Cheng Lianfeng's face changed and he said angrily: "What did you say?"

"Don't you wear ears? Or are you born deaf?" Qin Yan couldn't stand this person's narcissism. His face was even more resistant to chopping than a magic weapon. I really don't know how he refined it. If you have the chance, you might have to ask for advice.

"The competition begins!"

After the words came to an end, Ying Shuiyun on the viewing table was already full of energy. She watched how her sweetheart defeated Cheng Lianfeng, who also made her hate her very much. However, her mother kept saying that she was good at Lianfeng, and she also said how vulnerable her sweetheart was, which made her feel unhappy.

"You are the first in the first round, but in my opinion you are just lucky. It happens. But in this second round, you rely on real strength, you are dead..." Before he finished speaking, he was tightly grasped by a palm, and only from the building to the sky was seen before him.

Boom!

"The four-star king, dare you say I'm dead?" Qin Yan clapped his hands, looked at Cheng Lianfeng who had been trapped in a wall, and said contemptuously: "I can't compare to you with thick skin, and I can't compare to you with idiots, but when you compare to martial arts and strength, where are you my opponent?"

Ying Shuiyun, who was sitting on the viewing mat, burst into laughter and was amused by Qin Yan's words. Ying's mother next to her was stunned. She was surprised by the woman's laughter. She just heard the woman's applause and laughed again. She thought her daughter fell in love with the man named Cheng Lianfeng, but Cheng Lianfeng lost now, why did she laugh again? Could it be that her daughter fell in love with the young man in the realm of martial spirit?

Although she was a little disdainful that Qin Yan had only the skills of the Martial Spirit Realm, Qin Yan's performance still surprised her. After all, it seems that her true strength is also very good to defeat a four-star king warrior from the Martial Spirit Realm.

Thinking of this, Ying's mother looked at her husband, Lord Ying, and asked, "What's the name of that young man?"

Lord Ying smiled and replied: "I'm called Qin Gui. Among these people, I'm still the one who pays more attention to. First of all, his skills are the lowest among these people, but his overall strength is very high. In the first round of competition, he dominated the top 21 spirit stones and compared everyone, which can be said to be very impressive."

"Oh? That's not bad, and I deserve my daughter." Ying's mother nodded gently and smiled gracefully: "I think this child is not bad, so why don't we observe first. After all, we are choosing a husband for our daughter, not to choose a master, what do you think?"

Lord Ying nodded and nodded, "Madam, this is very good, I have this meaning, too."

In their eyes, only those who are good to their daughters are the first choice, and their skills are the second. So while looking at other people's martial arts, they are also observing how their people are.

"The list was announced, and those selected for the second game were Qi Lin, Zhao Wuliang, Qing Fengyang, and Qin Gui. Please leave the rest."

Those who had already lost the game were dejected, and Cheng Lianfeng looked at Qin Yan even more viciously, as if he wanted to bite off all the pieces of meat from Qin Yan's body.

"The second contempt! In the first round, Qi Lin vs. Zhao Wuliang."

After the words were finished, Qi Lin and Zhao Wuliang both walked to the martial arts platform.

"Please!" Qi Linao said.

Zhao Wuliang snorted and said, "Get out! You are not worthy of robbing me!"

When he finished speaking, his face suddenly sank, and even Lord Ying and Ying Shuiyun had no good faces.

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The two of them fought fiercely on the stage, but in the audience, there was a different scene.

Qing Fengyang and Qin Yan stood together, and Qing Fengyang asked coldly: "Who do you think they will win?"

"Zhao Wuliang. Because of his high skills, Qi Lin's skills are too low. Compared with the two of them, Qi Lin's skills are just a flaw, and it would be good to be able to support three moves. But Qi Lin's power is beyond my imagination. I didn't expect that he could last until now." Qin Yan smiled.

"Talk." Qing Fengyang glared at him.

Qin Yan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, waiting for the final result.

After waiting for about three minutes, the final result came out. It turned out that Zhao Wuliang won, and it was no surprise that he won.

Qi Lin was crushed by Zhao Wuliang's palm, and his skills were abolished. He used very cruel means to prevent him from practicing forever. Seeing Qi Lin spitting blood and being carried off the stage, Zhao Wuliang demonstrated and looked at Qin Yan and Qing Fengyang, snorted, jumped off the martial arts platform, and stood on the other side.

"In the next game, Qin Yan faces Qing Fengyang."

