Chapter 40: Fighting the Enemy

In the square, the top 16 players slowly walked towards their fate duel arena. The surrounding clansmen were silent at the moment, staring at these well-honed and talented teenagers, they were the new stars of the family and their own heroes, no matter whether they won or lost, they deserved to be praised for coming to this point.

Because, among their peers of this generation, there are three or four hundred. However, the number of women who are willing to undergo the training of the family, plus more than 30 women, is only about 90, less than a quarter. These sixteen people can be said to be one of the dozens of people in the younger generation of the family, both in terms of talent and perseverance, they are extremely good.

Yan Lan quietly followed behind Yan Lingsong, with a slight smile on his face, and there was neither joy nor fear in his eyes.

"Yan Lan, let's see you in the top eight!" Suddenly, behind Yan Lan, a familiar voice came.

The corners of Yan Lan's mouth raised, and the person who said this was his old opponent Yan Linghe. Stopped, turned slightly, and said with a smile: "I'm in the quarterfinals, it's no problem, it's up to you!"

Yan Linghe grinned, and said confidently: "I have already booked the top eight early, you still have to worry about yourself, Yan Lingsong is not a good stubble, he is a madman, he started a rush, and none of us here want to touch him." ”

Yan Lingsong, who had been slowing down, suddenly turned around at this moment and sneered: "Stinky boy, just talk too much." But I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, and I'm sure I'm going to get the top eight. Yan Lan, you said yes!"

When Yan Lan heard this, he just smiled calmly, ignoring Yan Lingsong's words, and turned his head to Yan Linghe: "Let's go to the competition with peace of mind, let's see you in the top eight." ”

Yan Linghe smiled secretly, patted Yan Lan on the shoulder, and said, "Boy, after entering the quarterfinals, it's best for me to draw a group with you." I feel happy to be able to fight with you freely, even if I lose. ”

Yan Lan nodded and smiled, but at this time, Yan Lingsong's face was full of green, and he waved his fist at Yan Linghe and said: "You kid, get out of here, it's best to give up the top eight by yourself, otherwise if you meet me in the top four, you will definitely beat your parents and don't know you." ”

Yan Linghe glared at Yan Lingsong fiercely, then smiled at Yan Lan, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Teach him a good lesson for me." With that, he walked quickly to his competition venue.

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"Yan Lan, if you don't want to be beaten to the ground by me and ruin your image as a genius, I advise you to take the initiative to admit defeat!" The moment he stepped onto the competition venue, Yan Lingsong suddenly turned around and said proudly.

"Thank you Brother Ling Song for your kindness. Yan Lan smiled and waved his hand, but the battle intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger, he finally met an opponent who he needed to go all out, how could he give up easily.

"Hehe, although you have a good talent, you are three years younger than me. At the age of three, there is a gap that you cannot cross. Yan Lingsong stretched out three fingers and pointed them directly at Yan Lan's face, "If you don't know how to lift, it will be very miserable." ”

"Haha!" Yan Lan suddenly smiled arrogantly, and then paused, his eyes shot and he smiled weirdly, "If you are too conceited, you won't end up much better." ”

has been provoked repeatedly, even if it is a Buddha, he will have three points of anger, not to mention that Yan Lan is still a thirteen or fourteen-year-old bloody man.

"Okay, good, well, haha!" Yan Lingsong smiled instead of being angry, stroked his palms with both hands, and looked at Yan Lan with interest, and then his eyes were cold, and he said coldly, "Today, I will let you know what kind of embarrassment it will be if I don't know how thick the sky is!"

"Then please Brother Ling Song, be sure not to show mercy to your subordinates!" Yan Lan returned to his usual calm look.

At this moment, the eyes of many clansmen stayed on Yan Lan. The conversation between the two full of gunpowder was heard by many clansmen.

"Ling Song, but we are the powerhouse of the Western District!"

"Ling Song's strength is only second to Ling Shan, Yan Lan wants to win, and the chance is slim. ”

"Yan Lan and Ling Song, it will be a tragic competition!"

"Yan Lan can come this far, it's not bad, at the age of thirteen, he can enter the top 16, and in the nearly 100-year history of the family, he is also one of the few!"

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On the high platform in the middle, Yan Yaoji and Zhou Tianfeng, as well as Zhou Yuxiao, a genius boy of the Zhou family, and many elders all set their eyes on Yan Lan. Although on the surface, there are a few people who are stronger than Yan Lan, but if there is anyone who attracts the most attention, it is none other than Yan Lan.

In the quarterfinals, although all of them have extraordinary strength, the opponents of people such as Yan Lingyi and Yan Linglong are obviously three points weaker than them. When there is a difference between strength and weakness, there will naturally not be much suspense.

