Looking at Yan Lan's slender body, the Yan clansmen, as well as many young team members, all made an uproar.

"This guy just came out of the limelight yesterday, is he going to steal the limelight from me today?"

Yan Lingshan muttered dissatisfiedly, his eyes froze, and he said in his heart: "But it's okay, I'm three years older than that Zhaonan child, even if I win, it's nothing." Look at Situ Zhaonan, he said so loudly, and dared to come to challenge, there should be some means. Yan Lan, this guy, it doesn't seem to be simple, let the two of them compete against each other, I just want to see how strong Yan Lan's strength is. ”

After thinking about it, Yan Lingshan made up his mind and shouted: "Yan Lan, you can't do it, don't lose our family's face." ”

Yan Lan smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "How can you know if you don't try!"

Although Yan Lan looked casual, in his heart, he put Situ Zhaonan in the position of a strong man. Not to mention anything else, it is his cold perseverance, which is rare among his peers.

At this time, Yan Linghe, who had always regarded himself very highly, was suddenly a little stunned. He didn't expect that Yan Lan would stand up and fight at this moment.

Just now, he was hesitating to stand up, but before he could make a decision, Yan Lan had taken the lead.

Yan Muxiong groaned and stared at his eyebrows quietly: "Among the thirteen-year-old team members, Yan Lan's strength is the most outstanding. It seems that Situ Zhaonan is indeed talented. However, even if Yan Lan can't win against Situ Zhaonan, at least he won't lose too miserably. ”

Immediately, the corners of Yan Muxiong's mouth lifted and said, "Senior Situ, our clan will be fought by Yan Lan." ”

"Oh?"

Situ snorted lightly, his spicy gaze looked at Yan Lan fiercely, and he snorted coldly in his heart: "Although you are hiding your cultivation, but in just a moment, the old man can see that you have cultivated to the middle stage of Yuan Dan, hmph, your talent is indeed good, but compared to the late stage of Nan'er Yuan Dan, it is a line behind." Nan'er has been baptized by our clan's Lei Mang, and her cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, far surpassing people of the same age. An opponent who is weaker than Nan'er, Nan'er can't be interested!"

He laughed, stroked his beard and said, "Could it be that the Yan clan has no talents?"

As soon as these words came out, the clansmen of the Yan family were suddenly excited, and the entire training ground suddenly became noisy.

"This old horseman, what a wild wave!"

"My Yan clan is full of talents, how can the Situ family be so rude!"

“......”

Yan Lan frowned slightly, groaned, looked at Situ Zhaonan again, and said in his heart: "This son's cultivation realm should be stronger than me, but if it weren't for my suppression of the improvement of cultivation, my cultivation realm would definitely not be lower than him." ”

"My father repeatedly told me that we should not be greedy for pleasure in cultivation, but should lay a solid foundation before we can build thousands of high-rise buildings. My cultivation realm is a little lower than him, but my foundation is by no means inferior to him, and if I fight with all my strength, at least I won't be defeated. ”

Yan Muxiong's cheeks twitched a few times, his eyes were a little cold, he waved his hand, suppressed the noise of the clansmen, and asked in a deep voice: "I don't know Senior Situ, what do you mean by your words?"

Situ smiled proudly and said proudly: "To tell you the truth, among the younger generation of our Situ family, there is no one under the age of fifteen who can defeat Nan'er; among the sixteen-year-olds, there are only a handful of people who can be equal to Nan'er; and among the seventeen-year-olds, there are no more than five fingers." You just pick a little kid to participate in the war, you really don't take our Situ family seriously!"

"Hoo ......"

The noisy training ground suddenly fell silent. The originally angry clansmen didn't know what to say to argue at the moment.

"This time, Yan Lan really hit an iron nail!"

"In the past hundred years, my clan has indeed been inferior to one generation after another, compared to the Situ family, after all, it is still so far behind!"

“......”

At this time, many clansmen sighed in their hearts.

Situ Hengkong is the second elder of the Situ family, although what he said makes people inevitably feel unrestrained when they hear it. But with his identity and status, there is no need to use deception to raise Situ Zhaonan's strength.

