After announcing that the morning tribe exam was over, most tribe members did not leave their seats, and many people were still talking about the morning competition.    ?

Some people brag about the scene when they saw Yan Lan survived the thunder storm, and spit out everywhere, but many people were still focused and shocked when they heard it.

Others can be idle, but Yan Lan cannot be at all casual. After chatting with Yan Lingyu and others for a while, he stepped into a stone chamber, locked the stone door, and then entered the Zen space to practice.

In the morning, Yan Lan fought with Yan Lingyi. With that move, he used almost half of the spiritual energy and the power of the thunder soul. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Yan Lingyi to be so injured.

At this moment, Yan Lan's dantian was empty and his soul was empty. He urgently needed to recover. Otherwise, there would be no need to fight in the afternoon competition, just admit defeat.

Yan Lan calculated in his mind that there were more than two hours before the afternoon competition. With the powerful power of the Zen Mind Space, he should be able to recover. After all, it was just energy consumption and there was no injury.

In the banquet living room, the senior executives of the family, Zhou Tianfeng and others had enough food and drink. Zhou Tianfeng suddenly said, "Brother Yaoji, my clan has some things that I need to go back and deal with, so I have to leave now. For the past two days, Brother Lao Yaoji has been entertained."

Yan Yaoji frowned and felt that Zhou Tianfeng was pulling Zhou Yuxiao with a hint of anxiety on his face. He immediately realized what he was thinking. He bowed and smiled and said, "Where is Brother Tianfeng, it is the blessing of the noble family to come to the noble family to support him. Since the noble family has something to do, I don't want to force him to stay."

Zhou Tianfeng frowned, and then laughed and said, "The afternoon competition should be very exciting. Alas, it's a pity that we can't watch the battle between the two major geniuses of the Yan clan. I hope that we can appreciate the style of the Yan clan geniuses at the martial arts ceremony more than four months later..."

"Well, Brother Yaoji, don't forget that tomorrow morning, our two families will go to Xishan together and meet the opportunity of the strange beast together. Hehe, I don't know who will be the owner of that great opportunity in the end!"

After stroking his beard and smiling, Yan Yaoji's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Opportunity is determined by heaven, and it is not something that we and others can force. To go to the West Mountain tomorrow, my clan will definitely not forget such an important thing."

The two of them exchanged greetings and said, and Zhou Tianfeng took Zhou Yuxiao and several followers and turned into a stream of light and headed towards the sky.

Yan Yaoji looked at the departing Zhou clan people and felt a heavy doubt in his heart: "Relying on the huge resources of the Zhou clan, I'm afraid that the boy named Zhou Yuxiao will make great progress again!"

With a low sigh, Yan Lan's slightly thin figure appeared in Yan Yaoji's mind. In his seemingly weak body, there seemed to be an unpredictable force.

Thinking of this, Yan Yaoji couldn't help but increase his confidence and smiled a little.

After all, the family has not achieved great results in the martial arts examination ceremony over the years. No matter how bad this time it is, it is impossible to be worse than before.

...

Two hours arrived in a flash.

The scattered sun in the sky made the square scattering dazzling light, but many tribesmen remained unabashed at all. The seats around the square were still crowded and filled.

Yan Lan was awakened by a spiritual consciousness he set up. He stretched his waist in the Zen space and suddenly felt that the energy in his body was full. Under the nourishment of golden energy, the spiritual element in the dantian reached a saturation state; the soul power also reached a perfect state under the tempering of the soul element.

"It's really a sympathetic heart that goes against the sky, a shocking soul essence!"

Yan Lan couldn't help sighing, then stepped out of the Zen Heart Space and pushed open the stone gate. The strong light from the outside made people a little dizzy. What followed was the shouts of the tribe members, which were like waves of the sea, surging towards him.

Although the light is strong, it has not had any impact on him with Yan Lan's deep strength.

Yan Lan's eyes swept towards the competition area, and saw a figure standing there, with a arrogant look and a calm momentum.

"Brother Ling Tian, ​​relying on the assisted cultivation of the King's Weapon, his strength should have been stable in the middle stage of the Pill Transformation. I just don't know what kind of state his soul realm has reached?"

Yan Lan walked out of the stone chamber with a smile, and walked towards Yan Lingtian without fear at all amid the cheers of the tribe members.

A glimpse of light burst out from the two of them.

Yan Mufeng looked at the two boys who were dissatisfied with each other, smiled slightly, immediately stood up, and whispered: "The battle of the kings in the afternoon is about to begin. The tribesmen, cheer for the strong!"

"coax……"

A thunderous noise suddenly broke out in the square.

"You said, Yan Lan can withstand Ling Tian's attacks?"

"What? Do you think Yan Lan from our East District can't take a few moves under Ling Tian's men?"

"Hehe, no, the rules of the Battle of Kings are completely different from previous competitions. There have always been ten restrictions..."

"I know this. Yan Lan will definitely have no problem with taking Yan Lingtian's ten waves of attacks!"

...

Yan Mufeng looked at the noisy tribe members. The Ren tribe members were released for a long time before they raised their hands and said loudly: "The Battle of Kings is about to begin. As we all know, the master of the King's Artifact has received the help of the King's Artifact, and his cultivation has increased steadily."

"It is actually unfair to let those who have never received the assisted cultivation of the King's weapon fight a fair duel with the owner of the King's weapon. Therefore, the rules of the afternoon competition are still the same as in previous years, with ten moves determining the outcome."

Looking at the center of the competition venue, Yan Lan and the other two who were five meters apart, Yan Mufeng was even more excited. He paused and continued: "The Battle of the Kings, the competition area has been expanded to a radius of hundreds of feet. Yan Lingtian, the owner of the King's weapon, needs to defeat the challenger Yan Lan within ten moves before he can continue to own the King's weapon."

"In other words, Yan Lan needs to stand in the competition area after ten moves under Yan Lingtian, even if he wins. Now, the competition begins!"

Yan Mufeng regained her former heroic spirit and shouted loudly.

Many people of the tribe shut their mouths and focused on Yan Lan and the others, thinking about what trump card he relies on, and insisting on ten moves under Yan Lingtian.

"Yan Lan, the best genius of our clan, let me appreciate your style!"

An arrogant smile appeared on Yan Lingtian's lips.

Yan Lan's eyes froze, and then smiled and said, "I also look forward to the best genius in our clan in a century, and try the edge!"

Then he clenched his fist, Yan Lan's true body was filled with energy, and a strong fighting spirit filled the audience, making the tribe members even more looking forward to it.

"Hahaha, it seems that I came at a bad time..."

Suddenly, a shocking voice echoed throughout the audience. Yan Lan was shocked and looked up. He saw that two old men and more than a dozen middle-aged men with extraordinary skills rushed towards the center of the Yan Square in a hurry.

"Pang Xiao!"
Chapter completed!