() In the square, the top 16 players slowly walked towards the duel arena of their destiny. The tribesmen around them were all quiet at this moment, staring at these hard-working and talented young people. They are the new stars of the family.

, he is also his own hero. Regardless of victory or defeat, he deserves to be praised for reaching this point.

Because there are three to four hundred people of their generation among their peers. However, those who are willing to undergo family training, including more than thirty women, are only about ninety, less than a quarter.

.These sixteen people can be said to be one of dozens among the younger generation of the family. They are all extremely outstanding in terms of talent and perseverance.

Yan Lan followed Yan Lingsong quietly, with a slight smile on her face and no joy or fear in her eyes.

"Yan Lan, let's meet the top eight!" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind Yan Lan.

Yan Lan raised the corners of his mouth. The person who said this was none other than his old rival Yan Linghe. He stopped, turned around slightly, and said with a smile: "I'll be in the top eight, so it's no problem. It's all up to you!"

Yan Linghe grinned and said confidently: "I have already booked the top eight places early, you still have to worry about yourself, Yan Lingsong is not a good person, he is a madman, if he starts to go crazy, who among us here

I don’t want to confront him.”

Yan Lingsong, who had slowed down at first, suddenly turned around and sneered: "You brat, you're the only one who talks too much. But I'm afraid I'll disappoint you in the end. I've decided on the top eight. Yan

Lan, you said yes!"

Hearing this, Yan Lan just smiled calmly and ignored Yan Lingsong's words. She turned to Yan Linghe and said, "Let's go and compete in peace. Let's meet the top eight."

Yan Linghe smiled secretly, patted Yan Lan on the shoulder and said: "Boy, after entering the top eight, it's best for me to be drawn into a group with you. If I can fight with you freely, even if I lose, I will

I feel refreshed."

Yan Lan nodded and smiled, but at this time Yan Lingsong's face was green, he waved his fist towards Yan Linghe and said: "You kid, get out of here, you'd better give up on your own and give up on the top eight, otherwise you will meet me in the top four battle."

, I will beat you until your parents don’t recognize you."

Yan Linghe glared at Yan Lingsong fiercely, then smiled at Yan Lan, whispered in his ear: "Teach him a lesson for me." After saying that, he quickly walked towards his competition venue.

…

"Yan Lan, if you don't want me to knock you to the ground and ruin your image as a genius, I advise you to admit defeat!" The moment he stepped onto the competition venue, Yan Lingsong suddenly turned around and said with a proud face.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, Brother Ling Song." Yan Lan waved his hand with a smile, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger and stronger. How could he give up so easily when he finally met an opponent who needed all his strength?

"Haha, although you are very talented, you are three years younger than me. Three years old is a gap that you cannot cross." Yan Lingsong stretched out three fingers and pointed them directly at Yan Lan's face.

It would be miserable."

"Haha!" Yan Lan suddenly smiled arrogantly, then paused, his eyes flashed, and he smiled strangely, "The consequences of being too conceited will not be much better."

Even a Buddha would be angry if he was repeatedly provoked, not to mention that Yan Lan was still a bloody man of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Okay, okay, well said, haha!" Yan Lingsong smiled instead of angry, put his hands on his palms, looked at Yan Lan with interest, then his eyes turned cold, and he said coldly, "Today, I will let you

I know, I don’t know how high the sky is, how embarrassing it will be!”

"Then please, Brother Ling Song, be sure not to show mercy!" Yan Lan returned to her usual calm demeanor.

At this moment, the eyes of many tribesmen were fixed on Yan Lan. The conversation between the two that was full of gunpowder was naturally heard by many tribesmen.

"Ling Song is the strong man in our Western District!"

"Ling Song's strength is only second to Lingshan. If Yan Lan wants to win, the chance is slim."

"Yan Lan and Ling Song will have a fierce competition!"

"It's pretty good that Yan Lan has reached this point. At the age of thirteen, there are only a handful of people who can reach the top sixteen in the family's nearly 100-year history!"

…

On the high platform in the middle, Yan Yaoji and Zhou Tianfeng, as well as Zhou Yuxiao, a genius boy from the Zhou family, and many elders all focused their attention on Yan Lan. Although there are a few people who are more powerful than Yan Lan on the surface, but

If anyone is the most eye-catching, it is Yan Lan.

In the battle of the top eight, although all of them have extraordinary strength, the opponents such as Yan Lingyi, Yan Linglong and others are obviously three points weaker than them. With the difference in strength, naturally there will not be too much difference.

Big suspense.

