After the strict review of Yan Muxiong and Yan Muluan, the list of 32 teenagers who participated in the competition was released. Among them, there is only one thirteen-year-old Yan Lan, and two fourteen-year-olds, namely Yan Linghe and Yan Lingyuan. Yan Lingyuan's shooting score is at the bottom of the 32 people. Most of the participants were concentrated in the age of sixteen or seventeen, which shows that in the teenage years, age does greatly affect cultivation.

However, among the thirty-two people, even Yan Lingyuan, who had the shallowest shot, was three inches deep. It shows that none of these 32 people are mediocre. However, among the 32 people, the ratio of men to women is seriously unbalanced, and there are only four women.

In fact, this has been the case for all years, and the people are not surprised. After all, the family's training for girls is not as harsh as for boys. To have four women in the round of 32 is remarkable. Because there have been many years, but there has been a situation where no woman has entered the top 32.

Yan Lan glanced at the people who had obtained the qualifications for the martial arts test, the strong soul power, carefully felt the fluctuations of their strength, frowned slightly, and muttered: "Among these thirty-one people, most of them are cultivators in the late stage of Juyuan or even at the peak, and less than half of those who have entered the Yuan Dan stage of cultivation. The soul realm is mostly the second grade of the human realm, and there are only a few people who enter the third grade. Among them, the strongest ones should be those four or five people, I can't even detect the fluctuation of their strength, it seems that they are very hidden. ”

After pondering for a moment, Yan Lan weighed the strength of the four or five people, and couldn't think of why, so he had to raise his head and look around, only to see the rest of the unsuccessful disciples sitting down on the sidelines. In the center of the field, only thirty-two of them remained.

As the protagonists of today's competition, the eyes of the clansmen are naturally all focused on them, and there are also a lot of whispers, obviously everyone is hotly discussing who can enter the top eight, the top four, the top two, and the final first place.

Subsequently, under the supervision of Yan Mufeng and several other second-generation core clansmen, the lottery ceremony was held.

There are 16 pieces in black and white, engraved with numbers from 1 to 16. The bamboo sticks are all placed in a stone box that can be insulated from spiritual detection. In the end, the black and white second lottery of the same number will be contested. After a rigorous drawing of lots, each of the 32 people had a bamboo stick.

"Brother Xiaolan, what number are you?" Yan Lingyu came out from behind Yan Lan with a smile on her face again.

"Look, white nine. Yan Lan's face was solemn, his eyes kept wandering, and he was looking for the person who won the black No. 9 lot.

"Whew, it's dangerous, just a little bit. Luckily, we didn't meet in the first round. Yan Lingyu patted her budding chest, fortunately relieved, and then showed her black No. 8 stick.

When Yan Lan heard this, he also smiled bitterly happily, he didn't want to run into Yan Lingyu in the first round.

"Please draw the white and black team members in two rows in order of number, facing each other, so that you can see your opponent clearly. Yan Muxiong shouted, extremely majestic. Those team members who had been strictly trained by Yan Muxiong suddenly moved in shape, and after a while, they formed two neat queues.

Yan Lan stared at it, slightly stunned, it was Yan Lingyuan who was directly opposite him.

I saw Yan Lingyuan looking at Yan Lan with a bitter expression, obviously lamenting how his fate could be so good, and he met the most dazzling genius of the family in the first round.

Yan Lan smiled slightly, and then glanced at everyone, but found that strong people like Yan Lingyi, Yan Lingshan, Yan Lingrui, Yan Linglong, etc., did not meet in the first round.

"Hmm, is this a coincidence?" Yan Lan was suddenly a little stunned, then turned his head and looked at the high platform from afar, where the patriarch Yan Yaoji and many elders were all calm, and there was a subtle smile in their expressions.

Yan Yaoji immediately noticed Yan Lan's gaze, his old face was full of smiles, and he gave Yan Lan a hint of encouragement.

Yan Lan immediately smiled suddenly, and said in his heart: "This lottery seems fair, but secretly, those old guys must have done something! But in this way, it seems that there is nothing unfair, after all, the order is just a kind of luck, and strength is the root of everything." ”

Yan Lan clenched his fist, and the battle intent in his chest began to surge.

The training ground, which is more than 100 zhang in circumference, is divided into eight square areas, each with a size of 20 zhang square. In each competition area, there is a master of the family Mu Zi generation to judge the results and adjust the accident.

