() Seeing that Yan Lan attacked his abdomen without hesitation, Yan Linghe had no choice but to retract his right palm, shouted low, put his hands together, and instantly formed a spiritual shield on his abdomen.

Seeing this, Yan Lan still maintained a smile on her lips, not delayed by Yan Linghe's defense. She immediately gave a light drink, and the light on her right fist became brighter. With a muffled sound, her fist suddenly hit Lingyuan.

On the shield, the shield suddenly experienced a huge concave distortion and made a creaking sound.

Yan Linghe secretly screamed that something was wrong, and quickly activated the spiritual energy blessing, and then stabilized the spiritual energy shield. However, the thickness of the spiritual energy shield suddenly became a little weaker.

"Brother Linghe, the defense has been strengthened a bit!" Yan Lan said with a smile on his face, not caring that his offensive was blocked.

Yan Linghe frowned, until Yan Lan's offensive was successfully blocked, he sneered at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he turned his palms to wrap up the remaining energy of the spiritual shield, and at the same time injected a new spiritual energy, and instantly merged into a huge force.

The energy rushed towards Yan Lan's chest without hesitation.

"Huh? What a preemptive move..." Yan Lan felt a spiritual pressure coming towards her face, and immediately gave a light drink. With the sole of her foot as the center of the circle, she tilted her body and drew a circle on the ground, almost rubbing the energy to the other side.

One side.

After successfully dodging the attack, Yan Lan instantly jumped up, filled his right foot with spiritual energy, and kicked Yan Linghe on the back of his neck.

"Good boy, your reaction speed is pretty good." Yan Linghe felt the chill on his back, his brows trembled, he immediately turned around, filled his fists with thick spiritual energy, and faced him straight away.

"Bang bang bang..." The fists and kicks were added together, and the spiritual energy exploded. The two young men, both with a sense of arrogance, were fighting at close range. With fists and palms falling, dangers were everywhere, and dangers were saved.

, Jing’s clever move made many onlookers applaud and praise him.

This competition lasted for about two sticks of incense. Although the two of them did not exert all their strength, they were still slightly out of breath.

Seeing that the sparring time was coming to an end, the two of them had not yet decided who was the best. Yan Lan took three steps back, her face darkened, her spiritual energy surged around her body, her clothes and hair were fluttering, and there was a strange color in her eyes.

"Brother Linghe, you have to be careful!" Yan Lan's eyes burst out with a stern look, and the spiritual energy around him rolled even more violently.

"This kid really can't keep his temper. He is going to use his family's special skills so soon. I am here to accompany you..." Yan Linghe's heart sank, and he immediately took three steps back, and his spiritual energy began to mobilize.

"Heavenly Swordsman."

Yan Lan shouted coldly, and immediately, a blade of light condensed on his right palm. The blade of light instantly grew to one foot long, and was released with a faint and shocking power.

"Sure enough, it's my clan's first-level top-grade skill - Heavenly Sword Hand." This aura was noticed by the onlookers at a glance.

Legend has it that there are nine levels of Kung Fu. Level nine is the highest and level one is the lowest. Each level has four levels: lower, middle and upper.

"This kid Yan Lan can actually operate the Heavenly Swordsman so smoothly!" Yan Linghe's eyes were slightly surprised. He knew how difficult it was to cultivate the Heavenly Swordsman. Originally, the Heavenly Swordsman was his trump card when participating in competitions within the clan.

, he did not expect that at this moment, he would have to use it. What was even more incredible to him was that when he was operating the Heavenly Sword Hand, his body was shaking, his face was red, and it was extremely difficult. But Yan Lan raised the knife with ease.

"You are not the only one who has mastered Heavenly Swordsman." Although Yan Linghe was shocked in his heart, he refused to give in. He immediately raised his right palm high, and immediately, a light blade comparable to Yan Lan's momentum appeared in his right palm.

above.

Seeing Yan Lan and the others using their Heavenly Sword Hands, many tribesmen took a few deep breaths of cold air.

Heavenly Sword Hand is a first-level high-grade skill. If you want to practice it, you need to be at least in the Yuan Dan stage.

"Could it be that Yan Lan's cultivation has reached the middle stage of Yuan Dan?" A tribesman exclaimed softly when he saw Yan Lan using his Heavenly Sword hand as smoothly as water, while Yan Linghe seemed a little jerky.

