Ouyang Yuxian didn't finish her words, she stared coldly at Fan Jian's pale and sweaty face, and said, "Your ancestor was just a coachman who cut grass and fed horses before practicing, and his status was not much higher than that of the most humble slave, but after a few decades, the descendants of a coachman scolded others for being untouchables in front of everyone, I said that you forgot your ancestors, is it wrong?"

Fan Jian's face was flushed, his body trembled like chaff, sweat flowed down his forehead to his chin, and fell to the ground dripping, but he didn't dare to refute it.

Regarding the origin of the ancestors of the Fan family, there are not a few cultivators who know it in Anyang City, and every time they talk about it, everyone sighs and their hearts are full of respect.

After all, a lowly charioteer who relied on his own hard work and talent, coupled with various opportunities to practice through the Seven Realms, was enough to become a guiding light to guide all the cultivators of humble origins in the world forward.

But at this moment, Fan Jian insulted Ye Haotian as a pariah, didn't even his ancestors scold him?

Seeing Fan Jian bow his head in shame, Ouyang Yuxian snorted coldly and fell his gaze on Ye Haotian, and said, "Among the new students in the temple this year, there are seven people who can't be easily provoked, Han Baichuan is one of them, knowing that you can't beat it, it's a fool, you don't go on stage, there is nothing to be ashamed of, what some people said just now, you can completely treat it as if you didn't hear it." ”

Obviously, Ouyang Yuxian was afraid that Ye Haotian would not be able to think about it, so he went on stage to fight for the sake of face.

"How do you know he can't beat him!"

Ouyang Yuxian's kindness didn't wait for Ye Haotian to respond, and Long Eighteen on the side spoke first, "It's just a martial artist who hasn't even been through the Four Realms, and it's not worth my little brother's attack at all!"

Ouyang Yuxian's face was slightly cold, he didn't expect someone to contradict him at this time, and just wanted to be angry, Ye Haotian's voice came.

"Okay, eighteen, Miss Ouyang is right, there are always some mad dogs in the world that bite people everywhere, you can't bite them back after being bitten, right?"

After a pause, Ye Haotian smiled and said to Ouyang Yuxian, "There are a total of eighteen Tianfeng Platforms here, our goal is to enter the inner hall, obviously there is another way to go, why do you have to hit the wall?" Thank you, Miss Ouyang, for your kindness. ”

After speaking, Ye Haotian turned around and walked towards a ring not far away.

"Hey, you're going to leave it at that, aren't you going to kill that guy surnamed Han?"

Long Eighteen hurriedly followed and asked.

Ye Hao said without looking back, "Is it necessary?"

"Why is it unnecessary?" Long Eighteen shouted, "I dare to say, as long as you win Han Baichuan, no one will dare to continue to challenge you, so that Big Brother I will slap Fan Jian twice and vent my anger." ”

Ye Haotian stopped, glanced at Long Eighteen, and then moved his gaze to a Tianfeng platform in front of him, and said, "If you want to be angry, you can go up to the Tianfeng Platform and fight with Fan Jian by name, wouldn't it be better?"

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

"Are you afraid you won't be able to beat him?"

"Just by virtue of the surname Fan, he also deserves it!"

Ye Haotian smiled and pouted forward, "How about one of us?"

"Okay!" Long Eighteen slapped his chest, turned his head and shouted at Fan Jian, "Fan Jian, dare to fight with Uncle I!"

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The battle of Tianfeng Platform is a ring battle, and after the champion comes to the stage, he will be constantly challenged by other disciples, as long as he can hold on for an hour without losing, or win twenty games in a row, he will become a disciple of the inner temple.

It's just that in this kind of wheel war, it is not as easy as imagined to win in a row.

After all, every time the defender goes through a battle, he will have a certain amount of consumption of the spiritual element in his body, even if there is a tea time to rest in the middle of the two battles according to the regulations, but this time is almost negligible for the recovery of the spiritual element of the cultivator, unless he can take some precious elixir in time, such as Zining Pill.

This kind of rule makes the disciples who climb the Thousand Thousand Peaks have to be careful and carefully calculated when choosing the time and opponent to take the stage.

In order not to become the target of the public, everyone with a wait-and-see mentality first silently watched the competition of others, one is to see the strength of the same disciples, and the other is to take the opportunity to consume the physical strength of the master, in short, no matter what kind of idea, it has become the consensus of everyone to go to the stage first and suffer losses.

Of course, there are always exceptions.

Some cultivation geniuses who were absolutely confident in their own strength chose to ascend to the Tianfeng Platform first, and Han Baichuan was one of them.

When Ye Haotian and Long Eighteen were talking, several rings were occupied in the distance, and Long Eighteen shouted Fan Jian's name and boarded the one directly in front of him.

Ye Haotian saw Long Eighteen on stage, so he chose the adjacent one and climbed up, but as soon as his feet stepped onto the top of the stage, a sturdy figure jumped up from under the stage and landed lightly on the stage.

"Xuantian Palace, Liu Tao, please teach Senior Brother!"

This is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, his slightly dark skin reflects a faint light in the sun, and his eyes are bright, he bowed to Ye Haotian and loudly announced his name.

Ye Haotian looked at Liu Tao twice, and said politely, "Martyr's Palace, Ye Haotian." ”

The young man named Liu Tao was stunned when he heard Ye Haotian's voice, frowned slightly, and said to himself, "Ye Haotian, why is this name so familiar? Oh, I remember...... Shouldn't you be the Ye Haotian who killed Zhou Wusheng for the sake of a little maid?"

Ye Haotian nodded, he couldn't imagine that after such a long time, there were still people who remembered that he killed Zhou Wusheng.

"Then I won't fight with you!"

Liu Tao smiled bitterly, "It's really unlucky, I met you in the first game, and I admit defeat." ”

After speaking, he jumped to the stage without looking back, leaving Ye Haotian stunned with a crying and laughing face.

"Ye Haotian, he is Ye Haotian?"

The conversation between the two reached the ears of the onlookers, causing an uproar.

Fan Jian heard Long Eighteen's provocative voice, and walked towards the Tianfeng Platform where Long Eighteen was, the surrounding discussions came into his ears, and after knowing that the guy who was ridiculed by himself was actually Ye Haotian, who was ranked seventh in the top three ranks, his face immediately changed again, and he stopped, staring at the slender figure on the stage, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ye Haotian's identity soon reached Ouyang Yuxian's ears, a touch of surprise flashed in her beautiful and moving eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, the lotus step moved lightly and walked towards the Tianfeng Platform where Ye Haotian was standing.

Ye Haotian didn't expect his identity to cause such a big sensation, he looked around with a calm face, and saw a look of awe on the faces of many disciples in the outer hall, after Liu Tao stepped down, no one immediately took the stage to challenge, but there was a commotion around the ring where Long Eighteen was, and it was not Fan Jian who came to the stage, but a sturdy young man with a hammer.