On the other hand, Yan Lingsong's strength is well known for his strength, plus his age of sixteen, compared to Yan Lan's age of thirteen, according to conventionally, the former should be overpowering the latter. However, Yan Lan is not an ordinary character, not only defeated the genius boy of the Situ family, but also survived the thunderstorm, such an encounter, coupled with the face of a strong enemy, is even more curious. After all, most people have only heard of Yan Lan's name, but they have never seen him make a move.

"Brother Yaoji, aristocratic wizard Yan Lan, what do you think is the chance of winning!" Zhou Tianfeng squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes rolled a few times, and asked with a lot of charm.

Yan Yaoji laughed, stroked his long beard, and said, "With the eyes of Brother Feng, can't you see it?"

Zhou Tianfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Between victory and defeat, I can't see for sure!"

Yan Yaoji smiled and said, "Brother Tianfeng's strength is still above me, you can't even see it, let alone me?"

Zhou Tianfeng saw that he didn't ask about any fame, snorted lightly, and said, "Then let's wait and see, I feel that Yanlan's kid may come up with some unexpected fame." ”

Yan Yaoji frowned silently, and then focused all his attention on Yan Lan. Just now he was not very polite to Zhou Tianfeng, but the relationship between the two families is not what it used to be, fighting openly and secretly with each other, sometimes the competition is strong, and even the family that has hatred with the two clans is not lost. The relationship between the two families is well known to each other, so there is no need to be too polite, so as not to damage their own momentum.

In the competition venue, with Yan Muxiong's order, the momentum of the eight small areas skyrocketed at the same time, and Lingyuan rolled. Although there is a difference in strength between each other in some competitions, these sixteen are not weak, even for their own dignity, they need to try with all their might, and they will not feel ashamed if they lose like this.

"Yan Lan, I want to see how much water the so-called genius has. Yan Lingsong sneered, and the spirit yuan around him flowed, and his momentum suddenly soared, and his powerful power rushed towards Yan Lan like a fierce dragon crossing a river.

Yan Lan's face did not change, with a wave of his right hand, his fists were clenched, and the momentum around his body suddenly skyrocketed, and Yan Lingsong's coercion did not cause him any pressure.

"Hmph, you do have some strength, no wonder you are so arrogant! Next, let's see how I smash your perfect legend. With a loud shout, Yan Lingsong jumped up, and on his legs, wrapped in a thick spirit element, he swept towards Yan Lan violently.

"Wind Shadow Legs, my self-created move, let you taste it first!" The corners of Yan Lingsong's mouth smiled even more.

"Hmm, what a sharp leg technique!" Yan Lan's pupils tightened, but he was not flustered, the corners of his mouth sneered slightly, and he suddenly stretched his hands forward and blocked the attack of Yan Lingsong's first leg in a hard way.

"If you think it's so simple, then you'll lose!" Yan Lingsong smirked in his heart.

After Yan Lan took this leg, before he could adjust it, Yan Lingsong's attack with another leg came.

"Although the leg technique is good, it's a pity that the lethality is not enough!" Yan Lan snorted, shook his left hand, and calmly took another wave of attacks. Unexpectedly, after that, the attack of the other leg came. It's like the waves of the sea, endless.

"Although Ling Song's self-created leg method is not of high grade, I have to say that it can enhance the strength of melee attacks very well!"

"Ling Song's offensive is domineering and fierce, much more aggressive than that genius Situ Zhaonan, in this way, Yan Lan is afraid that he won't last long!"

"Well, Yan Lan Lingyuan should not be as thick as Ling Song, and it will be a protracted battle, but it is not good for Yan Lan!"

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While Yan Lan was fighting fiercely, the onlookers were also discussing fiercely. As time passed, Yan Lan's odds of winning slowly fell in the hearts of the clansmen.

"Hmph, Wind Shadow Legs, you don't need to consume too much spirit yuan, but you can continue to consume your spirit yuan, I see how long you can last!" Yan Lingsong gritted his teeth, and his leg strength increased a little more.

Yan Lan's face was still unwavering, and he couldn't see the priorities. He blocked his hands in front of him, Lingyuan overflowed, saw the move, focused on defending, and fought and retreated.

"Hehe, the attack power is very strong, but it's not without a way to crack it. You've had enough, and now, it's my turn to be a little more awe-inspiring. ”

When Yan Lingsong's smile grew, Yan Lan, who was originally unfazed, suddenly tightened his pupils, and then the corners of his mouth raised a trace of arc, which was imperceptible, but it made some sharp-eyed clansmen startled.