Chapter 11 Yan Lan's Soul Power
On the sidelines, Yan Lingyu put his hands on his chest, stared at Yan Lan with bright eyes, and said softly: "Xiao Lan's confident and proud look is really fascinating!"
Next to him, Yan Linglong covered her mouth and smiled, whispering: "Then you marry him...??
"Sister Ling Long, what are you saying!"
Yan Lingyu punched Yan Linglong's arm, and said coquettishly with a blushing cheek. However, her eyes were full of spring and she smiled secretly.
Just as the two women were teasing each other, Situ Zhaonan shouted, and an invisible force was released from his body, turning into a sword light, and heading towards Yan Lan.
"It's actually a competition of soul power, which is really dangerous."
"What a powerful soul power!"
“…”
The onlookers suddenly felt a trembling soul, especially some teenagers under the age of fourteen, who immediately felt dizzy and their legs subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Hehe, my Nan'er not only has strong cultivation, but also has extremely excellent soul power. With the addition of the two, Yan Lan's son has no hope of winning."
Situ Hengkong stood aside and said to himself with a slight smile.
"Why are you competing for the power of souls?"
Yan Lan felt the huge soul power coming over the sky. Not only was he not panicked, but an undetectable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Yan Lan's eyes condensed, and a soul power that was not weaker than Situ Zhaonan shot out.
At this moment, Situ Hengkong, Yan Muxiong, Yan Muluan, and many tribe members all changed their expressions, and then their eyes widened, and their eyes were incredibly scattered towards Yan Lan, with a hint of shock in their eyes.
"How is it possible that Yan Lan's soul power actually made my soul tremble!"
Many tribe members even exclaimed.
The two soul forces rushed around, fighting each other, and not giving in to each other.
The confrontation of soul power cannot be seen by the eyes, but can only be perceived by the soul.
However, the invisible fight was the most unpredictable.
Everyone dispersed their spiritual consciousness and observed the changes in their expressions of Yan Lan and the two of them.
Who wins and who loses is only in this confrontation.
Quiet and loneliness are the only sound of the wind.
Yan Lan closed her eyes slightly, and the power of her soul hit Situ Zhaonan's soul one after another, and the sharp smile on the corner of her mouth gradually opened.
"Um……"
The training ground, which was so quiet that there was no breathing sound, suddenly let out a muffled groan.
Although the humming is light, compared to such a quiet environment and such a dangerous competition, it is no less than a thunderclap on a sunny day.
Everyone's eyebrows moved, and this muffled groan suddenly appeared. It was Situ Zhaonan's place.
"puff……"
Situ Zhaonan suddenly had his eyes wide open and breathed out of his mouth.
Everyone in the Yan clan turned their attention to Yan Lan.
At this moment, Yan Lan still had a light expression, her eyes closed, and her body remained as motionless as a mountain.
Yan Muxiong twitched inadvertently, the heat in his eyes became even more intense, as if he realized something, his whole body trembled slightly.
"Well……"
Situ Zhaonan's body trembled, and a painful thunder came from deep in his throat.
Situ Hengkong, his eyes widened at this moment, and he stared at Situ Zhaonan nervously, for fear of a slight change. Because of the competition of soul power, abnormal movement means being at a disadvantage.
Gradually, Situ Zhaonan's face became more painful and his face became paler.
"No, it's impossible, I will never lose."
Situ Zhaonan's teeth almost bit her lips and bleeded, and she resisted stubbornly entirely with her unyielding will.
After a few moments of confrontation, everyone felt that it was as long as several hours.
Finally, Situ Zhaonan's body trembled at an amplitude visible to the naked eye.
"Nan'er..."
Situ Heng's heart tightened, as if he realized something.
"You lost!"
Yan Lan raised the corner of her mouth, and in her thick soul, she released this signal to Situ Zhaonan. What followed was a wave of stronger soul power. With its unshakable power, she swept Situ Zhaonan's soul power like a wind sweeping away the remaining clouds.
After the blink of an eye, only Yan Lan's soul power was left in the competition area, surging everywhere.
"puff……"
Situ Zhaonan finally couldn't resist it, and a stream of blood spurted out of her mouth, her face pale, and her whole body retreated like leaves in the wind.
"Nan'er..."
Situ Hengkong tightened his heart, moved his body, and then hugged Situ Zhaonan into his arms, and then released a stream of energy to nourish Situ Zhaonan's body and soul.
"Good boy, I underestimated you."
Situ looked at Yan Lan in a flash and snorted in his heart.
He never expected that Yan Lan's soul power was so powerful that even Situ Zhaonan, who was proud of his soul power, could not take any advantage.
Many Yan clan members suddenly became stunned and stared at everything in front of them, as if they were dreaming.
"Yan Lan actually won, it's so satisfying, haha!"
"Yan Lan should be the number one child in this generation with strong cultivation and strong soul!"
"Yan Lan, it's a little stronger than Yan Li back then!"
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Many Yan clan members rubbed their eyes in disbelief. When they confirmed that all this was true, all the turbid air in their chests was vomited out, and a sense of excitement and pride lingered in their hearts.
At the same time, the clan members also felt stormy waves in their hearts, and Yan Lan's strength was enough to make them feel sorry for. A young man who was enough to be included in the family genealogy was born.
The clan members used to praise Yu Yanlan for his hard practice and his excellent talent, but they never had too high expectations for his true strength.
But now, Situ Zhaonan, who is comparable to a 15 or 16-year-old boy, was defeated by Yan Lan.
In this way, Yan Lan's strength at this moment is no lower than that of some 15 or 16-year-old boys in the family.
Quiet, the entire square was completely quiet, and all eyes were pointed at Yan Lan, this young man who was only thirteen years old.
The eyes of the girls in the family were even more springy, and their faces revealed a hint of crimson.
A strong man is naturally irresistible attraction to women.
Yan Lan slowly opened her eyes and exhaled a lightly. The tension in her heart was relieved. The sharp-eyed person could see that Yan Lan's face was also a little pale, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
"That Zhao Nan is indeed a bit scary."
Yan Lan said in his heart.
Yan Lan knew how much perseverance he had relied on over the past ten years to survive.
"My soul power has been tempered thousands of times, and my soul realm has reached the fourth level of human realm. Compared to that, it is even higher than my cultivation level. However, it is not easy to win!"
In the past, although Yan Lan was low-key, he thought in his heart that his cultivation was comparable to that of a 14 or 15-year-old boy in the family.
Now, I didn’t expect that a person of the same age could make him feel such a great pressure. It was true that there was heaven beyond heaven and there were people above him.
Yan Lan immediately restrained his arrogance and leaned forward slightly, showing some respect to the person who was defeated by him.
"On the road to growth, every person who is not a traitor or a evil person deserves respect, no matter whether he wins or loses himself."
This is Yan Li's teaching, and Yan Lan dared not forget it.
"This boy is really terrible. Nan'er suffered a lot this time, how could he make that kid have a good time?"
Situ Hengkong looked at Situ Zhaonan's severe injuries and unconsciousness, his face showed a ferocious look. He bounced his fingers secretly, and an invisible energy rushed towards Yan Lan.
At this moment, because Situ Hengkong's cultivation was far higher than that of everyone, no one could notice his extraordinary actions.
Chapter completed!