Yan Mufeng stood on the high platform and shouted loudly: "The family competition, the rules are the same." In the final first place, you have to have a discussion with the previous owner of the king's weapon to finally determine whether you are qualified to own the king's weapon. Therefore, you will have to face several trials before you reach the end. Of course, the benefits for those who reach the end of the line are absolutely incomparable. However, since it is a competition, it is not the same as fighting. We must not only go all out and show our abilities, but also retract and release freely, and stop at the point. Please remember, don't use swords, don't use hidden weapons, don't verbally abuse, don't hurt seriously, you understand!"

"Understood!" shouted the thirty-two crew members.

On the high platform, when Yan Muxiong mentioned the owner of the king's vessel, Yan Lingtian's proud expression was even worse. In his eyes, he looked at the thirty-two teenagers like children, and released a strong sense of disdain.

The eyes of many clansmen also fell on Yan Lingtian, and their eyes were full of surprise. Yan Lingtian, the most outstanding genius of this family in recent decades, has dominated the king's weapon for three consecutive years, and his strength and talent are terrifying.

"With Yan Lingtian's strength, even the elders of many Mu Zi generations in the family are not his opponents!" many clansmen secretly exclaimed.

Yan Lan raised his head and looked at the invincible Yan Lingtian, and the color of perseverance in his eyes became even stronger. If you want to obtain the King's Weapon, you will inevitably encounter Yan Lingtian in the end.

"Then, let's officially start!" Yan Mufeng waved his sleeves and shouted proudly. The corners of his eyes stopped a few times on Yan Lingshan's body without a trace, and his eyes were full of expectation.

In an instant, the clansmen, who were originally slightly in turmoil, suddenly calmed down like the waves of the sea, and they all stared at each other, not even daring to breathe. Especially those clansmen whose children want to participate in the competition, their palms are sweaty, and their eyes are round.

"Please go to the test venue from black and white No. 1 to No. 8 respectively. Yan Muxiong climbed a high platform and said condescendingly.

Yan Muluan stood quietly on the side of the high platform, her beautiful eyes stayed on Yan Linglong for a moment, and said in her heart: "Long'er, this time you have to let them see and understand, our women are not as weak as the clansmen imagined!"

Dai's eyebrows were slightly relaxed, the corners of her mouth were lightly raised, and Yan Muluan's body exuded a clear air. Women, in the family, especially in the military, have always been not valued by the family. Back then, Yan Muluan relied on arrogance and continued to cultivate, and he rushed into the top four, and the clan was in an uproar. However, since her, for decades, no woman has been able to break through to the semi-finals, and the best ranking is only to enter the quarterfinals.

Subsequently, Yan Muluan moved his gaze to Yan Lan, since Yan Lan became famous in Situ Zhaonan in the First World War and survived the thunderstorm, this slender and delicate young man seemed to be filled with a different smell, making it difficult for other people's eyes to take their eyes off him.

"Little guy, have a good competition! maybe, this time, you will create incredible results again!" Yan Muluan opened her teeth lightly, but this word did not come out, but it was a heartfelt word.

Yan Lan stood quietly, he was the number nine, and it was not his turn in the first round of competition. At this moment, a shadow passed in front of him.

Yan Lan's eyes lit up, that familiar gaze, he couldn't be more familiar with, it was Yan Lingyu. I saw Yan Lingyu staring at him with a smile on her face, even if she walked past him, she still turned her head and looked forward to it.

Yan Lan touched her face and asked suspiciously, "Sister Ling Yu, are you okay?"

Yan Lingyu's mouth pursed, but she turned around and returned, and hit Yan Lan on the shoulder with a pink fist, and clenched her teeth: "Dead pig's head, my sister is going to compete, you dare not even say a word of encouragement?"

"Ahh He had been thinking about the possible characters in the top 16 and the possible battles assigned to each other, but he ignored this matter for a while, and then had to bend down with a smile and said: "Sister Ling Yu, the top eight will definitely not be able to run you, come on!"

"Well, that's good!" Yan Lingyu seemed to be greatly satisfied, turned around, twisted his waist like a water snake, and quickly ran towards the eighth field.

"This sister!" Yan Lan took a deep breath, "I believe that with the help of the Soul Purifying Fruit, Sister Ling Yu's soul realm will be upgraded to the third grade of the human realm, and she will definitely be strengthened! Even among the sixteen or seventeen-year-old powerhouses in the family, the soul realm can reach the third grade of the human realm, I am afraid that there are only five fingers." ”

After sending Yan Lingyu away, Yan Lan stared at the figure on the competition venue again. Among these sixteen people, there are two strong people in his mind, one is Yan Lingrui, and the other is Yan Lingshan.

"These two people, what kind of results will they achieve in the first round?" Yan Lan's pupils suddenly tightened, and his gaze was firmly locked on the two of them.