Many clansmen looked worried, and secretly looked at Situ Zhaonan, this inconspicuous teenager actually had a strength comparable to that of an excellent sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

On the other hand, the Yan clan, at least in terms of daily training, no thirteen-year-old team member has the ability to compete with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old team member.

Although Yan Lan is talented, it is only limited to weight-bearing training, and when it comes to actual combat power, how can it be comparable to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old genius.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the training ground was a little awkwardly quiet.

The Yan clansmen all looked solemn, obviously Situ Zhaonan's strength was too unexpected.

"Senior Situ, I know that you want to find a tough hand to challenge and defeat the powerhouse of my clan, which can severely damage my family's momentum more than defeating me! However, if you want to defeat me, it is not as easy as you think. ”

Yan Lan was extremely dissatisfied with Situ Hengkong seeing him as a soft persimmon, pursed his lips unconvinced, and continued: "Otherwise, if I lose, then the older powerhouse of my clan will fight on my behalf." At that time, even if Zhao Nan loses slightly, it will be enough to show that among my clan of the same age, no one can hope for your family. ”

"Good boy, have courage!"

The people of the Yan clan, who were losing in momentum, secretly gave Yan Lan a thumbs up.

Even in the face of a strong man like Situ Hengkong, Yan Lan's words were still calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

Regardless of whether Yan Lan can win in the end, this Shen Yi wit is enough to amaze many clansmen.

At this moment, even those who were a little prejudiced against Yan Lan on weekdays suddenly felt that he looked quite comfortable and even a little cute.

Hearing Yan Lan's words, Situ Hengkong's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his eyes that could frighten people to death were locked on Yan Lan's body.

"This son's state of mind is not bad, he can fight with Nan'er, I don't know how strong his real combat power is?"

Situ Hengkong's eyes narrowed slightly, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Okay, what you kid said also has some truth." It's just that you can't just pay lip service. ”

"Okay or not, see the real chapter. ”

Yan Lan's pupils tightened, and he said calmly.

Although many Yan people feel a lot more comfortable, they are followed by doubts and worries.

"Hopefully, Yan Lan can hold on a little longer, at least, not to lose too ugly. ”

The Yan people no longer have the certainty of victory, and only pray that this battle can be as face-saving as possible.

"It's good, it's good. ”

Situ Hengkong didn't know whether to really shout or pretend to tease, he put Situ Zhaonan off his shoulders and said with a smile: "Nan'er, go to the battle, don't underestimate the enemy!"

Situ Hengkong's words were extremely soft, which was very inconsistent with his fiery temper, which showed his love for this grandson.

"Well, I'm not going to be careless. ”

Situ Zhaonan's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Yan Lan expressionlessly.

At this moment, a figure suddenly stopped in front of Yan Lan.

Yan Lan raised his eyes and saw that it was Yan Linghe.

Yan Linghe frowned and said, "Yan Lan, unless you can defeat me with one move, otherwise, you are not qualified to fight on behalf of the family." ”

As soon as these words came out, many clansmen were in an uproar again.

This scene is really full of twists and turns.

Yan Muxiong looked at it coldly, did not stop it, and did not approve. The frivolity of teenagers cannot always be deliberately suppressed.

Yan Lan smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Linghe, it's a little inappropriate to ask me to separate the superiority from you now." ”

Yan Linghe raised his eyebrows and shouted: "There is nothing suitable or inappropriate, to fight on behalf of my clan, you need qualifications." Win me, and you will be qualified. One move, win or lose. ”

Yan Linghe said this, naturally he has his qualifications.

It was rumored in ancient times that the talent of the sky will be married for ten years.

Yan Linghe is fourteen years old, and now he can cultivate to the middle and middle stages of Yuandan, which can be called a genius.

Among the fourteen-year-old boys in the family, five or six out of ten are still in the stage of cultivating qi and controlling qi, and about one percent of them have cultivated to the Juyuan period, and those who have successfully condensed the Yuan Dan are one in a hundred.

Yan Lan's eyes were contemplative, it seemed that it was inevitable to try a trick with Yan Linghe.

"Yan Lan, look at the move, Heavenly Sword Hand!"

Yan Linghe shouted violently, and a light blade condensed in his right palm, and the light blade instantly grew to a zhang, releasing a shocking power.

