The small competition in the peak lasted for three days, Chu Yan passed all the way and directly reached the group finals, which shocked everyone, everyone originally thought that Chu Yan had just broken through to the third layer of the Qi training period and his strength must be unstable, and ordinary Qi training period third-layer cultivators could not beat him, but the reality was that it destroyed their eyes.

Chu Yan reached the group finals, never used a wisp of spiritual power, never cast a spell, and only relied on a domineering big iron rod and brute force.

Chu Yan's real strength now has the eighth layer of the Qi training period, and after forging his body with the black pillar of light, his current body is enough to compete with the tenth-level cultivator of the Qi training period, plus the big iron rod with more than two hundred catties, the cultivator of ordinary strength is really not Chu Yan's opponent.

Today is the group final~

A man with a grim face stood opposite Chu Yan, this person's name was Zhao Yunhai, and his strength had reached the fifth layer of the Qi cultivation period.

"Chu Yan, I have to admit that you are a character, but your excitement is coming to an end today, you know the gap between the middle of the Qi training period and the early stage of the Qi training period!"

Zhao Yunhai looked at Chu Yan and showed a trace of admiration in his heart, but at the same time, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, someone wanted Chu Yan's life, and a little person like himself could only obey his orders.

"Let's get started!"

Chu Yan said lightly.

"Okay, I'll see how your mortal soldiers can resist my immortal magic weapon today~out!"

Zhao Yunhai spit out a word, only to see a three-foot flying sword fly out of his savings bag, glowing with a pale cyan light.

"Go~"

Zhao Yunhai recited the sword trick in a low voice, and pointed at Chu Yan with one finger, and the flying sword was aimed at Chu Yan.

"Who do you think will win this time?"

"Nonsense, of course it's Zhao Yunhai, do you think that mortal soldier can fight against magic weapons?"

However, the next moment the man's eyes widened:

"Bang~"

Chu Yan held the iron rod in both hands and slammed it towards the flying sword, and a huge sound of metal impact came out, and the flying sword was directly shocked out by such a huge force.

"What??Is that really an ordinary iron rod?"

"Can you fight with the magic weapon? this~"

"Chu Yan hasn't used spiritual power yet~"

......

The onlookers all looked surprised, Zhao Yunhai's face was pale at this time, the magic weapon was damaged, and he was also injured.

"Kill~"

Zhao Yunhai roared angrily, and once again recited the sword technique, and the pale cyan light on the flying sword suddenly flourished, and flew towards Chu Yan again.

A faint smile appeared on Chu Yan's face, and he walked towards Zhao Yunhai step by step.

"Bang~"

The flying sword struck from Chu Yan's side, and was still smashed by Chu Yan with a stick~

"Bang~"

The flying sword attacked from behind Chu Yan again, and Chu Yan smashed it again like a long eye on the back of his head~

"Bang Bang~"

Under the gaze of everyone like a monster, Chu Yan lightly smashed the flying sword into the air again and again, and at the same time kept approaching Zhao Yunhai.

"Bang~"

The flying sword was smashed by Chu Yan again, and Zhao Yunhai stood in front of Chu Yan with blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to fight again?"

Chu Yan smashed the flying sword again, put the iron rod on his shoulder, and said lightly.

"I haven't lost yet~"

At this moment, Zhao Yunhai's hand suddenly stretched out from behind his back, and a pale cyan light thorn condensed out of his hand.

"Let's die~"

Low-level four-pattern spell: Aoki Thorn

"It's too slow~"

Chu Yan said lightly, he had already appeared on Zhao Yunhai's side and hit him in the stomach with a punch, Zhao Yunhai's body directly turned into a 'bow' shape, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out and flew out of the ring.

"No. 18 Chu Yan, win!"

The referee read out the result after a brief pause.

On the fourth day of the small competition in the mine, the final winners of the 50 groups were decided.

All soldiers are hard to resist the magic weapon, and the body is extremely perverted, and the deeds about Chu Yan have once again spread throughout the entire Flying Dragon Peak. In everyone's eyes, Chu Yan didn't look like an immortal cultivator, but more like a secular martial artist.

"Mu'er, you're going to do it for me?"

Qi Tianlie snorted coldly.

"Master, the apprentice didn't expect this Chu Yan to hide so deeply, but even if his body is strong, he is only a third-level cultivation in the Qi cultivation period, as long as the competition continues, he will inevitably die sooner or later. ”

Qi Diao Mu said respectfully, in the past few days, every opponent of Chu Yan has been told by Qi Diao Mu that he must kill Chu Yan when he fights, but Chu Yan's expression is unexpected.

In a corner of the square~

Chu Yan was still sitting alone on the big iron bar, his eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Chu Yan, senior sister wants to see you!"

Huang Xiaowen didn't know when she appeared by Chu Yan's side.

Chu Yan smiled faintly, without too much emotional fluctuations, he could already face Hua Mengqi Chu Yan indifferently.

In a remote grove on Feilong Peak~

"Xiaowen, you go first~"

In the grove, only Chu Yan and Hua Mengqi were left.

"Chu Yan, I didn't expect you to be~"

"Senior sister, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

Chu Yan's cold words interrupted Hua Mengqi.

Hua Mengqi felt a pain in her heart, but she also knew that this qiē was all her own fault, "Chu Yan, the master wants you to die, Senior Brother Qidiao has already let those who fight against you kill you, with your current strength, you~You run away~"

Chu Yan's face showed a cold smile: "Is it over? My Chu Yan's life and death don't seem to have anything to do with Senior Sister now!"

Hua Mengqi's delicate body was shocked, and she remembered a wild word 'Hugh' written in blood on the letter of divorce that Huang Xiaowen brought back, yes, he had already divorced himself.

"Chu Yan, I just don't want you to die~"

Hua Mengqi said with a gloomy expression.

"What if I don't die? What if I die? That's all my own business, since I chose to give up, I don't need to have anything to do with it, 'Immortals are different, don't force it!' This is what my senior sister taught me, farewell. ”

Chu Yan's voice was cold, and he turned around and was about to leave.

"I~"

Hua Mengqi wanted to speak and stopped, but at this moment, Chu Yan turned around suddenly, pulled Hua Mengqi closer to his arms, and pressed Hua Mengqi's head with one hand.

The lips of the two kissed tightly together~

Chu Yan's kiss was very domineering, Hua Mengqi felt dizzy after a short period of resistance, and there was nothing else to think about, she closed her beautiful eyes and let Chu Yan ask for it, two lines of tears poured down from it, and the tears flowed into her lips, which was bitter.

For a long time, the lips are parted~

Hua Mengqi opened her eyes and looked at Chu Yan with a complicated gaze.

"This is what you owe me, and from then on you and I will be strangers and take our leave. ”

Chu Yan's words pierced Hua Mengqi's heart deeply.

The long-sealed image resurfaced in his mind:

A little boy said to a famous girl, "Senior sister, when can I kiss you?"

The girl was shy, "You, when you are sixteen years old, I~I will let you kiss~"

Whose tears did that kiss burn?

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