"Thank you daddy for your concern, just sit back and see!"

gave Yan Nanyuan a completely reassuring look, Yan Feiyan's cold and pretty face was covered with frost, and in front of outsiders, she was still a cold beauty who did not smile.

"The next person to enter the ring is the daughter of the patriarch representing the Yan family, Yan Feiyan!"

Gu Leiming's voice obviously revealed a trace of helplessness and amusement, in his cognition as a monk in the foundation building period, this Yan Feiyan, who had no spiritual roots, was undoubtedly self-defeating when he went to the ring to fight.

The lotus step moved slightly, and Yan Feiyan slowly walked to the ring, that kind of calm and unhurried posture gave people a feeling that the "strong man" Kang was going to die. No one thought she could win.

"It's a pity, it's a pity! This delicate little beauty of the Yan family is about to die!"

"I really don't know what the Yan family's idea is, and they want to admit defeat......"

"Admit defeat and admit defeat directly, why do you want to catch such a fairy-like girl, isn't that a sin?"

"You don't know this, if the Yan family loses the ring, it will be equivalent to a downfall, and at that time, such a delicate beauty, without a family as a backer, I'm afraid it won't end too well......"

"In this way, the Yan family had long expected their tragic end after this ring match, so this is why Yan Feiyan was allowed to fight, and she would rather be killed in the ring than be humiliated and die......"

......

In the midst of the whispers of countless monks around the ring, or loud talks that didn't care, Yan Feiyan stepped into the ring step by step, and stood firmly opposite Xiong Xiyue.

"Whew" "Whew" "Whew"

The cold and cloudy wind of winter blew into the ring without warning, and pounced on the two young Loli who were standing in the same cold direction.

The long wavy black hair fluttered in the wind and blew to her chest, and the coldness in the eyes of the little demon girl Xiong Xiyue was even worse. She never thought that this mortal girl of the Yan family who had no spiritual roots would one day compete with her on the same stage.

Although the two of them were also known for their coldness in Purple Light City, Xiong Xiyue never put Yan Feiyan in the same position as herself.

Looking at Yan Feiyan on the other side with a calm and fearless look, Xiong Xiyue's heart became nameless for no reason, "When will it be your turn to be an ordinary man and my aunt and grandmother on an equal footing?"

On the tense ring, Xiong Xiyue's beautiful eyes were lightly raised, and she glanced at Yan Feiyan in front of her, the other party's body exuded breath, without the slightest trace of mana fluctuations, I really don't know who gave her so much courage to dare to compete with the monk with the drive of a first-order mortal.

"Although I don't know why you were able to be sent by the Yan family to fight with me, if you can admit defeat now, I can consider letting you suffer less......! Then I can't blame me!"

Xiong Xiyue's voice is so crisp and pleasant, like the call of a lark, revealing a nobility and arrogance that is difficult to hide. The indifference in his eyes had no intention of concealing it at all.

The implication is that even if you admit defeat now, I still have to give you a little hardship.

The cold wind blew, and Yan Feiyan, who was standing in the ring, was fluttering, and under the backdrop of the longbow on her back, she looked even more extraordinary.

Hearing Xiong Xiyue's self-esteemed words, a hint of sadism flashed in Yan Feiyan's cold autumn eyes, "Just let you speak wildly! Look at how you can get off the stage after being defeated by me for a while!"

"In my cognition, you seem to be just a useless vase in the Yan family, when you grow up, you find an honest ordinary mortal to marry, if you don't have the identity of the daughter of the patriarch of the Yan family, in Ziguang City, you have no status at all......"

Yan Feiyan's plain and calm, and there seemed to be a playful and sadistic look in her eyes, which made Xiong Xiyuedai's eyebrows frown slightly, and her heart was even more angry, and she couldn't help sneering, she didn't like a person of her age who was so annoying in front of her.

Yan Feiyan raised her eyes and glanced at Xiong Xiyue, the corners of her mouth suddenly hooked a faint sneer, and said: "I didn't expect you to be such a shameless woman, since this is the case, then I will also tell you the truth, if you don't have the identity of the daughter of the patriarch of the Xiong family, with your appearance, becoming a concubine of a high-ranking monk may be your best choice." ”

The beautiful cold and pretty face, slowly surging with a palpitating chill, Xiong Xiyue's beautiful eyes stared at Yan Feiyan coldly, a majestic aura that was not inferior to that of a ninth-layer monk in the Qi cultivation period, like a volcano that had been detonated, brought up the rumbling thunder explosion, roaring out!

"Lei Linggen! This little demon girl of the Xiong family turned out to be a Lei Linggen that has not been encountered in a hundred years!"

At this time, not only the many Qi cultivation period monks who watched the battle under the ring, but even the foundation building period monks on the judges' bench did not calm down.

Under normal circumstances, a monk with a thunder spirit root, even if the spirit root index is low, will be almost invincible among monks of the same level.

Meimu stared at Yan Feiyan coldly, and after a while, Xiong Xiyue's cheeks were pulled up with a cold arc: "Believe me, you will regret these words." ”

Yan Feiyan smiled slightly, and in her chuckle, there was also a-for-tat confrontation without the slightest concession.

"Okay, I'm waiting for you to make me regret it. ”

Yan Feiyan's fighting method with Xiong Xiyue, the two little Loli, in the ring this time is definitely a life-and-death situation. Every monk knows that there is absolutely no room for a hand.

Xiong Xiyue wants to fight for her father's defeat and gain the ownership of the Yan Family Medicine Garden, but Yan Feiyan can't lose, as long as she loses, not only the Yan Family Medicine Garden will not be able to protect, but even the Yan family will fall apart, and she can't afford to lose this battle.

Seeing that these two little Loli didn't give in at all in their words, Gu Leiming seemed to have lost the patience to continue waiting, and directly announced: "The second ring match between the Xiong family and the Yan family starts now!"

"The little demon girl of the Xiong family, I don't know if you have noticed that in this ring, the distance between us is only about ten zhang!"

Hearing Gu Leiming announce the start of the competition, Yan Feiyan looked at Xiong Xiyue with a strange look, and said with a cold sigh. Then his figure blurred for a while, and the whole person disappeared in the cold wind in the ring in an instant.

"As long as you are within ten zhang of me, and you don't cast any protective spells, this person's life and death are basically in my thoughts!"

Yan Feiyan's voice still echoed in the void, and when she suddenly appeared close to the already panicked Xiong Xiyue, the last word had just come out of her mouth.

Hearing only the sound of "bang", Yan Feiyan punched Xiong Xiyue's back fiercely, and the strength was incomparable.

Xiong Xiyue, who was shot into the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and the white arc that had just been revealed around her disappeared in an instant. The petite and delicate body was vigorously pushed towards the edge of the ring.

The protective shield around the ring flashed out, and after another loud bang, Xiong Xiyue's body fell heavily on the ring, and after a few convulsions, she couldn't move a bit.

"How is it possible to win with one move?"

All the monks present except Yan Batian were all stunned.