaoguang.

"At this age, if you have a mere eighth grade cultivation, you dare to be self-righteous and do not know how high the world is!" He said coldly.

"you……"

Ding Yaoguang's disciple looked angry.

"Mr. Yao Sheng's words are too biased!"

"Ding Hong's cultivation is always steady and steady, and it is definitely not comparable to any medicine jar!"

Hua Qiu sneered, too lazy to talk to them.

"Huo Cong..."

"Watching this person, you can't shoot him down within ten moves, so you can step down." Hua Qiu said to Huo Cong.

"Master, I understand!" Huo Cong responded.

Ding Yaoguang's disciple's face was extremely gloomy.

The warriors were also surprised and suspicious.

Ding Hong is a personal disciple of the Ding family and national scholars. He has long been famous and has rich combat experience.

Although it is of the same level of cultivation, everyone thinks it is difficult for Huo Cong to compare with Ding Hong.

Hua Qiu's words were too frivolous to everyone.

"Ding Hong, our master and apprentice are underestimated. Whether we can cleanse up the stigma depends on you!" Ding Yaoguang said coldly.

"Master, look at it, your disciple will never let your expectations down!" Ding Hong said confidently, then walked down and took the stage.

Ding Yaoguang sneered.

He was just waiting for Ding Hong to quickly defeat Huo Cong, and let out a strong anger.

On the ring, the two stood still.

"Please!" Ding Hong bowed and started to attack Huo Cong directly.

Ding Hong's strength is considered the top of the eighth-grade warriors, and his attack has extraordinary power.

Huo Cong stared at Ding Hong's tricks without blinking, and his mind was running rapidly.

With Hua Qiu's special instructions, this time he was more attentive than ever.

When Ding Hong attacked with great momentum, Huo Cong immediately used his skills and vigorous internal strength to wrap Ding Hong's fist posture and dissolve his strength.

Although Hua Qiu did not teach any techniques, the divine level exercises he created could play an incredible role in just operating them.

Ding Hong's power was as uncomfortable as a mud cow entering the sea, as if he was hit by a sponge.

He was like hitting the air in this first punch, and Huo Cong avoided it lightly.

"drink!"

Huo Cong's face was dark, he shouted loudly, and he used his fists again, and his fists were glowing red.

He took action with anger and left no effort.

"drink!"

Huo Cong smiled slightly, used the same trick, and used the same punch right.

"What?" Ding Hong couldn't help but change his face, his aura became a little weaker.

"Hmm?" Ding Yaoguang also looked shocked and lost his peace.

Because that is the Ding family's boxing and martial arts skills, only the Ding family's direct descendants can practice and learn...

Huo Cong suddenly used it, and he didn't look unfamiliar at all, which immediately shocked the master and apprentice.

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, Huo Cong and Ding Hong faced each other's fists.

The fierce internal forces bombarded each other.

Just a moment...

"puff!"

Ding Hong's face suddenly turned pale, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backwards, flew out of the ring, and fell off the stage.

At this moment, many warriors were in an uproar.

"This is impossible!"

Ding Yaoguang stood up from the chair with an incredible look on his face, his face extremely ugly.