At the center of the battle, thousands of feet above, two figures stood in the sky.

There were more than 800 monks watching the battle. Their eyes swept across the blood mist that filled a space of hundreds of feet, and then turned to the figure spraying blood mist, and then looked at the young man wearing a light green robe.

Immediately, the sounds of swallowing and low voices of heated discussion were heard one after another.

"How is it possible that the leader of Bai Wuyubai spurted blood from his mouth and stepped back thousands of feet? It looks like he was seriously injured!"

"But the boy in green robe opposite Head Bai, apart from his clothes being a little messy, can't even see any injuries."

"Oh my God, with the cultivation level of Master Bai's Si Yanying, who is his opponent within a radius of 100,000 miles?"

"Yes, even if we look at the area with a radius of 300,000 miles, there are only a handful of people who can match Master Bai. Even Chen Jiao, the lord of Fusion City and the leader of the Beast Taming Alliance, is three times inferior to Master Bai in cultivation.

point."

"It's unbelievable. The dignified Master Bai was actually seriously injured by a little guy. Could it be that Master Bai indulged too much last night, resulting in a lack of energy and blood? Sure enough, the little guy is still full of energy and full of energy!"

"Tsk, tsk, if your voice is lowered, Master Bai will definitely kill you if you hear it. By the way, what is that kid's background? I'm surprised when I look at him, that little guy's cultivation is so strong.

The realm is really eye-opening for me.”

"Phew, Bai Wuyu will be defeated, which is really satisfying. Several elders of our sect died in his hands. Hum, this time, he will die."

"..."

While everyone was discussing, the one-eyed monk in the crowd glanced at the stunned old man with thin eyebrows, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Behind the one-eyed monk, several disciples changed their original pouting and staring expressions. Their faces were all smiles, and they kept flattering them.

"Haha, I would say that Master has a sharp eye and extraordinary knowledge. He can tell at a glance that that kid is awesome."

"Hey, this is what I said. You kept mumbling before. You also asked whether the master is old and confused."

"You all, stop arguing. Look at the way you are acting now. Aren't you just coveting the sword that Master won? Don't worry. Master will definitely not give such a sword to you casually. Well, I thought that the master would definitely

A martial arts competition will be held. The one who comes out on top in the end will get the sword. Hehe, with my cultivation level, senior brother, I advise you not to worry about the sword."

"..."

The old man with thin eyebrows was still staring at Yan Lan, as if he had not heard the comments around him.

Behind the old man with thin eyebrows, several disciples who were originally high-spirited turned into dejected looks and couldn't help but take a few steps back. They were afraid that if they were not careful, they would offend the old man with thin eyebrows and get into trouble.

After a few breaths, everyone's astonishment gradually subsided, and someone finally remembered the gambling battle, and immediately shouted: "Haha, the two masters just made a bet on this battle, and now the result has been decided, hehe..."

"Yes, yes, it's obvious. Not only did the little guy not disappear into ashes, he seems to be alive and well. This ending is obvious!"

"Well, someone said something worth a thousand words, now it's time to see how much worth his words have!"

"..."

Most of the monks watching the battle came just to join in the fun. The sects they belonged to were almost the same in power, so when they spoke, they were naturally rude, fearing that the atmosphere was not exciting enough.

The old man with thin eyebrows also came to his senses at this time, his rough palms holding the silver sword tightly, trembling slightly.

This is the sword that is the treasure of the sect. It represents the majesty and glory of the sect. Now to give it away to others in vain is really more painful than having your heart cut out.

He originally thought that if Bai Wuyu, who was famous all over the country, launched such an earth-shattering move, not to mention a young boy, even if he did it himself, he would most likely be smashed to pieces.

Unexpectedly, the little boy in his eyes not only did not disappear into ashes, but was actually alive and well. On the other hand, Bai Wuyu, the master he considered to be the strongest, looked like a wilted eggplant, obviously losing his previous arrogance.

"Grandma, you stole the chicken but lost the rice. I'm so angry. I'm so angry. Old Cyclops, I didn't expect you to win. Huh, you stepped on dog shit..."

The old man with thin eyebrows cursed angrily in his heart, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. The one-eyed monk stepped on him and won. If he scolded the other party for stepping on dog shit, wouldn't he himself become dog shit?

"Grandma, I dropped my cruel words in front of so many monks. I'm afraid I'll have to do a lot of bloodletting today."

