The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

"Oh, that's it!"

Yun Yongan sneered, threw away the long sword full of gaps, and walked out casually.

"Whoosh!"

From nowhere, a crossbow bolt flew out, silently, and its target was directly pointed at Yun Yongan's back.

"Oops!"

"careful!"

Seeing this scene, everyone was extremely worried. Seeing that the crossbow had been pasted behind Yun Yongan's clothes, the man who shot the crossbow showed a gratified smile. When he was about to leave, his eyebrows suddenly ached, and his eyes were instantly stained with blood.

"Trash that I can't afford to lose!"

Yun Yong'an smiled disdainfully, and continued to move forward, walking directly to the central high platform, and held up the trophy that symbolized the championship.

"I declare that I am the champion, who is for and who is against?"

Opponents were either beaten or frightened, and the rest were Yun Yongan's supporters.

Therefore, when Yun Yongan stood on the podium and held up the trophy, all he won was the cheers of the crowd.

It is not Yun Yongan's goal to cut through the mess quickly and win the championship, but to collect talents is his main goal.

On the stage of heavy armor fighting, Yun Yongan raised the curtain and launched a new competition.

There are no restrictions, no restrictions, you are allowed to use a long sword and look like a fairy, and you are also prepared to scatter lime and do that hooligan behavior.

"The national art has always been the art of killing."

Yun Yong'an was in the center of the stage, with an unruly expression on his face, "Don't let anyone hold back, you can't beat me."

"Young Master Yun, be careful! Zhou Tie, the successor of Iron Line Fist, is here to ask for advice."

"Please!"

Yun Yongan made a free move that you make the first move. Zhou Tie had seen Yun Yongan's record, but he didn't dare to take it too seriously. He took a deep breath, channeled enough internal energy, shouted loudly, and launched an attack.

Yun Yongan exchanged for a heart of martial arts, stood in place, and waited for Zhou Tie to attack, then lightly hooked him, caught the flaw in his moves, and brought him to the ground.

"Take three points of strength, and the fist is three inches higher, the waist is too soft!"

After Yun Yong'an casually pointed out a few words, Zhou Tie benefited a lot and thanked Dade for stepping down from the ring.

"I'm here, the Bagua stick is the successor, Sun Song said, please give me your advice."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Yun Yongan went to the weapon rack next to him, and put down a pine stick, "As usual, you should shoot first."

Sun Songshi brandished his roots, played a flower stick, and then launched an attack on Yun Yongan.

Same as before, Yun Yongan flicked his wrist lightly, and when he was about to swing the stick away, a special force passed along the stick to his wrist.

This power is very weak, and Yun Yongan's spiritual energy disappeared without a trace, but this kind of special power aroused Yun Yongan's interest.

"Boom!"

After two crisp sounds, Sun Song showed that the long stick in his hand was broken, and he fell to the ground himself.

"Are you OK?"

Yun Yongan stepped forward and pulled him up.

"It's okay." Sun Songshi patted the dust off his body, looked at Yun Yong'an with admiration, "Young Master Yun, your inner strength is so deep."

"It turns out that this kind of power in your body is called internal force." Yun Yongan didn't expect that in the era of spiritual energy recovery, internal force would recover first.

If you think about it carefully, compared to the spiritual practice that requires talent and roots, the internal strength of martial arts is much simpler.

Just when Yun Yongan was about to have a detailed talk with Sun Songshi, a man in a black robe led a group of people and suddenly broke into the match scene.

"It's you who killed my apprentice."

The black-robed man's voice was very gloomy, and he was not a good person at first glance.

Yun Yongan shrugged, "I killed too many people, which one are you talking about?"

"You, damn you!"

The black-robed man stopped talking nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, a group of people following him surrounded Yun Yongan tightly, and when he gave an order, they hacked Yun Yongan to death.

Yun Yongan didn't panic at all, talking and laughing as usual: "Is this embarrassment turned into anger? If you want to kill me, these crooked melons and dates are not enough, you have to bring your own knife."

"Hehe," the black-robed man sneered, "Skills are inferior to others. If you lose, you lose. I can't afford to lose that much. It's just that my disciple died at your hands, and I, Nax, must avenge him."

"Don't worry, I won't bully you. These people are just worried that you will run away." Nakos waved his hand and dispersed around Yun Yongan's men in black, leaving the ring to Yun Yongan and the others.

"Come on, take out your weapon, I will let you lose heartily!"

Yun Yong'an stood in the same place, quietly looking at Nakos, watching the vigorous energy on his body, and the rich energy, which was about to condense into a real ghost.

"If you don't resist, I'll give you a good time, integrate into my body, and become a part of me."

Nakos stretched out his palm from the black robe, stretched out a skinny palm, stretched out a palm with dark nails.

The blackness on the nails is not nail polish, let alone black nails. It is the abyss formed by countless blood stains, dried and precipitated.

Sun Songshi drew out a cooked copper stick, and stood in front of Yun Yongan, posing an aura of one man guarding the gate and one man guarding the gate.

"Go away!"

Nakos strode forward, and with a light wave of his palm, the solid cooked copper rod was directly torn in half.

This is different from the pine stick he used when fighting Yun Yong'an just now. This is a real metal weapon, and it is a metal weapon with internal force. It is so vulnerable in front of Nakos.

"If you dare to block my way, you will die."

After Nakos broke the weapon, he was still not satisfied, and when he was about to cut his neck with his claws, Yun Yongan made a move.

As soon as he made a move, he was ruthless.

The long sword was out of its sheath, walked with the sword, and directly chopped off his claws.

"You, why are you so strong!"

Nakos picked up the paw that fell on the ground, and retreated hastily, looking at Yun Yongan with fear in his eyes.

Yun Yongan sneered, "There are people beyond people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. You and other small barbarian countries don't know my great Chinese heritage."

"Hehe, don't be too happy too early, it's just some tricks, you forced me!"

Nakos suddenly took off his black robe, revealing a scaly body, a pair of black bat wings, slowly opened, and a mouthful of fangs sticking out.

Looking at Nakos who turned into a monster, and looking at the many cameras beside him, Yun Yongan sighed. He only remembered that the aura was not enough to support his cultivation, but he forgot that cultivating in evil ways does not require too much aura.

Blood and soul are excellent resources for cultivation.

"Hey!"

Yun Yong'an raised his long sword and summoned thunder to split Nakos into flying ash. Under the adoring gaze of the crowd, Yu Jian lifted off into the sky and directly came to the palace of Emperor Daxian.

Yun Yongan broke into the imperial study room without any notification, and met His Majesty the Emperor who was watching the live broadcast.