() Yan Lan's eyes were locked on Yan Lingyi, and she saw Yan Lingyi holding the bamboo stick seemingly carelessly, and she didn't see how he was making any gestures. With a wave of one hand, the bamboo stick was nailed to the stone wall, leaving nothing behind.

Three inches away. Yan Lingyi's cool and casual attitude and her outstanding results are really very damaging to the girl.

Yan Lan's eyes suddenly tightened and she said secretly: "It seems that Sister Ling Yu is right, Brother Ling Yi really has something to hide. This she should be less than seven percent powerful."

While Yan Lan was deep in thought, a sturdy figure jumped out of the crowd. He waved his fist as big as a sandbag, bit his teeth, and let out a muffled snort. Then the bamboo stick came out of his hand. Everyone saw a flash of light, and the bamboo stick came out.

The sign was nailed firmly to the stone wall.

"Wow, Lingshan actually shot more than eight inches into the stone wall!" Everyone exclaimed as they saw the length of the bamboo stick that was only less than the length of the little finger exposed.

"Lingshan...Lingshan...Lingshan..." The tribesmen in the North District suddenly shouted loudly, one wave after another. The momentum was truly arrogant.

Yan Lan smiled and thought to herself: "Brother Lingshan, always give your best!"

On the high platform, Yan Mufeng saw this scene, with a faint smile on his lips. Yan Lingshan was his only heir. Seeing his son behave like this, coupled with his strong strength and position as the patriarch,

I'm afraid it's almost certain.

"Yanling River." After a few people passed by, there was some confusion among the clan members, and many people shouted loudly.

"This guy has been competing with me. I don't know how deep his lottery can be!" Yan Lan immediately walked out of her thoughts and stared at Yan Linghe motionlessly.

Yan Linghe took a deep breath, the spiritual energy in his right hand surged, he gritted his teeth, and the bamboo stick flew away. After the sound, Yan Lan took a look and saw that only more than three inches of the ten-inch long bamboo stick were left.

Point exposed.

"Huh..." Yan Linghe took a deep breath and smiled quietly, obviously quite satisfied with his performance.

"Haha, you see, our Ling He from the East District, although he is young, is not weak in strength. Compared with the four geniuses from your two districts, he is not far behind!" The people from the East District who had been suppressed for a long time finally said something.

He shouted at the top of his voice, causing the tribesmen in the northern and southern districts to look sideways, but they had to admit that Yan Linghe was indeed extremely talented.

When it was Yan Linghe's turn, he was naturally not far away from Yan Lan. After several young men with not outstanding achievements came on stage, the eyes of the tribe finally fell on Yan Lan.

What will happen to this young man who has achieved brilliant achievements comparable to those of his predecessors in weight-bearing training; the young man who defeated the talented young man from the Situ family in a competition; the young man who miraculously survived the earth-shattering thunderstorm.

Achievements are undoubtedly what many clan members are most concerned about.

Of course, most clan members have not seen Yan Lan equalize the family record, have not seen Yan Lan defeat the genius of the Situ family, and have not seen or even believed that Yan Lan can survive the thunderstorm. Therefore, Yan Lan

His appearance aroused their curiosity even more.

At this moment, the entire square suddenly became quiet. The tribesmen in the east, west, south, and north districts were not as noisy as they were when the geniuses appeared before.

Yan Lan gently held the bamboo stick and thought about it: "Should I retain some strength?"

However, Yan Lan did not have time to think too much in the short period of time. While he was thinking, he walked to the black iron stone wall.

"In order to avoid any accidents, I'll use 80% of my strength, which is safer."

Yan Lan's eyes were focused, and the spirit energy in his right hand was activated, and then he gave a soft drink, and the thin bamboo stick flew away quickly with the sound of breaking wind.

With a "bang" sound, the bamboo stick broke into the stone wall, and a stream of stone foam spurted out.

Everyone looked closely and saw that the bamboo stick had actually penetrated more than seven inches into the stone wall. This result surpassed most of the team members and was only a little behind Yan Lingyi, Yan Lingshan and others.

