Ji Changnian walked out with confidence.

According to the historical rules of the ten major academies, the disciples of team battles and individual battles should be different.

In other words, disciples who have participated in the team battle cannot participate in the individual formation.

But there is a special situation.

Disciples who have won the first place in team battles can also participate in the draw of individual battles.

Ji Changnian became famous in one battle because he won the battle with Ziyuan disciples.

And what made him very happy was that only heaven and earth knew about cheating, he knew about Yan Hongyi knew about it.

Yan Hongyi was already dead under Ye Chuyue's knife, and no one knew the secret behind the Linyuan team battle.

"Senior Brother Ji! Beat them to death! Just like in the Linyuan Mountains, let them know how powerful we Luo Yu is!"

“…”

The disciples of Luoyu Academy shouted.

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"Senior Brother Ji will definitely be able to win triumph!"

"Senior Brother Ji,..."

The golden light is dazzling and eye-catching, it is the big gold chain on Yan Nanji's neck.

What made Ji Changnian frightened was Yan Nanji's eyes that were about to kill.

Ji Changnian swept up to the stage with a glorious charm and bowed to all sides with a smile, with a red face than the top scholar building riding a horse across the street.

Before I could laugh for a while, I saw a figure falling on the formation platform.

Yan Nanji ignored him and looked at the King of Northern Territory.

The King of Northern Realm smiled and nodded, and the dragon roared and the phoenix sang like a divine sound.

Ji Changnian swallowed his saliva and said jokingly: "Is this Mr. Yan famous for his vulgarity?"

“Can you start?”

call out!

The golden fan in Yan Nanji's hand turned blood red, and flew out and turned into a 72-part weapon.

The sword light closed completely again!

The moment it was completely closed, the array platform suddenly changed.

The sharp weapon gathered in front of him, and the light shone into a bloody fan.

Yan Nanji, who was still throwing a fan in the distance, rushed in front of him, flew in the air like a falcon that took off, and grabbed the blood fan with his slender hand.

Ji Changnian suffocated his breath and hurriedly dodged.

boom!

"Young Master Yan?"

Yan Nanji sneered and said, "My husband, I am Grandpa Yan who has been cultivated in several lifetimes. I'm here to send your grandson to death."

Yan Nanji held a blood fan in her hand and slashed at Ji Changnian's face like a sword.

Ji Changnian hid back, but the blood fan still left a bleeding wound on his face, with blood lines from the forehead to the lower jaw!

The thighs were broken, the skin was blooming, and blood flew out. Ji Changnian was so painful that he was so angry that he was gasping for air conditioning. Before he could scream, the fan slashed on his abdomen again.

After saying that, he fanned out and slashed on Ji Changnian's thigh.

A sting.

call out!

call out!

Yan Nanji beat him like me hitting his son, which made the surroundings so shocked that they could hardly speak.

call out!

But in a blink of an eye, Ji Changnian was like a dog with a broken spine, with a fan wound on his body.

Ji Changnian ran away with red eyes on the formation platform with his head in his arms.

...

More than a dozen fans were blown away, and the blood was seen in the bones.

boom!

Throw out the blood fan.

He really couldn't stand it and wanted to jump off the stage and admit defeat.

Before he could jump off, Yan Nanji appeared in front of him, gently shook the blood fan gracefully, and said jokingly: "I want to die? Your Grandpa Yan doesn't agree!"

The sharp weapon passed through Ji Changnian's body, and the red light was radiating behind him.

The seventy-two sharp weapons gathered into a fan in the red light. Yan Nanji came elegantly, and his slender and jade-like hand held the fan again.

The seventy-two powerful weapons run through Ji Changnian's body.

However, it accurately staggered the lifeline, but it could leave a life-long wound in Ji Changnian's martial arts.

Yan Nanji pulled out the fan and didn't stain any blood. He shook the folding fan open, smiled and exposed the dimples and tiger teeth, and slowly shook the blood fan, making people and animals harmless: "It's not beaten at all, it's too weak, too weak."

The disciples of Luoyu Academy were stunned when they didn't expect Ji Changnian to lose so badly.

Yan Nanji turned his wrist lightly and closed the fan, like a dagger, piercing the Dantian from Ji Changnian's waist.

"This class of Luoyu disciples is not very good."

Leng Qingshuang looked at him in anger from afar and pursed her red lips.

She knows.
Chapter completed!