After the words came to the end, Ying Shuiyun became more energetic and watched Qin Yan and Qing Fengyang step by step as they walked to the martial arts stage.

Beside him, Lord Ying said, "This Qing Fengyang is the proud disciple of the leader of the Qing Jian Sect. He has a strong sword technique and is already an outstanding artistic conception. However, this Qin Gui is very powerful, but he has no dew. Who will win the battle between these two people?"

"I guess it must be Qing Fengyang." The wife beside her nodded and said, "The Qin ghost mentioned by my husband just now is not strong, but it is quite weaker than Qing Fengyang. Qing Fengyang's skill has reached the six-star king. No matter how powerful the Qin ghost is, he can't beat it, right?"

Ying Shuiyun said angrily, "Let's take a look."

Lord Ying and his wife looked at each other, and their wife asked with a smile: "Does Yun'er think Qin Gui will win?"

Ying Shuiyun didn't say anything, and she laughed.

"The competition begins!"

After the words came, the sound of drawing the sword sounded. Qing Fengyang had already drawn the sword and pointed it at Qin Yan, and said coldly: "Draw the sword."

Qin Yan smiled lightly, summoned the Heiya Sword from his dantian, raised it and pointed it at Qing Fengyang, "Those who are qualified to draw my sword are those respected by me, Qin Gui."

Qing Fengyang's expression was calm, and suddenly the sword shook and stabbed it. Only a sound of ping was heard, and the Black Ya Sword had blocked Qing Fengyang's sword.

"Haopu Mountain!"

Qin Yan's next move did not use a sword, but punched a fist. Qing Fengyang's face changed slightly, and he quickly flew up and avoided it. Only a loud bang was heard! The entire martial arts platform was shocked.

"What a great boxing technique! Good!" Lord Ying applauded.

At this time, Qin Yan had already jumped up, and the power of purple thunder covered the sword edge of the Black Ya Sword, releasing a sword energy.

Qing Fengyang felt the power of purple thunder in the sword energy, and couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart and quickly flew to the left. At this time, Qin Yan's body moved and had already reached behind him, slashing towards his back with a sword.

"Ice and Snow World!"

Qin Yan's brows shrank into a ball, and he jumped away quickly. There was a rustling sound, and a snow-capped mountain had already formed in front of Qing Fengyang just now.

"Spinning the clouds and rains! Break!"

Three thousand sword lights, and several sounds were heard, City Lord Ying jumped up again and shouted: "Good sword technique!"

Under the martial arts platform, Zhao Wuliang's face turned blue. Seeing City Lord Ying admire the person named Qin Gui so much, he was so angry that he saw Ying Shuiyun clapping and laughing while clapping his hands and laughing, a gloom flashed in his eyes.

Pongpongpong.

The two of them fought equally, but Qin Yan performed very relaxed. On the other hand, although Qing Fengyang looked calm, Qin Yan could already hear his breathing began to be messy, and it was estimated that a lot of true energy had been consumed.

In addition, the sword skills of the two people were too far apart, and Qin Yan also had the power of Jianxin, which was better than Qing Fengyang's floor. Compared with swords, Qing Fengyang quickly fell at a disadvantage.

"The demons dance!"

Qin Yan directly used the Fengyu Sword Technique, second only to the Fengyu Sword Formation to dance randomly.

There was a loud bang.

Qing Fengyang had already fallen from the air, and Qin Yan's heels were standing on the ground. With a whirlwind, the tip of the Black Ya Sword had already pointed at Qing Fengyang's throat.

"Why stop?" Qing Fengyang's mouth was covered with blood. He looked up at Qin Yan and asked, "Just use force, you can kill me."

"I don't want to kill someone, and in front of someone, I don't want to kill someone who has no grudges with me at all." Qin Yan said with a smile.

"There is no grudge at all? My brother was killed by you." Qing Fengyang raised his head and said.

"Everyone signed a life-and-death case before entering that secret realm. It can be said that even if I kill your brother, I will not have anything to do. Are you talking about it?" Qin Yan asked with a smile.

Qing Fengyang calmed down, thinking about the problem Qin Yan said.

Qin Yan took back the Heiya Sword and said, "Actually, we can be friends."

Qing Fengyang stood up and said coldly: "I would rather learn your swordsmanship. Please accept me as your disciple!" As he said that, he really knelt down.

"Don't you have a master? I see your sword technique, it seems to be the sword technique of Qingjianmen." Qin Yan asked.

Qing Fengyang said, "Please accept me as your disciple!"
Chapter completed!