The sun is vertical, the sky is high and the sun is wide, the sun is shining, and a large amount of spiritual energy is rotating on the stone platform of the Lan family.

After a while, the aura sank into the stone platform little by little, as if it was swallowed by the stone platform.

The Lan family kicked off the fourth game.

The twenty people who won yesterday all sat on a specific silver chair today.

Lan Xuanchen is the first, Lanling is the second, Lan Wujiang is the seventh, Lan Kochen is the twelfth, Lan Wenjiu is the thirteenth, Lan Xiaowu is the twentieth.

The eighty people who had been eliminated sat in the row below, staring at the position of the silver chair.

Everyone wants to take another step forward.

Step on the top of those 10,000 people, walk to the center of power, and become a king.

From time to time, the sound of small and fragmented discussions sounded on the viewing platform.

A gong sounded, and the sound was far and long.

Lan Junlin took the scroll, walked to the middle of the stone platform with a cold face, cleared his throat, and began to announce the rules of the fourth game.

"The eighty people who were eliminated yesterday have four opportunities for each person to challenge today, you can challenge the top 20 people respectively, or you can always challenge one person, each game time is a stick of incense, after a stick of incense, no victory is considered a challenge failure, and a draw is also a challenge failure."

"The top 20 will each be challenged up to five times, and after five times, if they are still on the silver chair, they will be considered successful."

Lan Junlin solemnly closed the scroll, shook his sleeves, and strode off the stage.

A group of handmaidens carried challenge tokens and distributed them to the last eighty monks.

"Now please throw the challenge order in your hand into the bamboo basket in front of the monk you want to challenge."

The chief maid leaned slightly, saluted the crowd, and then stepped aside and placed the twenty bamboo baskets in front of the top twenty.

Lan Xiaowu's basket was the first to be filled, followed by Lan Wen wine......

There were also those who dared to vote for Lancôme, and the top ten monks.

Only Lan Xuanchen, Lan Wujiang, Lan Ling, and the three of them were empty in the basket.

Some people even abstained outright.

Feng Zhao stood beside Lan Wujiang, and when he saw this scene, he only felt very interesting, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rose.

When Lan Wujiang saw Feng Zhao smiling, he used his spiritual power to transmit his voice and ask, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Someone's coming." Feng Zhao's eyes dimmed, Lan Wujiang was puzzled, and suddenly there was an extra challenge order in front of him.

Lan Xuanyi stood in front of her with a dark face.

"Healed?" Lan Wujiang couldn't help but mutter.

Looking at Lan Xuanyi's blue face, he only felt weird.

"I'm already enchanted." Feng Zhao frowned, feeling the rich demonic aura on Lan Xuanyi's body, and pursed his lips.

"Three groups of fourteen, start the challenge."

The person who shook the lot was the first to call Lan Wujiang's name.

The corners of Lan Wujiang's mouth twitched, and when he turned around, he saw the excited look on the face of the person who shook the lot.

She took the red blood halberd and walked up to the stone platform with Lan Xuanyi.

In just a few steps, Lan Wujiang had already used his divine sense to probe Lan Xuanyi.

What surprised her was that she couldn't even notice Lan Xuanyi's cultivation now......

Suddenly, his heart hung in the air.

Lan Wujiang's eyes changed when he looked at Lan Xuanyi.

Could it be that he relied on absorbing demonic qi to cultivate and skyrocket overnight?

Only by practicing demons can you improve so quickly.

Because man's desires are endless.

There is no end to evil thoughts.

But who brought him into the devil?

Lan Wujiang choked and unconsciously looked at Lan Wenjiu.

I saw Lan Wenjiu sitting on the silver chair and yawning heartlessly.

"Let's go!"

With an order, Lan Xuanyi's spirit balloon smashed over.

The strength is more than ten times stronger than yesterday.

Her pupils shrank sharply, and the power of the Red Blood Halberd Demon Abyss exploded, and she was able to catch this first move.

Lan Xuanyi pulled the corners of his lips coldly, and a low voice came out of his throat, "Lan Wujiang, suffer death." ”

"Tempest!" He roared angrily, and the wind swept in rage, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be darkened for him.

Lan Wujiang sealed with one hand, and the red blood halberd suddenly burst into a bloody mist.

"Qiankun - broken."

The small side of the white jade Dao seal was held in the palm of Lan Wujiang's hand, and the jade ring on his finger fused with the power of the jade seal, and the word Qiankun broke through the wind and hit Lan Xuanyi directly.

Lan Xuanyi jumped into the air violently, his eyes bloodshot.

"Tempest! Blade come!"

Overnight, Lan Xuanyi had two more moves.

Even Ranhe felt weird when he noticed this scene.

Lan Wujiang gasped, broke free from Lan Xuanyi's trap again, and slashed horizontally, quickly coming out of the afterimage.

The power is resolute and domineering.

If the monk of the same Jindan period encounters Lan Wujiang, there is no way to escape.

But after Lan Xuanyi's cultivation and demonic qi fused, he seemed to have a strong desire, and it was unfathomable for a while.