"How is it possible, at the age of thirteen, in the middle stage of Yuan Dan? This is a state that can only be achieved by a genius boy of fifteen or sixteen years old!"

"This boy is not only physically powerful, but his cultivation is also so amazing!"

"..."

At this moment, many clan members who despised Yan Lan slightly put away their frivolity and replaced it with a sense of solemnity. Because Yan Lan's talent and strength destined that he would not be a burden to the family in the future.

He may even become a member of the family core.

It is simply an idiotic act to underestimate the core members of the family.

"Brother Linghe, be careful." Yan Lan shouted, and the light blade immediately slashed towards Yan Linghe.

"You don't need to remind me." Yan Linghe bit his lips and faced him with the light blade in his hand without hesitation.

"boom……"

Two one-foot-long light blades collided violently, making a deafening explosion. The scattered spiritual energy actually knocked some teenagers three or four feet away to the ground.

"What a fierce swordsman..." Shock and envy burst out from the eyes of people of the same age, and even the tribesmen who were watching also let out some exclamations.

"It's incredible that a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old can actually exert such strong energy!"

"This competition ended in a tie again!"

"No, Yan Lan should have the upper hand. He didn't move a step, but Ling He took half a step back!"

"..."

During the discussion among the clan members, many sharp-eyed people discovered this trivial detail.

"Huh? This kid Yan Lan seems to be more than a little stronger. In the past, we have always fought between brothers. This time, he actually knocked me back a step..." The corners of Yan Linghe's eyes twitched unnaturally.

Jump, this gap that seems insignificant to others, to him, is as wide as a chasm in the sky.

Because he is one year older than Yan Lan, and he thinks that his talent and hard work are not inferior to Yan Lan. But the gap in strength is widening at a speed that he can feel.

Although Yan Linghe's expression remained the same, there was a turmoil in his heart. Yan Lan's progress finally made him feel the pressure for the first time.

The eyes of most clan members were flashing with surprise. Yan Linghe's strength was the best among his fourteen-year-old peers. Compared with some fifteen-year-old clan members, he was even better.

.Now that the thirteen-year-old Yan Lan is still slightly ahead of them, with such strength, he can really be called a genius.

"Perhaps Ling He has retained some strength!" There were still a few stubborn people who couldn't stand Yan Lan, so they could only comfort themselves.

"Happy!" Yan Lan shook his sleeves with satisfaction and said with a satisfied face. Although this move did not achieve an absolute advantage, he was not annoyed at all. The praises of the tribesmen also made him smile.

Gradually it increased.

Yan Muxiong, who was standing in the distance, pondered for a moment, smiled with satisfaction, then frowned slightly and said to himself: "Yan Lan is making rapid progress, and he can see his temperament, but he doesn't know if Ling He will suddenly have a mental block."

Yan Linghe gritted his teeth and glared at Yan Lan for a few times, as if he wanted to say something. But after hesitating for a moment, he turned around without saying a word. He just clenched his fists and looked a little more determined in his brows.

"Gather!" At this moment, Yan Muxiong shouted.

Yan Lingshan frowned and wondered in his heart: "Yan Lan is so relaxed and easy, could it be that he didn't use all his strength just now?" He had been watching Yan Lan's battle from a distance, and even he couldn't see the movement just now.

He didn't defend himself seriously. Suddenly, the contempt in his heart faded away a bit. Although he was three years older than Yan Lan, it now seemed that Yan Lan was an opponent that needed to be taken into consideration.

The remaining young men with considerable strength looked at Yan Lan with a little more awe and enthusiasm, and some young men who were older than Yan Lan had a somewhat solemn look on their faces. Because of the strength Yan Lan showed this time,

It has already posed a threat to their ranking in the family competition.

"Everyone performed well in the competition training today. Next, you will meditate for an hour, and then there will be a lecture on the techniques." Yan Muxiong's expression was still as cold as frost, and even the praise did not make him smile.

meaning.

Yan Lan sat cross-legged on the ground, and the time of meditation passed very quickly. The end point was quickly reached in an hour. The spiritual energy that Yan Lan had just consumed had been restored to 77%, and the whole person felt refreshed.

Just as Yan Lan was looking inside her soul, her spiritual consciousness was introverted, and she was taking the final rest, she suddenly felt a vague sound of breaking through the sky in the distance, coming at a very fast speed. She immediately opened her eyes and looked hard.

At this moment, many strong men on the training field also felt the strange movement, and they all opened their eyes and looked in that direction.
Chapter completed!