"Look, we in the East District also have capable people!" An East District tribesman said proudly. His words also broke the silence of the entire audience.

"So the rumors are true, and Yan Lan does have some abilities!" Those tribesmen who had originally doubted Yan Lan's strength couldn't help but feel a little more confident in their eyes, and at the same time, the look of anticipation became more intense.

"Haha, a genius is a genius. At a young age, he can surpass many of his older peers. This competition seems to be a bit exciting!"

"However, I have seen many children, but they did not exert their full strength. If Yan Lan can enter the top eight, it is a good result."

"Yes, after all, he is still young. Well, in family competitions in recent decades, the best result for a thirteen-year-old is to enter the top eight, which is extremely difficult!"

"There is no way, the family competition has always been a place for children aged sixteen or seventeen to compete for supremacy. The family allows the younger children to participate in the competition. It does not expect them to achieve any good results. It is just to hone practical experience and experience.

The pressure of fighting. At the age of thirteen, it is absolutely impossible to stand out. After all, geniuses also need time to accumulate strength."

…

After seeing Yan Lan sign the lottery, the clan members began to talk a lot about this talented young man. Everyone agreed that Yan Lan was indeed a genius, and his strength was at most the same as that of the thirteen-year-old boy in the family in the past hundred years.

As for the top eight, they were among the top eight with the best results. As for the top four, they must be under the control of those sixteen or seventeen-year-olds.

On the high platform, Zhou Tianfeng flashed his eagle eyes. After staring at Yan Lan for a moment, his face relaxed and he let out a dry laugh and said: "Brother Yaoji, this child of noble Yan Lan is indeed not simple. Look,

Come to the martial arts test ceremony in more than four months, your family has another trump card!"

Yan Yaoji stood there with an expression on his face, stroking his beard and smiling: "Haha, brother Tianfeng, the Zhou clan is now developing like the sun, even surpassing the two big families of Tianlu Ouyang and Nangong.

The largest clan in Tianlu is in the limelight, and there are endless talented disciples in the clan. For example, the person behind you is less than fourteen years old, but he is sharp and full of unstoppable power. His strength is so strong that even those ten in our clan

A strong man of six or seven years old is no match for him!"

"Haha, brother Yaoji is so complimentary. These young men from the Yan tribe are all secretive people!" Zhou Tianfeng heard this, and there was a hint of pride in his expression.

In recent hundreds of years, the Zhou clan, through the painstaking development of successive clan leaders, has risen from its original position of being second to several major families to becoming the leader of Tianlu. Today's Zhou clan is so powerful that it is like the sun in the sky, and in Tianlu

Among the first-rate forces, they are all ranked among the best. On the other hand, the Yan clan has long been reduced to a second-rate force in Tianlu, and ranks low among the second-rate forces. The young man behind Zhou Tianfeng, named Zhou Yuxiao, is even more talented and powerful.

Originally, Zhou Tianfeng was unwilling to come to participate in the Yan Clan competition this time. After all, the Yan Clan is no longer a major clan in Tianlu. Although it was once tied with the Zhou Clan, over the past hundreds of years, it has become worse year by year, and naturally it has lost

He was interested in watching the performance of the weak. However, he heard that there was a young man in the Yan tribe who could survive the five-color thunder, which aroused his great interest. So, he took Zhou Yuxiao, the genius of the tribe, to go there in person

Come and watch Yan Lan.

However, Zhou Tianfeng looked at Yan Lan carefully and found that there was nothing unusual about it. He couldn't help but smile secretly. He felt that the Yan clan had exaggerated the story of Yan Lan's escape from the thunder. He expected that he was just

It's just that he has extraordinary talent, but it's not that magical.

"Xiao'er, take a good look at the competition between the geniuses of the Yan clan. Among them, there is your opponent in the martial arts test ceremony." Zhou Tianfeng did not shy away and admonished Yan Yaoji in front of him.

Yan Yaoji frowned quietly. The young man beside Zhou Tianfeng made him feel that the Yan clan was under greater pressure to achieve a better ranking in the martial arts test ceremony.
Chapter completed!