The thin-browed monk murmured a few words, knowing that if he failed to fulfill his bet, not only would he lose face, but the dignity of his master would also be trampled under his feet.

After pondering for a moment, the old man with thin eyebrows raised his head and said to the one-eyed monk with a smile: "One-eyed old ghost, you are lucky this time. I am not a person who cannot afford to lose. Take it well. Remember, don't be weak.

I lost it on the way. However, it doesn’t matter if I lose my sword, but don’t lose your life.”

The one-eyed monk took the silver sword with a happy expression, touched it a few times and then put it away. He cupped his hand and said with a smile: "Slender-browed old ghost, it's rare that you are so generous. Thank you very much. Don't worry, no one can take this sword or my life."

Not leaving."

The old man with thin eyebrows snorted and glanced at Yan Lan. He instinctively wanted to end the battle here and find Yan Lan's bad luck. However, when he thought about it, even Bai Wuyu was beaten into a bear by Yan Lan.

If he took action himself, wouldn't he be beaten into a ghost?

"That's all, for this bad luck, I'd better go to the one-eyed old ghost to find it. Old guy, my sword is not so easy to take away."

…

Thousands of miles away from Yanlan, in the sky, there are only dozens of ferocious beasts left that can stabilize their figures. Not a single ferocious beast in the Nascent Soul stage is left, and all of them are dead.

Chen Jiao was under the protection of the four elders of the Bai Sect. His eyes were wide open and he was in a daze for a long time. He murmured: "How is it possible that even the most powerful move of the leader can't kill Yan Lan? Isn't that guy human?

"

The four elders of the Bai Sect also had dull expressions and trembling chins, unable to believe that the scene in front of them was real.

Opposite the monk Bai Zong, Ziyi exhaled heavily. She still looked like a demon, but there was a rare softness in her sharp eyes.

Zhao Qing's eyes flickered, he took a breath of cold air, and said in his heart: "I didn't expect that what Yan Lan said was true. With his ability to injure the head of the Bai Sect, it is indeed possible to kill Chen Mo. Alas, he was defeated by

Yan Lan's subordinates, if they accept him as their master, they will live up to my reputation as Zhao Qing."

At this moment, Zhao Qing completely surrendered to Yan Lan, so surrendered that he fell to the ground.

Qing Jian Wuchang smiled slightly and looked at Yan Lan with a clearer and more passionate gaze. He believed that his judgment and intuition must be very accurate, and Yan Lan would definitely be able to stand in a position that he could look up to. One day, he would definitely

meeting!

Wu Se also breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his hands and said: "Yan Lan, Yan Lan, follow you, why don't you always be so thrilling? When the young monk grows up, he has always been like an ancient well, looking like an eminent monk.

Don’t let the young monk lose his appearance again!”

Xichen couldn't help but hug Mo Li. It seemed that only this kind of action could express his inner excitement.

Tongli gently wiped the sweat from her palms. The sweat was not caused by the fierce battle, but the concern and tension in her heart for Yan Lan.

Shi Xu and Bei Feng also exhaled heavily and moved their bodies slowly, subconsciously guarding against sneak attacks by Chen Jiao and others.

In the sky thousands of feet high, Yan Lan held his left hand behind his back, and gently pressed his right hand on his heart, using the golden Buddha power to move around his body.

Although he hid in the Zen Heart Space in time to avoid the head-on collision of the six-color torrent, when the thunder character of heaven collided with the six-color torrent, both he and Bai Wuyu suffered a huge backlash.

In the shock, Yan Lan was also injured three points.

Yan Lan's eyes were fixed on Bai Wuyu. If it were anyone else, he would still be able to judge whether the other person was really injured, but Bai Wuyu was different. He had practiced the Soul-Living Taoist Technique and had an incalculable amount of monk souls in his body.

For just a moment, he couldn't tell whether the thunder word fell on Bai Wuyu's body that day, or whether the monk's soul blocked it for him.

Ten breaths later, Yan Lan's eyes narrowed and she saw Bai Wuyu spurting out a mouthful of blood and staring at him with extremely sinister eyes.

"It seems that Bai Wuyu is really injured and cannot be allowed to recover. Bai Laogui, I gave you a choice. You chose to be my enemy. Don't blame me for being cruel!"
Chapter completed!