Yan Lan's eyes were cold, and he sensed that Xuan abandoned the killing machine and rushed straight to him.

"Xuan Qi, are you in such a hurry?"

Yan Lan's pupils shrank suddenly, remembering the Tianlu Martial Arts Test Ceremony, many strong people still knew how to avoid each other's edges in the preliminary competition.

"It seems that Xuan's desire to kill me is extremely strong. In particular, to openly crush me in front of so many people is enough to prove to the world that he is the king of the heavenly pride. At the same time, Xuan Qi also proved to the Xuan clan that he was repelled by me at the beginning, but he had time to play his hole cards in the future. ”

"Xuan Qi, the more you want to kill me and get the glory you want, the more I Yan Lan will not let you succeed. If you want to kill me, I will kill you in the same way!"

Yan Lan did not retreat at all, and walked away proudly in the face of Xuanqi's edge.

"Huh?"

On the hanging stone of the Xuan clan, there was a displeased snort. The voice was not loud, but it was straight towards Xuanqi.

At this moment, only a handful of people could detect this light hum.

Xuan Qi was stunned, turned his head and looked at the hanging stone of the Xuan clan, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Yan Lan vaguely heard the light hum from the hanging stone of the Xuan clan, turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged monk with a flickering hint of prevention in his eyes.

Xuan Qi gritted his teeth fiercely, and said coldly to Yan Lan: "Yan Lan, this round, let you go, you and I will face each other today, sooner or later, only one person can leave alive." I hope you can make it to the end and don't make me look down on you!"

Yan Lan smiled coldly and preached back: "I will definitely take away your little life." ”

After that, Yan Lan gave up with Xuan. Stay away from each other.

Actually, when Yan Lan was talking to Xuan Qi. Yan Lan's soul was attacked by more than 20 soul powers.

But the vast majority of people. They had all heard of the name of Xuanqi beforehand, so a moment ago, no one launched an attack on Xuanqi.

Not to mention launching an attack on Xuanqi, everyone can't hide from Xuanqi.

Yan Lan's eyes were slightly downcast, and he shook his head lightly and said, "I'm unknown, so you just bully me?"

Yan Lan raised his head, and more than a dozen contestants around him were stunned, and immediately took a few steps back. There were turbulent waves in my heart.

"This ...... Who is this person, we launched so many soul attacks, and he didn't have anything to do at all!"

"How is it possible, he is not Xuan Qi, not Shi Qian, not Zhao Yangbing, I have never seen this person, nor have I heard of this person's name, this person's soul. It was like an impregnable wall, and after I attacked its soul, I felt more and more insignificant. ”

"This son looks no more than twenty years old. But the depth of the soul is comparable to that of those monks who have lived for a lifetime, or even hundreds of years. This sub. Don't mess with it!"

“......”

More than a dozen contestants were stunned for a moment and immediately dispersed. Away from Yanlan as if escaping the plague.

Everyone watched the game around, and saw more than ten people suddenly avoiding Yanlan. They all frowned, quite puzzled. Because the soul competition is formless and substantial, it is difficult to discern what is happening.

On the hanging stone, Qi Baqi said: "Hey, what's the matter, even my Qi family disciple is far away from Yan Lan like a ghost, is it ......?"

Qi Baqi didn't say anything, but the four elders of the Zhan family and the others listened to it, but they all understood what Qi Baqi wanted to express.

The corners of Yan Lan's mouth raised slightly, his footsteps did not move, and he said in his heart: "If you attack me, do you want to run?"

Suddenly, three huge soul powers, compressed four times, turned into three sharp blades, and pierced into the souls of the three contestants with extraordinary soul power.

"Ahhh......h

Three terrible shouts resounded through Luoyun Square, and the three strong men immediately fell to the ground, clutching their heads and groaning in pain.

Yan Lan's soul power can be compressed up to six times, but he only compresses it four times, and he does not use the power of the thunder soul, one is to preserve his strength, and the other is afraid that he will completely destroy those contestants.

After all, Yan Lan has no grievances with them, and if he destroys the other party rashly, he will always cause some trouble. This is not a good thing for the current situation.

Everyone let out a soft exclamation, a little surprised that Yan Lan had injured the three of them with one blow.

Yan Lan took a deep breath, at this time, it was past five breaths, and less than half of the people were standing in the square. Within 10,000 zhang, dozens or hundreds of soul powers, vertical and horizontal, even if others are not attacking your soul, the aftermath of these dozens of soul power can make people's souls shake and unbearable.

Yan Lan noticed that a sturdy contestant, like him, did not move a single step, standing proudly in place, and the aftermath of the soul power around him rushed back and forth, he turned a blind eye and didn't care.

There was also a contestant who was sitting on the ground leisurely, grabbing a big spirit fruit and devouring it.

The strange thing is that none of the surrounding contestants provoked the two of them, as if the two of them were born kings and could not be shaken.

"Ahh

One of the contestants was hit by the soul power of another yellow-robed young man and threw himself down towards the short contestant.

The dwarf contestant moved instantly, avoiding the contestant who came down, raised his eyes slightly, looked at the yellow-robed young man, and said unhappily: "Disturb me to eat the spirit fruit, and I will let you be eliminated!"

I saw that the dwarf contestant's eyes blinked, and the yellow-robed young man instantly fell to the ground and did not move.

On the hanging stone of the Zhanjia family, Huang Zhangmen stood up suddenly, patted his chair arm and said: "Damn, damn it, my disciple, it's not good to provoke anyone, you actually provoked Zhao Yangbing, grandma, you can't even enter the top ten now, it's really wronged!"

Qi Baqi smiled proudly, and said in his heart: "Old Zamao, I said proudly just now, your disciples can enter the top four, hum, this time my face hurts!"

At this time, a young man in an ink robe glanced at the sturdy contestant, and a soul power quietly blasted away.

The ink-robed young man wanted to know how much difference he had compared to the rumored Tianjiao.

The sturdy contestant snorted slightly, raised his gaze, and looked at the ink-robed young man.

The ink-robed young man's eyes widened instantly, and he fell to the ground in a state of limbo, unconscious.

"Ah...... This ......"

Qi Baque, who was still hanging on the stone of the Zhanjia family, with a gloating smile on his face, stood up like an electric shock, stared at the ink-robed young man who fell to the ground with wide eyes, grabbed the chair arm fiercely with his right hand, and said with a slight trembling body: "This idiot, he was really kicked in the head by a donkey, and he actually went to find trouble with Shiqian." Damn, when I return to the sect, I have to let this kid face the wall for a year. ”

That sturdy young man is none other than Shi Qian, the Tianjiao of the Curse Valley.

The ground is not true and the immortal smiled: "That little guy who is short and dundun, must be the disciple you cultivated, not bad, good talent, at least enter the top four, no problem." ”

Broken Ruler's eyebrows moved slightly, and he asked: "Oh, don't the true immortal seniors say this, then they are curious, the seniors think, how many can my disciples reach in the end, and who can win the top in the end?" (to be continued......)