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The sky is full of fire swaying, and the light is uncertain.

Outside the gate of the Yan Mansion, the three parties gathered and sat together, leaving a large open space in the middle. This is where they are about to play.

In the field, Yan Sanjun stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes slightly closed, and he looked calm and relaxed.

After waiting for a while, a person came from the opposite side, this person was older, about thirty years old, burly, bearded, with a big face, and neatly arranged facial features, not ugly, but not very good-looking.

"You are Yan Sanjun? I heard it used to be a piece of rubbish. As soon as the man came up, he planned to give Yan Sanjun a dismount.

Yan Sanjun opened his eyes, glanced at him contemptuously, and said casually: "Oh, then you'd better not be defeated by my hands, otherwise, you won't even be as good as a waste." ”

"Hmph, megalomaniacal. Don't think that if you can take a blow from the underworld, you can run amok......"

"That's a lot of, look for death!" Without waiting for the man to finish speaking, Yan Sanjun made a decisive move, raised his palm, and slashed down.

This time, Yan Sanjun did not use the Maoshan technique, but used the Yan family's soul technique to run thunder.

This set of soul skills is very strong, and the attack is like the wind, fast and ruthless. If the moves can be coherent and done in one go, the power will be enhanced.

Seeing Yan Sanjun make a move, the man swallowed back halfway through his words. He dodged a blow sideways, his soul power was running, and the wind was under his feet, and he suddenly jumped up on the ground and kicked at Yan Sanjun.

To be honest, in their realm, all they can practice are the most ordinary soul skills, and some moves are not much different from hooligan fights.

If there are two words to describe the competition between them, it should be - boring.

However, although it was very boring, everyone present still watched with a twelve-point spirit, and there were a few shouts or cheers from time to time.

"The third young master's soul power has really recovered. I'll just say, how can this kind of genius easily "die"! ”

"Cut, when did you say anything like that. I think that the person who poured cold water on the third young master at the beginning was almost the same as you. ”

"Nonsense, when have I ever done that kind of immoral thing, hey, look at it, what kind of soul technique did the third young master use, how come I have never seen that trick just now."

"Hey, really, is this still our Yan family's thunder?"

Several teenagers were whispering.

And Yan Tianming, the patriarch not far away, also noticed these details. However, with his eyesight, he could only see that Yan Sanjun's soul technique was somewhat different from the Ben Lei inherited by the Yan family.

Indeed, as everyone could see, Yan Sanjun's soul technique was slightly different from the family heirloom Ben Lei. In it, he added some moves that he had figured out by himself, but they hadn't been fully integrated yet.

"Huh? Is this little guy practicing his soul skills? Does he want to use his opponent as his whetstone? Yan Tianming frowned, as if he couldn't see through Yan Sanjun's thoughts.

In the field, Yan Sanjun was sometimes as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder, and sometimes slow and leisurely, seemingly casual, but he was always able to avoid it dangerously and dangerously.

"Huh? No, it's still not right. Forget it, you can't consume too much soul power, let's solve this trouble first! Just after dodging the other party's blow, Yan Sanjun retreated, shook his head secretly, and said silently in his heart.

Thinking of this, his body suddenly changed, his palms came out together, and the ninefold soul power was stirred, and an aura suddenly appeared around him. Immediately after, his momentum also changed, changing from the carelessness just now, and suddenly became his eyes were completely different and murderous.

It was just an instant, and a trace of fierceness flashed on Yan Sanjun's delicate face. Then, his whole body moved.

"Thunder, wind!" Yan Sanjun let out a soft click, accompanied by a ghostly figure, which appeared behind the person opposite at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

The corners of Yan Sanjun's mouth moved slightly, he looked at him with a smile, and said, "You really lost to a waste." ”

Hearing this, the man reacted and wanted to turn around, but found that his body was falling down uncontrollably, like a puddle of mud.

His mouth opened wide in horror, and his eyes almost popped out. Until the moment he fell, he didn't know what was happening, he just felt that he had a flower in front of him, and then he was put down.

"What the hell just happened?" Many onlookers didn't see clearly that Yan Sanjun's blow just now was too fast, really like thunder and lightning.

Of course, the scene just now did not leave the eyes of some people in the field. For example, Feng Yuelun, Liang You, Yan Tianming, and those elders.

"It's such a thunder, I didn't expect the Yan family to have such a character." Feng Yuelun's sharp eyes stared at Yan Sanjun, revealing a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

has the same idea as him, and Liang You on the side. Not for anything else, just because Yan Sanjun's performance just now was too eye-catching.

The person who played against Yan Sanjun, although he only had eightfold soul power, was already weaker, but even so, it was impossible to defeat so completely.

Defeat in one move, and it is an afterthought, this kind of enemy, thinking about it, feels terrifying, if it is a battle of life and death, that person's life will be harvested.

"Xiao San'er's performance is really getting more and more interesting." Yan Tianming, as the head of the clan, seemed to have discovered a new continent in Yan Sanjun's body, he touched his chin with interest, and said to himself.

This first game ended in a look of surprise. The Yan clan burst into applause, and their morale suddenly became high, sweeping away their previous depression.

However, just when everyone was happy, Feng Yuelun on the opposite side suddenly spoke: "The Yan clan is really full of talents. However, don't be complacent too early, aren't there still two rounds? Next, Changqing, you go! ”

"Yes, father." Out of the crowd was a young man, personable, with clear eyebrows, looking energetic and full of energy.

When he heard this name, Yan Sanjun frowned slightly, he didn't expect that Feng Changqing also came. Before that, he was not noticed. Presumably, it was just arriving.

Yan Sanjun stood in the middle of the field, as tall as a mountain, he looked up at the young man in front of him, his mood was a little complicated. If it weren't for the family bonds, they would always be best friends, but now, they have to stand against each other.

"Third brother." The young man clasped his fists and shouted politely.

"Yes, Changqing." Yan Sanjun nodded in agreement.

"I ......" Feng Changqing wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Sanjun suddenly waving his hand.

"I don't have to explain, it's just a battle between our brothers. You don't have to keep your hands, let me see if you have regressed in the past few years. ”