Following the eyes of each of the quarterfinals, everyone also knew their opponents.?         ??

Yan Lan glanced over Situ Zhaoyun and felt that his eyes were staring at a young man in Wuzong.

"Martial Sect is also the top of Tian6's second-rate strength. I wonder which one is better than Situ Zhaoyun or that kid." Yan Lan thought to himself.

The elder of the Shengfeng Sect shouted: "You have already drawn the jade slip now, and there is a number in the jade slip. This is your order of competition. Please remember it."

When Yan Lan's mind moved, he knew that his number was seven.

Afterwards, everyone returned to the family's viewing platform. The first group of people who participated in the competition were Pang Xiao and a teenager in the quarterfinals.

The elder of the Shengfeng Sect shouted: "The rules of the showdown are very simple. If you leave the round world, you will lose; if you take the initiative to admit defeat, you will lose; within the round world, you will not be quasi-life or death."

Yan Lan sat beside Yan Yaoji and stared at Pang Xiao with interest, hoping to see the attack routine and cultivation techniques from him.

In less than a stick of incense, Pang Xiao actually bombarded the young man out of the round world. What surprised Yan Lan even more was that Pang Xiao had not used his mysterious and mysterious Annihilation Birth Art.

Yan Lan shook her head in disappointment, but the Pang family members beside him cheered unceremoniously.

"I just said Pang Xiao is amazing. Hehe, I won in less than one stick of incense. Haha, those so-called geniuses are simply paper-filled in front of Pang Xiao of our clan." A member of the Pang family shouted, and his eyes glanced at Yan Lan from time to time, obviously his words were meaningful.

"Of course, my genius is not comparable to cats and dogs." Another member of the Pang family smiled proudly in the direction of the Yan clan.

The Yan clan members naturally saw that the thorns in their words were full of anger and murderous aura. However, because Yan Yaoji warned everyone not to make verbal disputes, everyone glared at them a few times and ignored the clown in the Pang family.

They believe that strength is far more convincing than words.

Many viewers praised Pang Xiao's strength, which made the Pang family even more proud.

The second group of competitions were Situ Zhaoyun and disciples of Wuzong.

Yan Lan immediately raised his interest. Situ Zhaoyun kept provoking him. He wanted to see what Situ Zhaoyun had to make him so arrogant.

The battle between Situ Zhaoyun was extremely exciting.

The disciples of Wuzong have outstanding cultivation and their magic tricks have changed a lot.

Situ Zhaoyun relied on the Purple Thunder Fist alone, coupled with his unique skills, Thousand Thunder Seal, and was at ease without any disadvantage.

After three incense sticks passed, the two of them were unable to distinguish between the top and bottom.

Yan Lan frowned and said to himself: "Can you have any powerful skills that guy Situ Zhaoyun? Well? His Thunder Seal is obviously more domineering and powerful than Xishanshi. However, it is probably not that easy to defeat the boy Wuzong."

The competition lasted for half an hour, and the two were still fighting.

The observers around began to make impatient and hot discussions.

"Are these two people evenly matched?"

"Maybe, the Situ family and Wuzong are both the tops of the second-rate forces in Tian6. The two sides fight each other, which will definitely be a hard battle."

"Well... something is wrong..."

Among the spectators, there are many extraordinary people who gradually realize the subtle changes in the competition.

Yan Lan's soul power caught these messages and frowned slightly, wondering what was wrong.

At this moment, Situ Hengyi's expression was plain and he could not tell his happiness or anger; the leader of the Wuzong Sect, Zhui Wuzhenren, frowned, and his face gradually became solemn.

Yan Lan noticed this change, immediately gathered his eyes and carefully observed the figures of the two.

Suddenly, his brows relaxed and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Lingyu, who had been paying attention to Yan Lan, noticed his relieved expression and came over curiously and asked, "Xiao Lan, why are you laughing at? Do you know who wins and who loses?"

Yan Linglong and other outstanding juniors of the Yan clan all raised their ears. Yan Lan accurately judged the tit-for-tat duel between Yan Lingshan and Yan Lingrui in advance in the family martial arts examination.

At this moment, the two people in the circle are even more powerful, and it is undoubtedly more difficult to judge who wins and who loses.

Yan Lan turned his head and smiled, saying, "It's hard to judge the outcome, but you can see the strategy of that kid Situ Zhaoyun."

"What is the strategy?" Yan Lingyu asked with a frown.

Everyone in the Yan clan stared at Yan Lan, and the cultivators from the second and third-rate forces next to him were also curiously looking at Yan Lan. Even some of the members of the Situ family listened to Yan Lan's next words.

Yan Lan smiled complacently and said, "Situ Zhaoyun knew that the disciples of Wuzong were not weak, so he did not take a blitzkrieg, but used a protracted battle. At this moment, the disciples of Wuzong seemed as light as Yan, but they were slightly slower than the beginning. However, Situ Zhaoyun's figure was faster. The skills he released were domineering one move than another. At present, it depends on whether the disciples of Wuzong have any powerful trump cards, or whether he pretended to be like this."

"Oh!" Yan Lingyu nodded slightly and then turned her eyes to the venue.

The rest of the people nodded thoughtfully and watched the competition intently.

After another stick of incense, both sides began to use some talismans and magic weapons, and the sound of explosions came everywhere, which feasted the audience's eyes.

At this time, more and more people began to notice strange things in the circle.

The slower the body of the Wuzong disciples, even though they had magic weapons to protect their bodies, they finally became unable to do so. In addition, Situ Zhaoyun's magic weapon was also powerful, and the spirit talismans were constantly being sacrificed, and the Wuzong disciples gradually became panicked.

"Bang!"

After a blast, Situ Zhaoyun made a Thousand Thunder Seal, carrying a powerful talisman, and hit the disciples of Wuzong hard, causing the latter to fly backwards and unstoppably out of the round world.

The Wuzong disciple stood up, his face pale, gasping heavily, and his eyes flashed with unwilling eyes.

However, if he is defeated after leaving the circle, he has no choice but to be unwilling to accept it.

Yan Lan looked at Situ Zhaoyun who stood indifferently. He saw an unfathomable potential in him. Because at this moment, Situ Zhaoyun's breath was actually calm, and there was no large loss except for the spiritual energy consumption.

"I didn't expect that one of the eight major forces would be eliminated so quickly. In the past, few disciples of the eight major forces would be eliminated so quickly."

"It seems that the Situ family has taken a lot of money to cultivate this boy!"

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The monks watching the battle all threw admiring eyes at Situ Zhaoyun.

Yan Lan noticed everyone's admiration for Situ Hengyi, and there was a hint of solemnity between his eyebrows. It was not that he could not stand the public's appreciation for Situ Zhaoyun, but that he felt a little pressure on himself with an additional potential powerful opponent.

Of course, this pressure only made Yan Lan pay more attention to the other party, and it did not affect her mood.

In the following four competitions, the genius teenagers of the eight major forces fully demonstrated the momentum and strength that the big family should have, and they all defeated their opponents within half an hour.

There are even two people who suffer extremely heavy trauma. If they do not take care of themselves, they will inevitably affect their foundation.

"The seventh group competition - Yan Lan of the Yan clan, against Ji Hao of the Ji family."

At this moment, everyone's eyes, no matter which force they were, were focused on Yan Lan.

When Yan Lan heard the elder of the Shengfeng Sect shout his name, he slowly stood up with a smile on his face. A proud aura emanated from his body. Although his eyes could not see it, everyone could still feel a powerful fighting spirit.

This fighting spirit made everyone excited.
Chapter completed!