"Get out." Lan Xuanyi saw that Lan Wujiang was approaching, he flew up on his tiptoes and kicked Lan Wujiang's back.

This kick is like a jack of a pound.

She got down on one knee and slid out three or four meters, her knee hurting hotly.

"You're not Lan Xuanyi." Lan Wujiang's eyes narrowed sharply, his chin raised slightly, and he looked at the imposter in front of him categorically.

Lan Xuanyi suddenly changed his tone, and chuckled, "Am I Lan Xuanyi, you have to die today." ”

Lan Wujiang swallowed the sweetness in his throat, stood up from the ground, and said word by word, "Then you can try it, can you kill me." ”

Lan Wujiang raised her eyes, the white light of the red blood halberd was intertwined with the black qi, and in the blood mist, she was dressed in armor, both good and evil, she was a hell Yama, and she was a heavenly general.

"Boom!"

Lan Xuanyi attacked again, his whole person was in the center of the tornado, and with every step forward, the stone bricks on the ground shattered a crack.

Lan Wujiang was no longer suppressing the spiritual power in his body, allowing his spiritual power to explode and roll wildly.

Behind her, the hundreds of ghosts and souls crawled like Lan Xuanyi, and the power of the Demon Abyss was maximized.

At this time, everyone was shocked.

I saw that the stone platform was divided in two, one side was full of tornadoes, and the other was dazzling.

The power of Jindan is vigorous.

"Jindan Sixth Order! Lan Wujiang is the sixth order of Jindan!"

"Doesn't she have a dantian? Why is there still Jindan. ”

Everyone couldn't hold back, including Ranhe.

Lan He stood up from his position abruptly and stared at Lan Wujiang with a calm face.

Her dantian was dug by her own hands, there can be no mistake!

"Are all the previous rumors false?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Lan Ling and Lan Xuanchen glanced at each other, their fingers unconsciously tightening at the same time.

Lan Wujiang is the sixth order of Jindan.

And they are only the first and second order of Jindan......

This woman is hiding too deeply!

"Lan Xuanyi's foundation cultivation, how is it on par with the Jindan Sixth Order!"

It didn't take long for someone to discover the fatal problem.

Ranhe's heart was inexplicably flustered for a moment.

Lan Wenjiu was stupid in her position, she first had a cold face, then an angry expression, and finally looked at Lan Wujiang with a complicated mood, and the corners of her lips rose unconsciously.

And Lan Xiaowu's face was dark and uncertain, and finally he smirked, and the maid standing next to Lan Xiaowu only felt creepy.

Lan Junlin's eyes widened, and the moment he learned that Lan Wujiang was the sixth order of Jindan, he just wanted Lan Xuanyi to step down.

What if his precious son was beaten to death by Lan Wujiang?

If Lan Xuanyi died, he would definitely ask Lan Wujiang to repay with his life!

"Qiankun - slash!"

Lan Wujiang's palm Dao Seal flew together, and the power of the Dao Seal burst out along the Red Blood Halberd Blade.

"Boom".

Debris was scattered on the stone platform.

In the midst of the smoke, two figures slowly appeared.

They all bent their backs and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lan Xuanyi's endurance capacity has reached its limit.

He staggered step by step towards Lan Wujiang.

Pressing the last nerve, the mouth was full of blood, "Lan Wujiang, I want you to die." ”

The hatred is monstrous.

There is no trace of the original wanton appearance on the body.

Lan Wujiang exhaled deeply, his head drowsy.

Suddenly, his whole person was sucked away by a strong suction.

In the next second, she fell hard in front of Lan Xuanyi.

The entire surface of the Red Blood Halberd was buried into the stone platform with strong suction.

Lan Xuanyi grabbed Lan Wujiang's wrist suddenly, his eyes crazy.

"Lan Wujiang, die with me."

"Hahaha."

He laughed foolishly, cracks began to appear in his skin, black qi seeped out little by little, and the last bit of thin spiritual power in the dantian was squeezed dry.

"Not good! He's going to blow himself up!"

The monks in the audience fled in all directions, Lan Wujiang's eyelids jumped, he endured the pain and got up violently, and his palms smashed Lan Xuanyi's hand bones.

The snow-white lips exhaled bloody breath, "Qiankun - broken." ”

At the same time, the aura shield protected her whole body.

"Boom."

The entire stone platform was completely broken into two pieces.

The earth-shattering noise caused everyone to panic, and the dust and smoke collapsed like a mountain avalanche, and it was out of control.

Lan Xuanyi's entire flesh and blood were destroyed, and his bones were directly annihilated into ashes by Lan Wujiang's spiritual power.

It smells of blood when it is sprinkled in the air.

Lan Junlin's face turned white, looking at the layers of misty ash, the last trace of luck in his heart was extinguished.

Lan Wujiang walked out of the smoke and dust, the silver armor on her body was shattered, and the left side of her cheek was scratched by a stone shard.

