When the word "victory" was stretched, it echoed in the venue for a long time, making everyone dream. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yue Xiaohuan, who was once called a waste, finally shouted silently to everyone today with a wonderful battle.

The silence in the venue was terrifying, even everyone in the stands was shocked, every elder was impressed by Yue Xiaohuan's performance in this battle, and Lan Jingyu, the patriarch of the Lan Shan clan on the seat of the Seven Clans on one side, saw that his son was kicked off the stage by a thin little girl, and his face was already pale.

The horse has lost its hooves! He gave Ruoyou a few pills of Shengxin Dan, as well as the magic weapon, in order to deal with strong enemies like Qin Yan in this competition, Lan Jingyu actually never gave up in his heart, and let his child become a dark horse, overwhelming the crowd and winning the first place, so even if he knew that the side effects of Shengxindan, an elixir that forcibly improved his cultivation for a period of time, was extremely serious, he did not hesitate to let Ruoyou bring it, but who would have expected that after countless possibilities, he fell hard at Yue Xiaohuan.

Lan Ruoyou, who fell under the stage, was already dead at this time, and the fixed talisman on his body had long since dispersed, but he was still lying motionless on the ground, and his mind was blank.

He lost, he lost, he lost!

The first battle was defeated, he had no chance to get on the stage of this competition, he had nothing to do with the top six, and he didn't even have a ranking on the list, thinking that he was defeated in the hands of Yue Xiaohuan who was like a fool, Lan Ruoyou was angry and annoyed, his father was an extremely good-looking person, causing Lan Ruoyou to only feel that he had lost the face of his family at this moment, and I am afraid that in the future, he would become a big laughing stock in the Seven Clans and even in the entire Tianling Mountain. When Lan Ruoyou thought of this, he only felt a rush of air in his chest.

"Good! This battle is amazing! ”

Suddenly, a cheer from the stands broke the silence of the venue, and then a pair of big hands slapped violently, and bursts of crisp applause rang out in the stadium so harshly.

Yue Xiaohuan looked at the people who applauded on the stage, and saw that the young man who was injured in the previous game did not leave the venue, but stood in a corner of the stands, silently watching his own competition, and after Murong Ying shouted Yue Xiaohuansheng, he became the first person to cheer for her.

"It's really good, this fixed talisman can maintain a short stature and weak ability, if a person with cultivation is pasted with this talisman, he can even rely on the spiritual power in his body to instantly break through this bundle talisman, this low-level talisman is useless to Lan Ruoyou, but you know that you fight because of people, provoke him, and then use footwork to dodge the attack, so that it exhausts its spiritual power, and the body falls into weakness, you secretly make a talisman, and suddenly send it, you will be surprised, and you will defeat the enemy with one move. Yue Xiaohuan, this battle is the most exciting battle I have seen in Tianling Mountain for so many years! ”

Murong Ying opened his mouth to speak, and the voice reached the stands, only to see that many people suddenly realized, and there was no disdain for the petite figure on their faces, but instead a face full of shock.

As soon as Murong Ying's words fell, he also raised his hands and applauded loudly, and as Murong Ying's applause rang out, a third person, a fourth person, and a fifth person appeared in the venue one after another...... When Xiao Huan came back to his senses that month, in the field, the applause was thunderous, resounding throughout Tianling Mountain!

At this moment, she suddenly loosened her shoulders, her body was relieved, and Yue Xiaohuan's mind couldn't help but be blank by this roaring applause. The battle was reversed, and the name of the waste material must have been smashed by her kick, from the scriptures to the end, Yue Xiaohuan stepped into the sight of the cultivators, in such an impressive way, that day, the applause lasted for ten breaths, from the beginning of the ridicule, to the end of her one move to defeat the enemy, famous, it was only a small moment on the stage.

But only Yue Xiaohuan herself knows that such a moment is all earned by her previous diligent year. Who said that she couldn't practice, who said that she was born a waste, if God gave her such a life, then she had to step on the Qingyun Avenue step by step, and do it for the heavens, this destiny is nothing more than that!

The applause in the venue completely stimulated Lan Jingyu on the high platform, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists fiercely, and his eyes were already staring at Yue Xiaohuan's figure with blood-red, at this time he only felt that his face had been lost in this Tianling Mountain, and Lan Ruoyou, who made him lose face, was still lying on the ground like a dead corpse, and his appearance was extremely ugly.

"This shit!"

Lan Jingyu couldn't help but snort, then got up suddenly, jumped on the high platform, and fell into the venue with a swift figure.

"Murong Ying is optimistic about the people of the Lan family!"

Yuan Qing on the stage saw that the situation was not good, and immediately sent out a divine sense to Murong Ying in the field, for fear that Lan Jingyu would be angry, so he made a move on Yue Xiaohuan, although the people in these seven clans are ordinary people who have not practiced, but they have inherited the secret art of the family since they were young, and it is easy to kill people and be invisible.

Murong Ying understood what Yuan Qing meant, and when she saw Lan Jingyu rushing over from the stage in a hurry, she pulled Yue Xiaohuan behind her, staring at the figure who came in a hurry with a serious face.

"You shit! In the first game, he lost at the hands of the outer disciples, and he was ashamed of the Seven Clans and the Gods! ”

Unexpectedly, Lan Jingyu arrived in the center of the venue angrily, and did not trouble Yue Xiaohuan, after all, in front of everyone's eyes, Yue Xiaohuan won the competition in a dignified manner, and even if he held a grudge against Yue Xiaohuan, he could only endure it temporarily. But enduring it doesn't mean that there is no venting, I saw that in the field, as soon as Lan Jingyu arrived at Lan Ruoyou's side, he kicked him hard.

And after Lan Ruoyou was kicked by this kick, his face turned from pale to purple and blue.

"Get up, you useless thing, why are you still lying here embarrassed, I don't think you need to stay on Tianling Mountain to practice like this, go back with me, and I will send your sister here to enroll in school tomorrow!"

Lan Jingyu still sternly scolded the people lying on the ground, everyone present was watching this good show, in the face of such a father, I am afraid that the disciples of Tianling Mountain felt the difficulty of being a disciple of the Seven Clans for the first time.

If you lose, you will be taught a lesson in public, and if you lose your cultivation qualifications, no one will be more unlucky than Lan Ruoyou.

And at this time, Lan Ruoyou's face on the ground was getting more and more wrong, just after he stepped down, his body was depressed and riotous, and he had been trying to suppress the anger in his heart, so that this violent breath could settle down, but who would have expected that at this time, Lan Jingyu suddenly appeared and kicked him violently, and the last trace of breath in his body was also disrupted, and he burst through his heart, and the next moment, Lan Ruoyou finally spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Lan Jingyu was splashed all over his face by that mouthful of blood, and he reacted suddenly, he hurriedly bowed down, picked up Lan Ruoyou's body, and pressed Lan Ruoyou's wrist with one hand,

The next moment, Lan Jingyu's face turned dark, his eyes were scarlet, and in a blink of an eye, he couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

"Ruoyou-!"

A heart-rending cry echoed in this one, and everyone only saw that Lan Jingyu had completely disregarded the image at this time and hugged Lan Ruoyou and cried bitterly, the people in the stands looked at each other, and Yuan Qing found that something was wrong, and he also jumped off the high platform, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the two of them, and held Lan Ruoyou's wrist with one hand.

"The heart is damaged, and I can't go back. Patriarch Lan, please mourn ......." (To be continued.) )