That's really not fair.

Jiang Juan didn't want to refuse without thinking about it, but Yun Yan took the initiative to stand up.

After he took that step, the Venerable One's apprentice also stepped out, but anyone with a high level of cultivation could feel how big the gap between these two people was, and several elders also looked embarrassed, expecting that the Venerable One was deliberately making things difficult.

After all, Chu Guanghe won his apprentice in the last game, and he couldn't hold it on his face.

If you win this one, you can get some face back.

In fact, Yun Yanken is also a long face when he stands up, if he doesn't come out of the battle, he will definitely be laughed at by the other three peaks at that time.

Defeat without a fight.

Jiang Juan doesn't care about any shamelessness at all, and the safety of Yunyan is more important.

Previously, she was willing to let Chu Guanghe go, because she knew that Chu Guanghe's ability was similar to that disciple and would not be suppressed, but Yun Yan was different, he was going to face a disciple of another peak, so what she taught him before might not work.

Yun Yan knew that this was very risky, but he just didn't want others to embarrass the master in front of him.

As long as he's there, no one is allowed.

Yun Yan didn't dare to grab Jiang Juan's hand, so he only stretched out his hand and carefully pulled Jiang Juan's wide sleeve.

His eyes were full of firmness, his pale red lips moved, and he said, "Master, no matter what, I will win." ”

Yun Yan came to the stage and stood against another disciple.

The disciples of Lin Gu Feng all called his name loudly and cheered him on.

This time, the remaining three Immortal Venerables came here, only bringing their own disciples, and they were a big difference in momentum, and the disciples listened to the cheering sound in their ears, and looked at the elegant young man standing opposite him, and they were determined to beat the other party down.

Yun Yan's fingertips glowed with a glowing white light, and when he flipped it, a sword appeared in his hand.

Yun Yan's magic is not good, but in the past year or so, he has worked hard to practice swords, and his swordsmanship is still good.

Chu Guanghe is very clear about this.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, he knew that if it was a single sword competition, Yun Yan would definitely be able to beat him.

It's just that this is not a fair competition, no matter how good the swordsmanship is, if you can't cultivate, you will soon be defeated by the other party.

The disciple was also disdainful, and he didn't have any intention of fighting seriously.

Yun Yan held the sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the other party, his expression was indifferent, his facial features were delicate and good-looking, and the moment his sword moved, his whole body was full of murderous aura.

This appearance made the other party dare not underestimate the enemy anymore, and quickly pinched the trick and began to attack.

Yun Yan pulled up a beautiful sword flower, the sword qi cut through the sky, the speed was too fast, only the cold light of the sword and his fluttering white robe could be seen, his whole person seemed to be fused with the sword, and the movements were dazzling.

This flashy skill really shocked the other party, the other party didn't want to fight with him, so he held back his big move, and wanted to knock Yun Yan off the stage with one blow, he thought that Yun Yan was hiding, but he never thought that Yun Yan was hiding, and it seemed that he was planning to confront him head-on.

Does he have hole cards?

The disciple didn't believe that anyone would risk their lives to do such a willful thing.

Thinking of this, his mind was confused, if there were hole cards, he couldn't figure it out at all, and he didn't know how to fight back.

Yun Yan's chest was hit firmly by his spell, and this time it was fierce enough, and a trace of blood immediately overflowed from the corner of Yun Yan's lips.

The hand holding the sword was released, the sword floated in mid-air, Yun Yan's white fingertips seemed to bloom a light blue flower, the flower looked weak and weak, and at the same moment, Yun Yan's palm also hit the opponent's chest.