I saw a pair of Emei blades in Shao Yan's hand, spinning constantly on his fingertips.

Sanyuan changed his usual cowardly demeanor and said, "Senior brother, try my Eight Sword Slash."

As soon as he said this, he clearly saw that Sanyuan didn't have any real weapons in his hands. He raised his hand and waved, and eight knife-like sharp points went straight towards Shao Yan's face.

Shao Yan's pupils shrank, the Sanyuan in his memory was a little brat who was slapped in the face all day long.

At this moment, seeing the eight swords coming towards him, he immediately threw out the Emei thorn in his hand.

There was a tinkling sound, sparks flying, and the sound of metal colliding.

At the same time, Sanyuan took this opportunity to rise up: "Thunder Sky Hammer!"

When he fell, his fist instantly turned into a huge hammer and hit Shao Yan who was retreating.

At that moment, everyone in the venue stood up, but no one made a sound.

"Bang..." Boom!

The stone slab was shattered where it was hit, and cracked along the center of the pit.

At that moment, Zi Ling stood up slowly and subconsciously, her eyes full of fear. Is this Sanyuan?

She really couldn't imagine that the little junior brother she was bossing around all day, and the incompetent person led astray by Uncle Jiuxian, could be so powerful.

Shao Yan rolled several meters quickly when the gravel exploded, and she was horrified as she watched the sledgehammer fall under her eyes.

If he was half a minute slower, he would be smashed into a pulp.

"Time's up, dong dong dong..."

"The first game was won by three dollars."

The sound of the announcement was like a reminder, causing Shao Yan, who had always been aloof, to fall into a trough, losing all face.

Even Zi Ling, who was waiting for the competition, couldn't help it:

"It must be cheating, this must be cheating."

However, Zi Ling could only look at Sanyuan angrily after being told by the leader's divine consciousness to drink it back.

Three yuan handed over.

After a two-minute break, the second test began.

Sanyuan remembered his master’s teachings. Everything should focus on learning and recharging one’s energy. Did he reveal himself too much just now?

But Master also said that there is no need to hold it back during the competition.

This time at the beginning, Shao Yan was wary. Sanyuan was hiding deep, so he had to be careful.

"Brother, please."

"Junior brother Sanyuan, please."

The two came back to greet each other.

The large holes that were smashed into the site were quickly filled with stone slabs.

Ah Jiu was stunned for a long time: "Hey... am I blinded?"

"You don't have fireworks, Junior Sister."

"Is that Senior Brother Sanyuan?"

"Yes, it's senior brother." Sixi corrected calmly.

"He is too powerful." Ah Jiu's heart beat.

Yaoyao listened and said, "Sanyuan has a good foundation."

"Really? I also found that yes, he was able to kill the head brother." The more Ah Jiu watched, the more interesting it became. If he had chosen to leave before, he would have missed this good show.

"Jiu'er, the weapon just now is the Emei Blade. One is long and the other is short. They are like two swords. The long one is for self-defense and the short one is for attack."

Yaoyao tried her best to let Jiuer know more when she went up.

"One is long and the other is short." Ah Jiu didn't finish his words.

The sound of gongs and drums came from the stage.

When Ah Jiu went to see Shao Yan again, there was blood in Shao Yan's mouth. Sanyuan stood on the opposite side and bowed his hands in salute: "Senior brother, please forgive me..."

He won both games and advanced with three yuan.

Suddenly, Sixi stood up happily and cheered: "Three yuan, three yuan!"

But it seemed like he was the only one cheering in the entire stadium.

The thing Ah Jiu heard whispering the most was - How could Jiu Xian, such a stubborn uncle, be able to raise such a powerful disciple?

——I don’t believe it anyway, I must have done something.

Sanyuan returned the favor and sat on the bottom row of the high platform where the winner of the first game was.

As soon as he sat down, he started chatting with Wang Chun: "Senior Brother Wang, you are so capable."

"Junior brother Sanyuan is not bad either."

Zi Ling didn't come back to her senses for a while. Her senior brother's cultivation level was so high, why was he kicked off the stage by Sanyuan's little brother who was bullied by her every day?

Boom, boom, boom!

"In the next game, Meng Jiuer versus Zi Ling, boom..."

The sound of the gong shook away the discussion in the field. Soon, Zi Ling stood up and walked to the center of the field, looking confidently at Meng Jiuer's position in the corner.
Chapter completed!