() Following Yan Muxiong’s order, the eight competition venues were suddenly filled with people’s shadows, fists flashing, and shouts of cheers. From time to time, there was something wonderful, and the tribesmen stood up and applauded. The originally solemn and quiet square, in the youth

During their fight, the noise spread everywhere and became more and more noisy.

"It seems that Sister Ling Yu, it shouldn't be difficult to win this competition." Yan Lan stood at a distance and said with a smile.

Because Yan Lingyu's opponent is a fifteen-year-old boy of the same age as her, whose cultivation level and soul level are lower than hers, so if she doesn't master any ultimate skill by leapfrogging, defeat is inevitable.

Looking at Yan Lingshan's opponent, he was actually seventeen years old. However, looking at his aura, he was a bit weaker than Yan Lingshan, who was attacking violently. As expected, the opponent had been defeated steadily after less than ten moves.

Until he was pushed out of bounds and surrendered.

And Yan Lingrui, as his name suggests, is unstoppable. His opponent was sixteen years old, and Yan Lingrui was kicked out of the field the only time they met. He was extremely domineering and tyrannical, and the tribesmen cheered loudly, and many team members

But his eyes widened, obviously shocked by Yan Lingrui's domineering strength.

"I usually hold back for a long time, but this time, I must let go of my resentment. In the first competition, I naturally have to establish my authority, and I must establish my authority fiercely!" Yan Lingrui's eyes flashed, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

, quite enjoying the cheers of the tribesmen.

With a confident smile on his face, Yan Lingrui walked proudly to the sidelines and stood with his hands behind his hands amid the admiring eyes of some girls. He completely lived up to his low-key and forbearing appearance during daily training.

"Cheer, my tribe, I will make you cheer for me even more enthusiastically." Yan Lingrui narrowed his eyes slightly and stood proudly, enjoying the waves of cheers from his tribe.

"What a powerful offensive. I really don't know if I can take that punch!" Yan Lan clenched her fists and licked her lips with her tongue, but her eyes showed the urge to try.

The stronger the opponent, the more igniting Yan Lan's fighting spirit. It is a kind of fanatical and cold fighting spirit, and it is also a fighting spirit that makes the opponent shudder. This is what Yan Lan has honed in the long-term training beyond imagination.

A strong will to come out.

With the defeat of the last team member, the competitions in the eight major competition venues are all over.

"Next, please go to the competition venues No. 1 to No. 8, in order, from No. 9 to No. 16."

Yan Muxiong's shouting voice made the long-awaited clan members even more excited.

Because, in this group of competitions, there are not only Yan Lingyi who is super powerful, free and uninhibited, Yan Linglong who is elegant and has outstanding cultivation, Yan Linghe who is a genius and strong will, but also the one who wiped out the glory of the family

Record, defeat the genius of the Situ family, and the legendary young man Yan Lan who survived the thunder disaster.

Such a colorful team member competing together is really a feast for the eyes and a real pleasure. The tribesmen wish they had more pairs of eyes so that they could see the excitement of each competition.

Yan Lan and Yan Lingyuan faced each other face to face. Logically speaking, one can qualify for the competition at the age of fourteen, and his talent is also superior. Yan Lingyuan participated in the competition this time, and his goal was to enter the top sixteen. Unexpectedly, they met each other as soon as they came up.

Yan Lan immediately lost her confidence and had a grimace on her face.

"Yan Lan, I think I'd better give up to avoid embarrassment!" Yan Lingyuan said with a grimace.

"Brother Ling Yuan, why don't you give up the competition so easily? Why don't you fight me for a hundred rounds and then go off the field happily." Yan Lan did not pretend to be humble. Both of them knew the difference in strength between each other, so there was no need to say false compliments.

Yan Lan's face was full of smiles. On his fists, the spirit energy was rolling, full of fighting spirit.

