Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

After Yang Xuan and Yang Yi came to the martial arts arena,

Yang Yi looked at Yang Xuan blankly and said, "Young Master, who are we?"

"Let's compare each other." Yang Xuan said calmly.

"What? Martial arts competition? Young Master, you are not kidding, right? I am not worthy to compete with Young Master, I think only Bai Young Master and Shen Young Master are worthy of fighting with Young Master."

As soon as Yang Yi heard that he was going to fight Young Master, his whole heart ached. How long has my psychological shadow passed, what kind of trouble is Young Master going to do?

"Are you comparing or not?"

Yang Xuan looked at Yang Yi with calm eyes, without any emotional change, but this kind of eyes made Yang Yi feel nervous.

Immediately fell down, and smiled embarrassingly: "Young...Young Master, then... let's compare?"

"Well, let's compare. To be fair, you can use weapons. I don't use any weapons, just fists." Yang Xuan replied.

Hearing Yang Xuan said that he doesn't need weapons, Yang Yi's confidence immediately increased. He thought that Young Master is only as good as Martial Skill. At worst, I will use my full combat power. At that time, it should be no problem to draw with Young Master in Tianyuan Realm. He had always thought that Yang Xuan was in the Tianyuan Realm.

Thinking of this, Yang Yi was refreshed and his back was a little straighter than usual.

Boom!

A sledgehammer fell on the ground, Yang Yi looked as if he was going through fire and water as if he was going through fire and water.

"Young Master, then I will come."

"Look at my sledgehammer!"

Yang Yi swung the sledgehammer directly, and smashed it towards Yang Xuan's head with the momentum of shaking the mountain.

Yang Xuan unhurriedly raised his sandbag-sized fist, and punched out, forming a huge fist shadow. His vitality burst out, and he shook the sledgehammer hard.

Boom!

Yang Yi felt as if struck by lightning, and instantly flew upside down with a hammer. Just after flying into the air, Yang Xuan's figure appeared again

"I hit"

A punch hit Yang Yi's muscular face.

"ah......"

There was a scream.

Yang Yi's body made a 90° turn, and flew out in a spiral shape.

Not to mention, Yang Xuan appeared in front of him again and punched again.

"Ah...Young Master..."

At this time, Yang Yi finally understood that Young Master just wanted to beat him up, and it was all nonsense whether there was a martial arts competition or not.

Although he didn't know why Young Master beat him, it didn't prevent him from admitting his mistake first.

"Young Master, I was wrong!"

boom! Another punch.

"It's a martial arts competition, what a mistake."

"Woooo...Young Master, I was really wrong."

boom! Still a punch.

"Since you insist on saying that, what's wrong?"

"Ah? Young Master, what's wrong with me?"

bang bang bang bang...

What greeted him was a series of fist-to-flesh impacts.

"Ah ah ah ah ah......"

Yang Yi flew from one end to the other, and then from the other end to this end in the martial arts arena, and he did not know how many times he suffered.

Yang Xuan felt almost beaten, so he stopped.

Peng!

A figure solidly hit the ground in front of Yang Xuan.

Although it looked miserable, in fact Yang Xuan only hit those places on his body where the pain was more intense, and did not suffer any substantial damage.

As soon as he hit the ground, Yang Yi immediately got up and came to Yang Xuan,

"Young Master...Young Master...I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I really don't know, Young Master, just sue me, I...I swear I won't do it again next time."

Yang Yi's face was like a pig's head, showing an expression of grievance that was uglier than crying.

"Strictly speaking, it's not your fault. After all, if they hide it, you won't be able to find out."

"But the real situation of Wen Xinzong is quite different from the information you told me at the time."

"At that time, you still sued me so definitely."

"If it were someone else, I probably wouldn't be able to come back. Tell me whether I should beat you up or not. This time I will teach you a little lesson."

"As the number one Elder in the mansion, you will tell me after confirming the authenticity of the information again and again."

"do you know?"

After Yang Xuan finished speaking, he glared at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi is a thrill,

"I know...I know. Young Master, I will report to you after confirming the authenticity of the information."

Yang Xuan thought to himself that he seemed a little sloppy this time.

Well, it seems that I have to punish myself, so I should punish myself to eat the meat of the mysterious beast, otherwise I won't have a long memory.

"Well, that's all for today's contest."

Yang Yi looked at Yang Xuan with resentment on his face, wondering if this is a martial arts competition?

"I see that when you used the sledgehammer just now, you didn't seem to use any Martial Skill. Did you not have Martial Skill or didn't use it?" Yang Xuan asked suspiciously.

"Young Master, I don't have a hammering Martial Skill. When I asked Xinzong, I didn't have any decent Martial Skills at all. The low-level Martial Skills are not as powerful as my own simple hammer."

"In addition to using a sledgehammer, what weapon do you like to use to fight?"

"I don't have any other weapons, and I like to fight directly with my fists."

Yang Xuan searched around in the storage ring, and directly handed over two Martial Skills, one local low-level hammer method Martial Skill "Shaking the Sky Hammer", and one local-level mid-level Martial Skill "Fist Master".

Take these two books and practice first, the first protector must also look like the first protector.

When Yang Yi took the Martial Skill handed over by Yang Xuan, he looked at it intently, the eyes that were squeezed due to swelling and only had a slit left suddenly enlarged.

There was a huge wave in my heart, the ground? My God, Young Master just gave it to him so casually.

You must know that in Wenxinzong, only sect leaders are qualified to practice the earth-level Martial Skill, and it is still a low-rank.

Yang Yi held the Martial Skill in his hands tremblingly, and murmured in shock: "If I had known about the beating, I would have had the Martial Skill at level 3. I wish Young Master would beat me every day."

"Huh? What did you say?" Yang Xuan asked suddenly.

Yang Yi came back to his senses in an instant,

"Ah, nothing less..."

"I will fulfill you."

Peng!

Yang Xuan flew up and kicked him in the face, his figure was no longer in the martial arts arena but flew out of the White Mansion and disappeared into the sky.

Only Yang Yi's excited voice remained in the air.

"Ah... Young Master, I'll be back soon."

 …

Yang Xuan returned to his own room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and started Closed Door Training to stabilize the Realm.

Three days passed by,

On this day, Yang Xuan opened the door and walked out, preparing to go to the martial arts arena to exercise his hands and feet. He saw Yang Yi running over from a distance.

"Young Master, Shen Young Master asked me to call you over."

"Well, where are they now?"

"At Folding Fang Pavilion."

"Okay, let's go then."

When the two came to the garden, they saw Bai Wanwan and Shen Fei chatting with Tan Xiaoyue in the gazebo.