In the square, the top 16 players slowly walked towards their duel arena.??     ??

The tribes around were quiet at this moment, staring at these hard-working and talented young men. They are the stars of the family and their own heroes. No matter how successful or defeated, they are worthy of praise.

Because, among their peers of this generation, there are three or four hundred people.

However, there are only about ninety women who are willing to undergo family training, less than one-quarter of them.

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

Yan Lan followed Yan Lingsong quietly, with a slight smile on her face. There was neither joy nor fear in her eyes.

"Yan Lan, see you in the quarterfinals!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind Yan Lan.

Yan Lan raised her lips and said that the person who said this was his old opponent Yan Linghe. She stopped, turned around slightly, and smiled and said, "I have no problem entering the quarterfinals, it depends on you!"

Yan Linghe grinned and said confidently: "I have already booked the top eight early. You should worry about yourself. Yan Lingsong is not a good man. He is just a lunatic. When you get angry, no one here wants to fight him."

Yan Lingsong, who had already slowed down, suddenly turned around and sneered: "You guy, you just talk too much. However, I'm afraid you will disappoint you. I'll take the top eight. Yan Lan, do you think so!"

When Yan Lan heard this, she just smiled calmly, ignored Yan Lingsong's words, turned her head to Yan Linghe and said, "Go to the competition with peace of mind, let's see you in the quarterfinals."

Yan Linghe smiled secretly, patted Yan Lan on the shoulder, and said, "Boy, after entering the quarterfinals, it is best for me to draw a group with you. I can let go of my hands and feet to fight you. Even if I lose, I feel happy."

Yan Lan nodded and smiled. At this time, Yan Lingsong's face was green and waved his fist at Yan Linghe and said, "You kid, get out of here, it's better to be tactful and give up the quarterfinals, otherwise if you meet me in the quarterfinals, you will definitely beat your parents to not recognize you."

Yan Linghe glared at Yan Lingsong fiercely, then smiled at Yan Lan, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Tell him a lesson for me."

After saying that, Yan Linghe quickly walked towards his competition venue.

...

"Yan Lan, if you don't want me to lie on the ground and destroy your image of genius, I advise you to take the initiative to admit defeat!"

The moment he stepped onto the competition venue, Yan Lingsong suddenly turned around and said proudly.

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Ling Song."

Yan Lan waved his hand with a smile, but the stronger the fighting spirit in his eyes was. He finally met an opponent who needed to do his best, so how could he give up easily?

"Haha, although you have good talent, 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 straight at Yan Lan's face. "It would be a tragic outcome without knowing how to lift up."

"Ha ha!"

Yan Lan suddenly smiled arrogantly, then paused, and smiled strangely: "The ending of being too conceited will not be much better."

Even Buddhas are provoked repeatedly, and even Buddhas will be angry, not to mention that Yan Lan is still a bloody man of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Okay, okay, well said, haha!" Yan Lingsong laughed instead of anger, stroked his hands, looked at Yan Lan with interest, and then his eyes shone coldly, "Today, let you know how embarrassing it would be if you don't know how high the sky is! "

"Then please Brother Ling Song, be sure not to show mercy!"

Yan Lan returned to her usual calm expression.

At this moment, the eyes of many tribesmen remained on Yan Lan. The conversation between the two was heard by many tribesmen.

"Ling Song, but our strong man in the West District!"

"Ling Song's strength is probably second only to Lingshan. Yan Lan wants to win, but the chances are slim."

"Yan Lan and Ling Song will be a tragic competition!"

"It's good that Yan Lan can get to this point. At the age of thirteen, he can reach the top 16, and is one of the few in the family's history in the past century!"

...

On the high platform, Yan Yaoji and Zhou Tianfeng, Zhou Yuxiao, a talented young man from the Zhou family, and many elders, all kept their eyes on Yan Lan.

Although there are a few people who are stronger than Yan Lan on the surface, if you say who is the most eye-catching, it is nothing more than Yan Lan.

