Yan Jingxing can also use Yan's quota, but if he does this, how will he stand up in front of others in the future? He is the elder brother of the Thirteen Peaks.

Initially, in Yan Mansion, he only wanted to be favored by his father.

After apprenticeship, he wanted to be an upright person, with kindness and revenge.

Now, he hopes that he can be worthy of a big brother.

The gap in cultivation is difficult to cross, but Yan Jingxing is arrogant. Just like when he participated in the trial "Three Days Ring" of the sect, he planned to shock everyone in one game, so as not to lose the face of his master.

Yan Jingxing chose Mo Yunshen in the later stage of foundation building. It's too coincidental, Mingzhu is wondering if Yan Jingxing is angry for her.

The sword slowly came out of its sheath, and Yan Jingxing knew that Shizun was watching from the high platform.

Xiao Bai pounced on and fought with the other party's contract beast, Mo Yunshen was a disciple of Xue Jianyuan Zhenjun, and his contract beast was a flame beast. Xiaobai's grade is not as high as that of his opponent, but Yan Jingxing knows that one day it will be incomparably stronger, and it is his partner who fights side by side.

Sword cultivators' terrifying reputation among monks is that they can challenge beyond the ranks, and Yan Jingxing is no exception, he is already nine out of ten in the middle stage of foundation building. I don't know if he can cope with this mid-stage foundation.

Yan Jingxing had to deal with Mo Yunshen and guard against his contract beast, and at the beginning, there was a blood mark on his face.

Yan Wu couldn't see her master so embarrassed, but this person was Yan Jingxing, not her master.

Yan Jingxing was hit several times by Mo Yunshen's technique, and a deep wound appeared on his body.

There is always a little bit of injury when you start your spiritual path.

Mingzhu watched Yan Jingxing's injuries more and more from the audience, and his heart was tightly pinched.

Growing up together, after so many years of entanglement, how could Mo Yunshen have no feelings at all in his heart. But now, this man will never look at him again.

Mo Yunshen became more and more ruthless, and Yan Jingxing soon became a bloody man.

The cultivation realm is so cruel and ruthless.

But Yan Jingxing is the male protagonist, and at the last moment, he comprehended the mystery of the imperial beast, became one with his contract beast, and had majestic power, and made a very fast sword, piercing all of Mo Yunshen's defenses and fixing the tree behind him.

Mo Yunshen fell, and Yan Jingxing was still standing.

Won.

The pearls in the audience cheered.

Smiling in the direction of Yan Wan, Yan Jingxing collapsed as if his power had been disintegrated.

The brothers of Thirteen Peaks hurriedly came to the stage to check on Yan Jingxing's situation and carried him to heal.

Mo Yun clutched his abdomen and slowly stood up. I'm hurt too, don't you see me?

Yan was a little surprised, but it was just a little.

Nangong Yan, who was sitting next to Yan Yan, was still looking at her, not surprised.

She is such an indifferent person, and anyone who is affectionate to her will be hurt.

She understands a lot of things, but why doesn't she understand feelings?

"Don't you feel sorry for him?" The most important master for her.

"I can't help him walk his way, and he always gets hurt on the way. Pain makes people grow. ”

"Have you ever been injured?"

"Yes."

Nangong Yan showed a distressed look on his face, and put what he had just been sad about in the back of his mind.

Yan Wu smiled playfully: "Haven't you also been injured?" ”

Young eagles can only fly after the pain of choosing bones and the tempering of life and death.

Yan Wu saw Yan Jingxing's injuries before coming to the study.

Nangong Yan looked at the secret report and waited for her for a while.

"Is it done?"

Nangong Yan rubbed his temples: "No." ”

"I'm sleepy." Nangong Yan crouched in the book.

When Cheng Jin woke up, Yan Yan had a soft smile on her face.

But slowly, her expression became indifferent, and that hint of laughter disappeared.