Looking back at Yan Lan's competition, it is well known that Yan Lingsong is very strong. In addition to his age of sixteen, compared to Yan Lan's age of thirteen, conventionally speaking, the former should beat the latter. However, Yan Lan is not an ordinary person.

Not only did he defeat the talented young man of the Situ family, but he also survived a thunderstorm. Such an encounter and the fact that he faced a powerful enemy made people curious. After all, most people have only heard of the name Yan Lan, but they have never heard of it.

I've seen him take action.

"Brother Yaoji, what do you think the chances are for the aristocratic prodigy Yan Lan to win?" Zhou Tianfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, rolled his eyes a few times, and asked charmingly.

Yan Yaoji laughed, lightly stroked his long beard, and said: "With my brother's eyes, can't you see it?"

Zhou Tianfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "I can't tell the fine line between victory and defeat!"

Yan Yaoji smiled and said: "Brother Tianfeng is stronger than me, you can't even see it, let alone me?"

Seeing that he didn't ask for any tricks, Zhou Tianfeng snorted and said, "Then let's just wait and see. I feel that kid Yan Lan might come up with some tricks that no one expects."

Yan Yaoji frowned quietly, and then focused all his attention on Yan Lan. He was not very polite to Zhou Tianfeng just now, but the relationship between the two families was not what it used to be. They were fighting each other openly and secretly, and sometimes the competition was too strong.

, even as good as the families who have hatred against the two families. The two families are well aware of each other's relationship, so there is no need to be too polite to avoid damaging their own momentum.

In the competition venue, following Yan Muxiong's order, the momentum of the eight small areas surged at the same time, and the spiritual energy rolled. Although there is a strength gap between each other in some competitions, these sixteen people are not weak players. Even for their own dignity,

You also need to try your best, so that if you lose, you won't feel embarrassed.

"Yan Lan, I want to see how much moisture the so-called genius has." Yan Lingsong sneered, and the spirit energy flowed around his body, and his momentum suddenly rose. With a powerful force, he rushed toward Yan like a dragon crossing the river.

Lan rushed over.

Yan Lan's face did not change, he waved his right hand and clenched his fists, and his whole body's momentum suddenly surged. Yan Lingsong's pressure did not put any pressure on him.

"Hmph, you do have some strength, no wonder you are so arrogant! Next, let's see how I crush your perfect legend." With a loud shout, Yan Lingsong jumped up, with thick spiritual energy wrapped around his legs.

, swept violently towards Yanlan.

"Wind Shadow Kick, I'll let you have a taste of my homemade move first!" The smile on Yan Lingsong's lips became even stronger.

"Huh? What a sharp kick!" Yan Lan's pupils tightened, but he did not panic. He sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth, and immediately stretched his hands forward to block Yan Lingsong's first leg attack head-on.

"If you think it's so simple, then you lose!" Yan Lingsong smiled proudly in his heart.

After Yan Lan received the kick, before he could adjust, Yan Lingsong attacked with another kick.

"Although the kick skills are good, it's a pity that the lethality is not enough!" Yan Lan shouted lowly, flicked his left hand, and calmly received another wave of attacks. Unexpectedly, after receiving the attack, the attack from the other leg came again. Like the waves of the sea.

, endlessly.

"Although Ling Song's self-created kick method is not of high grade, I have to say that it can greatly enhance the melee attack strength!"

"Ling Song's attack is domineering and fierce, much more powerful than that genius Situ Zhaonan. If this happens, Yan Lan may not be able to hold on for long!"

"Well, Yanlan Lingyuan should not be as powerful as Lingsong. A protracted battle would be detrimental to Yanlan!"

…

While Yan Lan was fighting fiercely, the tribesmen onlookers were also discussing fiercely. As time went by, Yan Lan's chances of winning slowly declined in the hearts of the tribesmen.

"Hmph, Fengying Legs don't need to consume much spiritual energy, but they can keep draining your spiritual energy. Let's see how long you can last!" Yan Lingsong gritted his teeth, and the strength of his legs increased a bit.

Yan Lan's expression remained as calm as before, and he could not tell what his priorities were. He held his hands in front of his body, and his spiritual energy was overflowing. He used every move to attack, focusing on defense and retreating while fighting.

"Haha, the attack power is very strong, but there is no way to break it. You have fought enough, now it is my turn to show off."

When Yan Lingsong's smile grew stronger, Yan Lan, who was originally calm, suddenly tightened his eyes, and then raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth. It was subtle, but it shocked some sharp-eyed tribesmen.
Chapter completed!