"Xiaolan, really, when you meet anyone, even if he is a day older than him, he will call you brother. But he knows etiquette, and I like it!" Yan Lingyu jumped to the edge of Yanlan's competition venue early, standing proudly.

, but when she said the word "like" to herself, she suddenly noticed something, her face turned red, and her ears became a little hot.

"Okay!" Yan Lingyuan, Yan Lan, was not pretentious, had a generous temperament, and was quite heroic. He immediately removed his bitter smile, raised the corners of his mouth lightly, and shouted, "One hundred moves is one hundred moves. You have to be careful, lest you be killed by me."

If you accidentally win, you won’t even have time to cry!”

Yan Lan grinned and said with a smile: "If you have any ability, just use it with all your strength!"

Following Yan Muxiong's order, the second round of competition began.

"Be careful!" Yan Lingyuan raised Lingyuan and suddenly rushed towards Yan Lan.

"You can just come over here!" Yan Lan pursed her lips and smiled, then stepped forward with blazing eyes. Now, Yan Lan has a strong fighting spirit for the competition. Only a battle can vent the pride and passion in her heart.

It has been a heavy burden that has weighed on my heart for ten years.

With the combination of fists and kicks, spiritual energy overflowed, and Yan and Lan fought vigorously and fiercely, causing the tribesmen to cheer continuously.

On the high platform, Zhou Tianfeng stared at Yan Lan's figure, but frowned and said secretly: "This kid doesn't look that strong. His current opponent has good talent, but in terms of real strength, he can't be beaten by Xiao'er.

He can't take more than ten moves. This time the two of them exchanged dozens of moves, but Yan Lan didn't have an overwhelming advantage. It seems that he is a bit inferior to Xiao'er."

The look on Zhou Tianfeng's face became even thicker, and he even stroked his beard much harder. Behind him, Zhou Yuxiao also showed a slight look of contempt. It was obviously Yan Lan's performance that disappointed him. The strong man,

You should defeat your opponent as quickly as possible, how can you be so entangled.

All this was seen by Yan Yaoji. However, he didn't say anything. Except that he was a little confused about why Yan Lan was fighting for a long time, his expression did not change much.

Because they have to face the next round of competition, most players choose to fight quickly to avoid consuming too much spiritual energy. Especially when facing opponents with a huge disparity in strength, it is better to fight quickly, such as Yan Ling

If it is sharp, the power of one punch will determine the outcome, and the consumption of spiritual energy will be almost negligible.

In fact, not only these high-ranking people had these thoughts, but many tribesmen who had never seen Yan Lan display his strength before also showed slight doubts and were quite puzzled that Yan Lan did not quickly defeat his opponent.

The number of hundreds of moves may sound like a lot, but in fact, it will be over very quickly with the interlacing of fists and kicks.

With a "bang" punch, Yan Lingyuan took a few steps back, then stood firm, took a deep breath, shouted "Happy", and then bowed his hands to Yan Lan and saluted: "I lost, you

Boy, I admire you!"

After saying that, he didn't show any coyness and simply left the stage neatly.

Yan Lan smiled slightly, and held her hand towards Yan Lingyuan, and then breathed a sigh of relief. In addition to not wanting to break this outstanding young man's self-confidence and respecting his hard work in daily training, he also wanted to vent his inner feelings.

The will to fight. The strong will to fight in my heart is also a headache.

Although there was a battle of hundreds of moves, Yan Lan was just dismantling every move without much pressure, so he didn't consume much. He could recover with a few adjustments. When he turned around, he saw Yan Ling's jade eyes filled with joy and she raised her eyebrows at him.

Thumbs up. Yan Lan grinned, feeling quite comfortable.

At this moment, many tribesmen watched the process indifferently, wondering what kind of medicine Yan Lan contained in the gourd during this competition. "Could it be that his strength was bragging by the tribesmen?" Some tribesmen were slightly confused.

While Yan Lan was puzzling, the other competitions were so exciting that the tribesmen became excited and shouted loudly!
Chapter completed!