Although everyone has extraordinary strength in the quarterfinals, opponents such as Yan Lingyi, Yan Linglong and others are obviously three points weaker than them. If there is a difference in strength, there will naturally be no big suspense.

In contrast, Yan Lingsong is known for his strong strength in this competition. With his age of sixteen, compared with Yan Lan's age of threeteen, the former should be the latter.

However, Yan Lan is not an ordinary person. Not only did he defeat the genius boy of the Situ family, he also survived the thunder of heaven. Such an encounter, coupled with facing a powerful enemy, makes people suddenly curious.

After all, most people have only heard of Yan Lan’s name, but have never seen him take action.

"Brother Yaoji, Yan Lan, a noble genius, how likely do you think you have to win!"

Zhou Tianfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his eyes dripped a few times, and asked with a charm.

Yan Yaoji laughed, stroked his long beard lightly, and said, "Can you not see it when you are the eyes of Brother Tianfeng?"

Zhou Tianfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "I can't see clearly the victory or defeat!"

Yan Yaoji smiled and said, "Brother Tianfeng is still above me, you can't even tell, let alone me?"

Seeing that he hadn't asked about anything, Zhou Tianfeng snorted and said, "Then let's just watch the fight. I feel that Yan Lan's child may have some unexpected names."

Yan Yaoji frowned quietly, and then focused all his attention on Yan Lan.

Just now, he was not very polite to Zhou Tianfeng. The relationship between the two families is different from the past. They are fighting each other openly and secretly, and sometimes they are so strong that they are not inferior to families that have hatred with the two tribes.

Both families know each other well, so there is no need to be too polite to avoid damaging their own momentum.

At the competition venue, with Yan Muxiong's order, the momentum of eight small areas surged and the spirit energy rolled.

Although some competitions have different strengths, these sixteen people are not weak players. Even for their own dignity, they need to try their best. If they lose like this, they will not feel embarrassed.

"Yan Lan, I want to see how much water the so-called genius is."

Yan Lingsong sneered, and the spiritual energy flowed around him, and his momentum suddenly surged. His powerful power rushed towards Yan Lan like a dragon crossing the river.

Yan Lan's face did not change his expression. He waved his right hand and clenched his fists. His aura suddenly surged. Yan Lingsong's pressure did not put any pressure on him.

"Hmph, I do have some strength, no wonder I am so arrogant! Next, let's see how I smash your perfect legend."

With a loud shout, Yan Lingsong jumped up, and on his legs, he swept across Yan Lan violently.

"Fengying Legs, my own moves will give you a try first!"

Yan Lingsong's smile became stronger at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm? What a sharp leg technique!"

Yan Lan's pupils tightened, but there was no panic. The corners of her mouth sneered slightly, and she immediately stretched out her hands forward, blocking Yan Lingsong's first leg attack with a head-on approach.

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

After Yan Lan took this leg, before he could adjust, Yan Lingsong attacked another leg.

"Although the leg technique is good, unfortunately the lethality is not enough!"

Yan Lan shouted softly, swung his left hand, and calmly took on another wave of attack. Unexpectedly, after taking it, the attack from the other leg came again. It was like the waves of the sea, continuous.

"Although Ling Song's self-created leg technique is not of high quality, it has to be said that it can greatly enhance the melee attack strength!"

"Ling Song's offensive is domineering and fierce, much more sharp than that genius Situ Zhaonan. In this way, Yan Lan is afraid that he won't last long!"

"Well, Yan Lan's spiritual essence should not be as strong as Ling Song. The long-term battle is not good for Yan Lan!"

...

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

"Hmph, Fengying Legs do not need to consume too much spiritual energy, but they can constantly consume your spiritual energy. I see how long you can hold on!"

Yan Lingsong gritted his teeth, and his legs strengthened a little more.

Yan Lan's face was still unpredictable, and there was no sign of importance. He blocked his hands in front of him, and the spirit was everywhere. He dealt with moves, focused on defending and retreating when fighting.

"Haha, the attack power is very strong, but it is not without cracking. You have tried enough. Now, it's my turn to be powerful."
Chapter completed!