The First Saint of Alchemy

"Tang Yan!" Wan Fei said without hesitation.

Hearing Wan Fei's decisive tone, Cheng Gong showed a trace of disdain on his face: "The difference between the level is like the difference between the mountains. Tang Yan's last victory was entirely due to luck and Su Wei's carelessness.

Besides, I heard that Song Cheng often hired assassins to assassinate Song Qing in order to hone him. In such a perverted environment, Song Qing's comprehensive combat power is very strong.

Tang Yan wants to win, and his chances are infinitely close to zero!"

Hearing Cheng Gong's analysis, Fang Xuan nodded: "Song Qing's strength is indeed good, and he should be on par with Qingcheng Sun Long. Tang Yan wants to win, but his chances are really not great."

With Fang Xuan's approval, everyone is more and more convinced of Tang Yan's defeat.

Wan Fei sneered and did not argue.

Before, she was in a desperate situation, and Tang Yan saved her with only the strength of the ninth grade of the Yellow Level.

Ten days ago, Tang Yan passed the Juesha Tower, which no one in the entire history of the Eastern Region had ever done.

Yesterday, Tang Yan, relying on his strength of the first rank of the Xuan class, overwhelmed the third rank of the Xuan class.

Today, the three major forces have placed heavy bets on him again.

Do you really think that Tang Yan relied on luck to get to where he is today?

On the ring, Tang Yan looked at the thin young man in green clothes in front of him, and a trace of awe flashed through his heart.

This seemingly ordinary-looking boy exudes an extremely sharp aura. This aura must have been truly formed after a lot of training.

"Song Cheng, Song Qing." The young man in green looked at Tang Yan sarcastically and said coldly: "I advise you to go down directly. I will not be measured when I attack."

A momentum of a long sword coming out of its sheath suddenly emanated from Song Qing, rushing towards Tang Yan like a stream of silk.

Tang Yan's mouth corners slightly raised.

In his previous life, he had seen countless powerful and powerful people, and he had long been accustomed to all kinds of pressure.

Unless someone is much stronger than Tang Yan and then uses true qi to suppress him, momentum alone cannot affect Tang Yan at all.

Facing Song Qing's threat, Tang Yan said calmly: "Yuncheng Tang Yan, please teach me."

Seeing Tang Yan's neither humble nor arrogant attitude, Song Qing grinned and said: "Not bad, you have guts! This game is your last fight, cherish it."

"The eighth duel begins!" When the two of them finished talking nonsense, the red-robed old man announced the start.

As soon as the red-robed old man finished speaking, Song Qing rushed towards Tang Yan.

"So fast!" Seeing Song Qing's lightning-fast movements, there was a cry of surprise from the audience.

The two were not far apart. Song Qing accelerated and arrived in front of Tang Yan. His right fist, which had been ready for a long time, suddenly blasted towards Tang Yan.

Tang Yan's pupils shrank slightly. Although this punch was powerful, he could still see that Song Qing did not use his full strength.

With Tang Yan's vicious experience, this punch would be followed by another attack.

If the reaction is not fast enough, even a warrior of the fourth level of the Xuan level is likely to fall into Song Qing's trap.

Tang Yan did not dare to be arrogant, and a fierce momentum emanated from him.

"The peak of the second level of the Xuan level!" Feeling Tang Yan's strength, the audience exclaimed again.

It turns out that this guy has been hiding his strength!

Although everyone still feels that it is difficult for Tang Yan to win, there are still many people who have subtle changes in their minds about the outcome of this game.

Facing Song Qing's mighty punch, Tang Yan did not retreat but advanced, and went forward brazenly.

Seeing Tang Yan actually rushing over, Song Qing's eyes flashed with strong disdain. Although your strength has been improved to the second level, there is still a huge gap between you and me!

"Bang!" The fists of the two collided, and Tang Yan was immediately knocked back a step.

Song Qing's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise. Tang Yan resisted a blow with himself, but was only knocked back a step?

He didn't know how much gravity Tang Yan was carrying under the waterfall. But he didn't want to know, because his second blow was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, without any signs.

"It's over!" Song Qing said softly.

"Two consecutive hits!"

Seeing that Song Qing launched a second hit almost without any interval after the first hit, the scene suddenly boiled.

"Meteor Palm!" The momentum quickly shrank and all concentrated on the right palm, which was as fast as a meteor and unexpected.

"It seems that Tang Yan is going to lose." Yao Qian said gloatingly on the judges' stage.

After hearing this, the other people also nodded imperceptibly.

Tang Yan only had the strength of the second grade of the Xuan level, and was shocked back a step. Before he could stabilize his body, Song Qing's fierce combo burst out.

Under the unprepared attack, even the fourth grade of the Xuan level would suffer a great loss, let alone Tang Yan?

"Tang Yan is going to lose, Song Qing's strength is really good." Fang Xuan, who was sitting in Fangcheng, exclaimed.

"A country chicken and a clay dog, can't stand up to the stage, it's already good to be able to hold on until now... eh!"

Cheng Gong looked at the stage with disdain, and his expression suddenly froze before he finished speaking.

Song Qing's palm hit Tang Yan, and then Tang Yan disappeared without a trace in an instant.

It was just a residual image!

"So fast!" On the judges' platform, Mo Bin slapped the table and praised: "I don't know what level this kid's footwork is, but he can be so agile."

Song Qing was shocked when his palm hit nothing. Where is the person?

"It's my turn!" A gentle voice came, and Song Qing finally saw Tang Yan's figure in his peripheral vision.

I thought that my two consecutive hits, even if I didn't seriously injure Tang Yan, would make him extremely embarrassed, but now, it turned out that I didn't even have time to breathe!

Raising the true energy, Song Qing used all his strength to punch forward.

"Bang!" After the first hit of Qianshan Fist, Tang Yan showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the second punch of Qianshan Fist quickly followed.

This time, Song Qing's originally proud face finally moved.

Although Tang Yan's strength was only the second level of the Xuan Rank, the power of this punch actually gave him a very dangerous feeling.

And he had used up all his breath and could only dodge temporarily!

He retreated quickly and barely avoided the attack, and the audience was already in an uproar.

A warrior at the peak of the third level of the Xuan Rank was actually forced back by the second level?

Yao Qian on the judges' stage felt that his old face was slapped hard. Just as he made a conclusion with shameless words, Tang Yan strongly refuted him with facts.

Other city lords were glad that they were not as quick-mouthed as Yao Qian.

"It's interesting. It seems that I still underestimated you." Song Qing's eyes showed a cold light: "You can actually force me back. This humiliation can only be washed away by completely suppressing you!"

After that, Song Qing rushed towards Tang Yan again.

Seeing Song Qing's lightning speed, Tang Yan knew that Song Qing should want to go the fast-fighting route and use strength and speed to completely suppress him.

But Song Qing, your wishful thinking may have failed again...

Tang Yan raised his lips, and his fighting spirit was activated. Song Qing's seemingly fast attack became extremely slow in Tang Yan's eyes.

The Phantom Step was quickly launched, deviating a few points to the left, just avoiding Song Qing's fist, and then punched out.

Song Qing already knew that Tang Yan was very fast. Seeing Tang Yan avoid it, it seemed that he had been prepared. The original trajectory of the punch changed and rushed towards Tang Yan's fist.

When the two fists were about to collide, Tang Yan's fist, like an arrow from a string, actually drew an arc at this moment and hit Song Qing's wrist.

How is this possible!

Song Qing was shocked. At such a short distance, he had no time to resist.

Tang Yan's fist hit his wrist heavily.