"Hmph, arrogant!" The elder snorted coldly, looking down on such a arrogant junior. If he was in black or red, he might have the qualifications, but this white clothes would be a little ungrateful.

The boy in red had not yet got off the ring, and looked at He Huan in white and showed a sneer on his face.

"Elder, please agree to him. Any three people come up without taking action. As long as he wins me, he will win, as long as he can have the ability."

The elder looked at the boy in red. This was a rare talent among the lower tribes who could reach the eighth level of true qi at the age of nineteen. Among the hundreds of lower tribes, there was no more than a palm of young people who could have such strength.

The red clothes representing the First Army are enough to prove that he has excellent qualifications and will have the potential to enter the middle or even the upper tribe in the future. If he is lucky, he will have some chances to be promoted to the heavenly clan in the next ten years.

So he nodded and said, "Okay, then the 449th clan competition will be held, the Yangcheng tribe will fight against the Yucheng tribe, and start!"

Three boys in black stood on the edge of the ring, holding their arms and looking at He Huan coldly, their eyes full of disdain.

The boy in red, He Lang took two steps forward, his face full of jokes, and sneered: "Boy, within three moves, I will solve you and have you decided whether he will last."

He Huan was as quiet as water, but he still sneered on his face: "Then I will beat you into a si dog in one move, how about it?"

He Lang looked angry, but then he laughed in anger, "Okay! OK! I decided to twist your head off, not even keep the corpse for you!"

"Drink—" With a loud shout, He Lang's true energy burst out. It seemed that he was really angry. Facing a three-army white-clothed army, he had to work hard as soon as he came up.

There was an uproar around the ring again, but this time it was a sensation;

"The Yucheng tribe has been amazing in recent years, especially He Lang, who is only nineteen this year and has reached the eighth level of true qi."

"Yes, it's really amazing. This is probably only a handful of people among the hundreds of lower-class tribes. He is likely to break through to the Tiankai Realm when he performs the crown next year."

"Tsk tsk, if this is the case, it will be really amazing. The Yucheng branch has produced a genius, and it is estimated that the entire branch can receive a lot of rewards from the clan."

"Haha, that guy in white is in trouble. A man in white is at most, at most, he has three layers of true energy. I'm afraid he won't know how to do it for a while."

...

Almost everyone was praising He Lang and mocking He Huan, but He Huan still didn't care at all, but his fists were already tightly clenched, and a light golden aperture quietly lit up in his originally black eyes.

"Your name is He Huan, right? It really responds to your name. He Huan in Life? Hehe, today I will help you get out of the sea of ​​suffering and send you to hell! Tiger Claw Hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Lang rushed up with his hands as tiger claws. White airflows were drawn from the tip of the tiger claws, and he used the strongest martial arts to come up. The boy in black was beaten by this trick just now.

Swish-

He Huan took a step sideways, and his tiger claws flew across his cheeks, leaving a trace of his xue, and he avoided it dangerously.

He Lang smiled sinisterly, as if he had expected that the other tiger claw was taken out on his side and shot straight at He Huan's dantian.

However, the scene he expected to grab the other person's belly did not happen, but instead his wrist was grabbed in the air by sisi.

The corner of He Huan's mouth curled up, and his true energy surged out. He grabbed He Lang's wrist with his left hand, and his right hand turned into a claw, which was actually a tiger claw hand!

"You are the one who should go to hell!"

A cold voice of words and eyes came into He Lang's ears, and in his pupils, which were both shocked and terrified, the tiger's claws were constantly magnifying.

He Huan pulled his left hand and pulled his right claw forward, and the tiger claws directly poked He Lang's mouth.

"ah--"

A scream sounded, He Lang's body flew out and finally hit the ring hard. The flesh on his chest was blurred, and he curled up and didn't move, like a si dog.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone was stunned when they saw this scene. Some people rubbed their eyes hard, thinking they were confused.

Even the clan elder in the center of the arena had incredible eyes. When he looked at He Huan again, he frowned again, but this time there was no disdain in his expression.

"This...this..."

"Just...what happened just now? I wasn't dazzled? The boy in white actually used his tiger claw hand?!"

"How is it possible?! Tiger Claw Hand is the unique skill of the Jade City tribe! It has never been rumored!"

...

There was an uproar on the ring at the top of Douxianling Peak again, but no one dared to point fingers at the young man in white on the stage again.

The clan elder in the center of the ring narrowed his eyes slightly, stroked the white beard that had dropped to his chest and muttered to himself; "It's actually the eighth level of true energy, I didn't even notice it before. He's really a boy who is hiding so deep..."

He Huan was still not concerned about the anger around him, his face was cold, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he used his tiger claws to kill He Lang lying on the ground.

Swish-

A figure stopped him halfway, and just two fingers were placed on his shoulders, which made him unable to move forward.

"Junior, you won this competition, don't need to kill again!"

The clan elder who stopped He Huan was the presidency of the clan. He turned around and winked. The three boys in black who were scared silly on the edge of the ring quickly stepped forward and lifted He Lang down.

He Huan gritted his teeth but found that he could not move at all, as if he had been imposed on a fixed body. It was not until the elder withdrew his hand that he trembled and took two steps back.

He straightened his back with force, lost the previous respect, and smiled sarcastically: "The elder of the clan is indeed very fair. When he fought with the clan of my Yangcheng tribe, the elder looked indifferently, but now he blocked him. I am very stupid and confused. I hope the elder can give some advice."

After hearing this, the clan elder raised his eyebrows, with a little more anger in his eyes, and shouted: "Bold! What should I do, my clan elder need to explain to you, the junior?"

At this time, He Tian, ​​the leader of the Yangcheng tribe, quickly ran to the ring, grabbed He Huan, who was about to say something, and knelt down to the ground with a thud.

"Elder He Liang calms down. He Huan is just a yellow-haired child. He doesn't understand Dali. I hope you don't blame him, please don't blame him!"

Looking at He Tian kneeling on the ground trembling, He Liang snorted again, but he held his identity as an elder of the clan and did not care about it anymore. He turned around and left, but left a sentence;
Chapter completed!