Yan Lan's eyes turned cold, and he noticed Xuan Qi's murderous intent and rushed towards him.

"Xuan Qi, are you so anxious?"

Yan Lan's pupils shrank suddenly, remembering that the Tian 6 Martial Arts Examination Ceremony, many powerful people knew how to avoid each other's edge during the preliminary round.

"It seems that Xuan Qi's desire to kill me is extremely strong. Especially, in front of so many people, it is enough to prove to the world that Xuan Qi is the king of genius. At the same time, Xuan Qi also proved to the Xuan clan that I was repelled back by me was just a future in the future to display my trump card."

"Xuan Qi, the more you want to kill me and get the glory you want, the less I, Yan Lan, will not let you succeed. If you want to kill me, I will kill you too!"

Yan Lan did not retreat at all, and walked proudly towards Xuan Qi's sharpness.

"Um?"

An unhappy hum came from the Xuan clan hanging stone. The sound was not loud, but it was straight towards Xuanqi.

At this moment, only a handful of people could detect this slight hum.

Xuan Qi was suddenly stunned, turned his head and looked at the Xuan clan hanging stone, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

Yan Lan vaguely heard the snorkeling from the Xuan clan's hanging stone. He turned his head and saw a middle-aged monk looking at him, and his eyes flashed with a sense of stopping.

Xuan Qi gritted his teeth and sent a cold voice to Yan Lan: "Yan Lan, let you go in this round. You and I will face each other sooner or later today, and only one person will leave alive. I hope you can last until the end and don't let me look down on you!"

Yan Lan smiled coldly and replied, "I will take your life away."

After saying that, Yan Lan and Xuan Qi stayed away from each other.

In fact, while Yan Lan was talking to Xuan Qi, Yan Lan's soul was attacked by more than twenty soul powers.

But most people had heard of Xuan Qi Daming in advance, so no one attacked Xuan Qi for a moment.

Not to mention attacking Xuan Qidong, everyone could not even hide from Xuan Qi.

Yan Lan's eyes were slightly deeper, and he shook his head slightly and said, "I am no name, so are you bullying me?"

Yan Lan raised her head, and more than ten contestants around her were stunned. She immediately took a few steps back, and all her heart was filled with storms.

"This...who is this person? We have so many soul attacks, but he has nothing to do!"

"How is that possible? He is not Xuan Qi, not Shi Qian, not Zhao Yangbing. I have never seen this person before, nor have I heard of this person's name. This person's soul is like a wall of iron. After I attacked his soul, I felt that I was getting smaller."

"This son looks like he is not twenty years old. But his soul is as thick as those monks who have lived for a hundred years or even hundreds of years old. This son cannot be provoked!"

“…”

More than ten contestants were stunned for a moment and immediately scattered, staying away from Yan Lan as if they were escaping from the plague.

Everyone around the audience saw more than ten people suddenly avoiding Yan Lan, and they frowned, quite puzzled. Because of the soul competition, it was invisible and intangible. It was difficult to tell what the situation was.

On the hanging stone, Qi Baque said quietly: "Hey, what's going on? Even my disciple of the Qi family stays away from that guy Yan Lan like he has seen a ghost. Could it be..."

Qi Baque didn't say it, but the four elders of the Zhan family and others heard it, but they all understood what Qi Baque wanted to express.

Yan Lan's mouth raised slightly, and her steps were not moving, and she thought to herself: "Do you want to run away when you attack me?"

Suddenly, three huge soul powers compressed four times and turned into three sharp blades, stabbing into the souls of three contestants with extraordinary soul power.

“Ahhhh…”

Three shrill shouts resounded throughout Luoyun Square. The three strong men immediately fell to the ground, hugged their heads tightly, and moaned in pain.

Yan Lan's soul power can be compressed up to six times, but he only compressed four times and did not use the power of thunder soul. One is to preserve his strength, and the other is to completely destroy the contestants.

After all, Yan Lan has no grudges and no grudges with them, and rashly destroying each other will always cause some trouble. This is not a good thing for the current situation.

Everyone exclaimed softly, traumatizing Yan Lan and traumatized the three of them, a little surprised.

Yan Lan took a deep breath. At this time, five breaths had passed, and less than half of the people standing in the square were. Within tens of thousands of feet, dozens or hundreds of soul powers were rushing around. Even if others did not attack your soul power, these dozens of soul power aftermath could make the soul shake and unbearable.

Yan Lan noticed that a strong contestant, like him, stood proudly without moving a single step, and the aftermath of the soul power around him collided back and forth, and he ignored it and ignored it.

There was also a short contestant who was sitting leisurely on the ground, grabbing a large spiritual fruit, and chewing it voraciously.

Strangely, none of the contestants around provoked them, as if they were born kings and could not be shaken.

"ah!"

One contestant was hit by another young man in yellow robe and threw himself at the short contestant.

The short mound contestant moved instantly, avoiding the contestant who was coming down, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the young man in yellow robe, and said unhappily: "Disturbate me to eat the spirit fruit, and I will let you eliminate it!"

The short mound contestant blinked his eyes and the young man in yellow robe fell to the ground in an instant, motionless.

On the stone hanging from the zombie family, Master Huang suddenly stood up, slapped his arm and said, "Damn it, damn it, my disciple, who is not good to provoke, actually provoked Zhao Yangbing, grandma, now I can't even enter the top ten, it's really a big mistake!"

Qi Baque smiled proudly and said to himself: "Old Zamao, I just said proudly, your disciples can enter the top four, hum, your face is hurt now!"

At this time, a young man in ink robe glanced at the strong contestant, and a soul power blasted away quietly.

The young man in the ink robe wanted to know how much difference he was compared to the rumored genius.

The strong contestant hummed slightly, raised his eyes and looked at the young man in the ink robe.

The young man in the ink robe instantly opened his eyes and fell to the ground with a sluggish and lost consciousness.

"Ah...this..."

Qi Baque, who was hanging on the stone of the house, had a gloating smile on his face, stood up as if he was electrocuted, stared at the young man in the ink robe who could not get up, grabbed the arm of the chair with his right hand, and said slightly: "This idiot, he was really kicked by a donkey in his head, and he actually went to trouble Shi Qian. Damn, when he returned to the sect, he had to let this kid face the wall for a year."

That strong young man was Shi Qian, the genius of the Marquis Valley.

The Buzhen Fairy on the ground smiled and said, "That short little guy must be the disciple you cultivated by Jinghong. It's not bad, and it has excellent talent. At least it's in the top four, there's no problem."

Duan Chi Jinghong's brow moved slightly, and she stroked her beard and asked, "Oh? Senior Buzhen Immortal said this, then I'm curious. Senior thinks, who will be my disciple in the end, and who will win the championship in the end?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!