"It's my clan's first-order high-grade skill - Heavenly Sword Hand, Ling He has actually cultivated it!"

This momentum was noticed by the Yan clansmen at a glance.

Legend has it that there are several levels of exercises, the first level is the lowest, and each level has four grades: lower, middle and upper poles.

It is not easy to achieve the first-order high-grade skills, the cultivation of the early and middle stages of Yuandan, and it is not easy.

Yan Lan took three steps back, his face was calm, the spirit yuan around his body was surging, his clothes and hair were fluttering, and his eyes revealed a treacherous color.

"Family stunts, I'll accompany you!"

Yan Lan raised his right hand, pinched his hand, and in an instant, a light blade appeared.

"Yan Lan, this kid, has actually cultivated into a Heavenly Sword Hand, and even a Heavenly Sword Hand runs so smoothly!"

Yan Linghe's gaze was slightly surprised, how difficult it was to cultivate the Heavenly Sword Hand, he had a personal experience.

What made him even more incredible was that he had a great time running the Heavenly Sword Hand. But Yan Lan is with a knife in his hand, and he is at ease.

Many clansmen took a few deep breaths, if they wanted to cultivate into the Heavenly Sword Hand, they needed at least the cultivation of the middle stage of Yuan Dan.

"Could it be that Yan Lan's cultivation has reached the middle stage of Yuan Dan?"

A clansman whispered in his heart.

"How is it possible, thirteen years old, the middle stage of Yuan Dan? This is a fourteen or fifteen-year-old genius boy, the realm that can only be reached!"

"This kid is not only physically strong, but even his cultivation is so amazing!"

“......”

At this moment, many clansmen who still had a trace of contempt for Yan Lan chuckled slightly in their hearts. Yan Lan's talent and strength are destined to not be a burden to the family in the future, and even enter the core of the family's power.

To despise the core of the family is simply idiot.

"Boom ......"

The two light blades slammed into each other violently, making a sharp explosion, and the exploding spirit yuan impacted some teenagers ten zhang away into unstable shape.

In a one-move duel, Yan Lan and Yan Linghe are both standing up.

"This competition seems to be a draw!"

"No, it should be Yan Lan who has the upper hand slightly, his figure has taken three steps back, but Ling He has taken five steps back!"

“......”

Yan Linghe's eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "Yan Lan...... Actually knocked me back five steps......"

The corners of Yan Linghe's eyes jumped unnaturally, this seemingly insignificant gap, in his opinion, was as wide as a moat.

Because, he is one year older than Yan Lan, and he thinks that his talent and hard work are not under Yan Lan.

"Yan Lan, you are qualified to fight on behalf of our clan!"

Yan Linghe withdrew his hand, said calmly, and then slowly retreated. Under his calm expression, there was a heart that stirred up monstrous waves.

At this moment, in the astonishing light in the eyes of most of the tribesmen, there was a faint flash of joy.

Situ said casually: "Yes, your kid's name is Yan Lan, you do have some ability." However, defeating a fourteen-year-old disciple in the clan was as easy as it was for my Sun Zhaonan. With that palm just now, if my grandson played, that kid would not be as simple as taking five steps back. ”

Then, Situ said to Yan Lan with a smile: "Yan Lan, do you want to give you half an hour to breathe, so as not to lose and be unfair." ”

Yan Lan shook his hand lightly and said, "No." ”

With that, Yan Lan slowly walked in front of Situ Zhaonan with a calm expression.

On the huge training ground, everyone has already given up an area.

In the center of the area, two teenagers stood facing each other. A gentle breeze blew the clothes and hair of the two teenagers, and the atmosphere was a little desolate.

Yan Muxiong coughed lightly and said, "This is a competition between my Yan clan and the Situ family, not a battle of life and death. Therefore, with the area of 20 zhang on this side as the boundary, whoever goes out of the boundary first will admit defeat. Senior Situ, do you have any objections?"

Situ shook his beard, waved his hand and said: "The rules of the competition, as long as they are fair to both parties, what do you think, do what!"

This demeanor is obviously extremely confident in Situ Zhaonan's strength.

"Good. Yan Muxiong's expression was solemn, and he shouted, "Competition, let's start!"