Yan Linghe was facing a fifteen-year-old boy who was one year older than him. The opponent's strength is not weak, but Yan Linghe does not fall behind at all, and between the surging spirit yuan, there is a hidden electric flash, domineering, so that the opponent can't get close at all.

Yan Muxiong noticed this scene, but his eyes tightened, and he said secretly: "Could it be that Ling He cultivated under the thunderstorm of the sky that day, and unknowingly absorbed some of the power of thunder and lightning?" Hehe, this kid, it's really surprising, the progress in the past ten days has indeed been remarkable......

Looking at Yan Linglong again, his white clothes are better than snow, and under the wrapping of Lingyuan, he looks even more beautiful and moving. She faced a 17-year-old male of the same age. If it is said that the male team members are strong and fierce, then Yan Linglong's fighting style is to overcome rigidity with softness, like spider silk entangled, continuous strength, which makes the opponent extremely headache. Coupled with his graceful posture, between the flying hair, the opponent's heart is ape, and there is pity and cherishing the jade, the two sides have fought for more than 30 rounds, and the opponent fell out of the test area in embarrassment under Yan Linglong's powerful moves.

The group member touched his head inexplicably, smiled bitterly, and then turned away helplessly. Because at this moment, the consumption of Lingyuan is only two or three out of ten, and his combat power is still there, but he was careless, and he was thrown out of the field by Yan Linglong, and he was really depressed. In terms of strength, he should be able to enter the top eight, but when he met the powerful Yan Linglong, he had to go out in advance.

The competition between Yan Linghe and Yan Linglong was hard-hitting, but Yan Lingyi's competition was different.

I saw that Yan Lingyi's opponent, although he was a seventeen-year-old powerhouse, no matter how he attacked, he couldn't even touch Yan Lingyi's clothes. Yan Lingyi's hands were behind his back, his eyes flowed with a calm look, and his slender body was like a feather in the void, elegant and agile, and dusty.

Yan Lingyi's opponent, Zhou Lingyuan Dasheng, a pair of tiger fists, is also fierce and powerful. Wherever the fist passed, there were explosions in all directions, and the fist wind was whistling, but no matter how much he accelerated his speed, he couldn't touch the corners of Yan Lingyi's clothes.

"Ling Yi, dodge and dodge, what kind of hero is it, there is a kind of head-on battle with me. After dozens of relentless attacks, the guy was a little out of breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with great dissatisfaction.

"Okay, as you wish!" Yan Lingyi's mouth raised lightly, and his body slowly fell in front of his opponent.

"Let's take it!" With a wave of one hand, Yan Lingyi did not make any gestures, his right hand clenched into a fist, and attacked the opponent at a speed that was not extremely fast.

"Hey, hey!" The opponent laughed evilly, licked the corners of his mouth, and suddenly the spirit yuan around his body exploded, and the fatigue disappeared immediately, and his right hand was clenched heavily, and a momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas was swept away towards Yan Lingyi with a violent fist.

"This kid, the previous attack was pretended to be unbearable, attracting Ling Yi to confront him......" Many clansmen immediately saw the cunning of that guy.

Seeing this, Yan Lingyi's face was still calm, and the fist that seemed to be calm and unfazed collided with the opponent's violent fist.

"Bang!"

An explosion was accompanied by an incredible roar, followed by the exclamations of the clansmen.

Yan Lan fixed his eyes and saw Yan Lingyi standing quietly in place, his clothes fluttering. However, his opponent shot out backwards and smashed down outside the test area, with an incredible look of horror in his eyes.

"Ling Yi's opponent is not weak, but he was defeated by Ling Yi so lightly, Ling Yi's cultivation should have broken through to the Hua Dan stage!"

"Ling Yi is so powerful, the first place in this year's competition should belong to our Southern District Ling Yi!"

"Ling Shan and Ling Long in our northern district are not easy to mess with!"

"Don't argue, look at it well, Ling Long, Ling Shan, Ling Rui and others are not simple people. In the final four, it should be these four people!"

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After the exclamation, the clansmen began to talk. The top 16 were just born, but many clansmen have already determined the list of the top four.

In the eyes of the clansmen, Yan Lan and Yan Linghe, as well as Yan Lingyu and others, although they are excellent, they are still young after all, and the top four competitions over the years basically cannot escape the control of sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys. Of course, there is one exception, that is, Yan Lingtian, the owner of the King's Weapon, when he was fifteen years old, he made a blockbuster, won the first place, and won the King's Weapon, becoming the youngest clansman to obtain the King's Weapon in the past hundred years.

"Ling Yi, this kid, is actually so deeply hidden......" Yan Mufeng frowned, and looked at Yan Lingshan again, but saw that he was grinning with a big mouth, his face full of challenge. Then he sighed slightly, everything can only rely on real strength, although he is about to become the patriarch, but there is no way to use any means to let his son Yan Lingshan get the first.

Even the patriarch Yan Yaoji can only secretly do something about the lottery, but the purpose is to eliminate those teenagers who are strong but not top-notch in terms of talent. For example, Yan Linglong and Yan Lingyi's opponents are all seventeen years old, and their strength is undeniable, but their strength, compared with Yan Lan and Yan Linghe and others, is based on the advantage of age, and when they are thirteen or fourteen years old, they are not much proud, so they are eliminated in some unspoken rules early, so that the newcomers who are in the limelight show their edge.

Yan Yaoji did this, but he was not selfish and narrow-minded, but for the sake of the family's future. After all, a clansman who cultivates to Tongtian can bring more security to the family's peace than a hundred clansmen with mediocre strength. Therefore, the family can only cultivate the best people as much as possible in the limited resources.

"Brother Ling Yi's strength is only the strongest among the members of this competition. Looking at Yan Lingyi's domineering momentum, Yan Lan gasped deeply a few times, and couldn't help but weigh the strength and weakness between himself and Yan Lingyi in his heart, "If you talk about the cultivation realm, I am below Brother Ling Yi, but the soul realm is my most outstanding point." It's just that I don't know what level Brother Ling Yi's soul realm has reached?"

Hearing is false, seeing is believing. At the beginning, from Yan Lingyu's mouth, I learned that Yan Lingrui and Yan Lingyi had hidden strength, and I didn't feel any pressure at the time, but now, seeing the strength displayed by Yan Lingyi and Yan Lingrui, I suddenly felt the pressure doubled.

However, in front of Yan Lan's strong fighting spirit, the stronger the opponent, the more exciting it will be. If he wasn't eager to obtain the king's weapon and help his father Yan Lan recover his strength, he wouldn't have to bear so much pressure at this age, he just had to let go of his hands and feet and indulge in battle.

"The top 16 have been produced, and the next step is the battle for the top eight, please invite the 16 team members who won to come and draw lots. The draw is black and white color 1 to 8, the rules are the same as before, the same number of different colors, that is, a group. Yan Muxiong stood on the high platform and shouted.

The whole square suddenly quieted down, and the clansmen looked forward to it, these sixteen people were all outstanding, and the next competition would be more exciting than one another, and the appetite of the clansmen would be even higher.

Yan Lan's face was light, he put his hand into the stone box, and pulled out the number of his fate, which would also determine his opponent.