The red blood flowed down little by little, Lan Wujiang's arm was numb, her slender five fingers held the red blood halberd, her eyes were blood-red, and the residual power around her body was not gone, and every step seemed to be stepping on the tip of people's hearts.

"Who, still want to come to challenge."

Lan Wujiang stood in the middle of the cracks in the stone platform, the ashes on his soft boots piled up, and his white robe was stained with filth, but his eyes twinkled like stars.

She was born in the dark.

She is the king of the darkness with a mission.

Eventually, all thorns will be cut off and turned into light in the darkness.

No one responded.

Lan Junlin didn't see Lan Xuanyi's figure, and the whole person staggered and almost fainted.

His son......

The Lan family's clan rules are ruthless, and the concept he has always taught to the disciples of Lan Yuan is also the survival of the strong.

Never felt like there was anything wrong with being unkind.

The Lan family has abundant resources, and this is a reciprocal deal.

Not to mention this kind of big competition.

The Lan family has always only protected useful chess pieces.

But he never imagined that such a disaster would one day fall on his head.

And his son still belongs to the category of useless chess pieces.

When Lan He heard Lan Xuanyi blow himself up, he knew that Lan Xuanyi was powerless to return to the sky.

Everything came too fast.

She didn't care about that concubine, but after all, she was the male of the Lan family......

Ranhe's arm trembled. Seeing this, Chuan Yan hurriedly supported Lan He.

And Lan Wujiang on the stone platform, seeing that no one challenged him, sat in his own position.

The smashed stone platform slowly sank at this moment, and then a new stone platform appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Miss, grandpa asked you to come over." Liu Qing looked at Lan Wujiang in fear, and her drooping eyes didn't dare to look at Lan Wujiang's face.

Lan Wujiang wiped it with a handkerchief, wiping the dust and blood on his face.

The white skin was exposed, and the slender wound was even more glaring.

"Hmm." She grabbed her red halberd and headed for Ranhe.

Ranhe stood not far away, his cloudy eyes narrowing slightly.

He beckoned to Lan Wujiang.

"Come here."

"Follow me back to the ancestral hall." Lan He glanced at Lan Wujiang, and in his flat tone, it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or sad.

Lan Wujiang smiled sarcastically and bowed slightly.

Is this the use of lynching?

The palm of her left hand was ulcerated.

It hurts at the moment.

When Lan Xuanyi's whole person was forcibly struck away by her Dao Seal, his hand had already exploded.

The power of self-explosion can be imagined.

But Ranhe didn't seem to see the wounds on her body.

Lan Wujiang's left hand was clenched into a fist, and he followed Lan He into the ancestral hall with heavy steps.

In the ancestral hall, Lan He took Lan Wujiang to the front of the rows of ranks.

Above are the ancestors of the Lan family.

"This is your mother's position." Lan He walked to the far left of the third row and pointed to Lan Wujiang's jade plaque.

The blood in Lan Wujiang's palm was dripping, splashing little by little on the golden silk futon.

"Your mother was married to Dan when she was thirteen years old, and I have always cultivated her as the next head of the Lan family, but unfortunately she is too pure."

Lan He sighed for no reason, and his fingers slid over Lan Qing's jade plate.

"When I dug up your dantian before, I originally thought it would be for your good, but I never expected that your dantian would be able to regenerate."

"And you broke through the Jindan behind everyone's back, the thunderstorm night two months ago was actually your cloud robbery, right?"

Lan He tested Lan Wujiang's bottom line little by little, and she slowly and heavily approached Lan Wujiang from the edge of Lan Qing's tablet.

Lan Wujiang chuckled, his eyes desolate.

"So what?"

"You don't have any demonic energy on your body now, you can study in Orchid Academy as usual, if you don't like that master, I'll change it for you."

"You still have to go to the first class, only in a good environment, can you make more progress."

"Wujiang, your talent is the best I have ever seen since Qing'er, the fourteen-year-old Jindan is the sixth order, and the soul quenching is the eighth order, your future is the Immortal Path Dao, and it must not be wasted like this."

Lan He spoke earnestly to Lan Wujiang.

"Is this what Grandpa is here to tell me? Could it be that if I become an immortal in the future, my position in my grandfather's heart will be different?"

Lan Wujiang laughed lowly and looked at Lan He strangely.

"Grandpa, you forgot, in your heart, I am a fierce dog raised by your Lan family, sharpening my minions, and I just follow your instructions to be the first bird."

Lan Wujiang's words sounded humble, but her appearance was really arrogant.

A pair of phoenix eyes flooded with water, and the smile was frivolous.

Lan He was angry by Lan Wujiang's words, his eyes darkened, and he scolded sharply, "Could it be that you still want to compete with Ling'er for the position of the head of the family!"

Lan Wujiang laughed again, and her red blood halberd also made a roar.

"Lan family, I'm not rare." She met Lan He's gaze, her lips slightly raised, and she slowly spat out a few words.

She stayed in the Lan family, and she was always to avenge Lan Qing.

Lan Qing's tablet was placed here, and she was afraid that the filth here would defile Lan Qing.