The monks who watched the battle under the ring who did not know the truth saw that the patriarch of the Qu family slapped the patriarch of the Xiong family, and after a short period of silence, the fighting field immediately became noisy and sensational, and it looked like it was out of control.

In the course of the competition, such an oolong incident broke out, and it was definitely the first time in the history of the Ziguang City Family Ranking Ring Tournament, and the so-called was unprecedented and unprecedented.

What's more, it was not an ordinary monk who was killed, but Xiong Liehuang, the patriarch of the Xiong family, one of the four major families in Purple Light City, who was extremely appealing, which made those monks loyal to the Xiong family even more angry with a trace of fear.

Some monks of the Xiong family, who were weaker in concentration, actually broke out and injured people.

Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, the chief referee Hao Shaowen reacted extremely quickly, and immediately said: "Everyone is quiet, the Purple Light City Family Ranking Ring Tournament is still going on, please don't disturb, otherwise it will be dealt with according to the city rules!"

The sound was not very loud, but it drifted into the ears of all the monks in the Dharma Fighting Arena like a spring breeze and rain, and all the monks present heard it clearly.

Those monks of the Xiong family who were violent and hurtful, stimulated by Hao Shaowen's words, even felt a clear meaning in their minds quickly spread throughout their bodies, and the angry meaning instantly collapsed. For a while, the noise was quiet.

Except for some of the monks who were fighting in the ring, the others who were fighting did not dare to be distracted, after all, this fighting method was related to the rise and fall of them and even the family behind them.

Yan Batian, whose face was calm and unaffected, set his eyes on the twenty-sixth ring, and happened to see Yan Feiyan knocking a ninth-layer cultivator from the ring with a fierce punch.

A doting smile instantly appeared on his calm face, Yan Batian slowly walked towards the direction of the twenty-sixth ring, and all the monks he met along the way were like chiefs inspecting the work, and they all made way for him to make a "path".

Yan Batian didn't hear it, and walked leisurely to the twenty-sixth ring. Yan Feiyan, who recovered from being cold and frosty to a faint and shy, stood in front of him gracefully, with the shame of a little girl seeing her lover in her heart, which made countless monks around her look at Yan Batian with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Xiao Nizi made it to the semifinals so easily?"

Yan Batian habitually pinched Yan Feiyan's little nose dotingly, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

"Isn't this much slower than Brother Batian?"

The delicate and white little hands behind her, Yan Feiyan's body leaned forward slightly, and her cold autumn eyes were bent into a beautiful crescent, but there was a rare smile in it, and on the pretty little face, shallow dimples appeared, which was cute in a flash.

No one could have imagined that the little face that was as cold as the frost of the wax moon in the ring just now would show such a cute side after seeing Yan Batian.

"Young Patriarch, I'm also in the semifinals!"

A burly young monk walked quickly to Yan Batian's side and said to Yan Batian as if he was invited. This young monk was none other than Yan Nanyuan's eldest disciple, Qi Leming.

"It's already a ninth-level cultivator in the Qi cultivation period, with your qualifications, Senior Brother Leming, if you are eliminated in the preliminaries, see if I don't slap you to death. You made it to the finals last year and finished 63rd!"

Glancing at Qi Leming, Yan Batian said to him angrily.

"The young patriarch even knows this?"

Scratching his head embarrassedly, Qi Leming said with no interest.

"By the way, after the preliminaries, you go and inform all the Qi cultivation period cultivators of our Yan family who have entered the semi-finals, and tell them that if they can successfully enter the finals, in addition to the rewards given to them by the City Lord's Mansion and the family, I am giving them an additional reward in my personal name!"

patting Qi Leming's shoulder, Yan Batian commanded on a whim.

"What? The young patriarch also wants to give out rewards? Then I have to tell them seriously. I just don't know what reward the young patriarch will give me if I make it to the finals?"

Qi Leming, who was suddenly interested, asked happily.

"What? you will be rewarded for entering the finals, see if I don't kick you to death!"

Yan Batian stretched out his foot and kicked behind Qi Leming's buttocks. Qi Leming didn't hide and was kicked.

Since the last time the two of them "shared the spoils", the relationship is not ordinary iron, such a scene is not once or twice, and neither of them cares.

"Others who enter the finals will be rewarded with a young patriarch, why don't I have it?"

Qi Leming's face was bitter, his face was full of unconvinced, but anyone could see that it was pretending.

"As long as you can rise ten places in the finals, I will ask my father to personally order you to give you the surname Yan, from now on, you and I are brothers, my name is Yan Batian, and Senior Brother Leming, you will be called Yan Leming!"

His eyes were full of encouragement and expectation, and Yan Batian said solemnly.

"What, young patriarch, you mean to let me have the same surname as you......"

Before the words were finished, tears appeared in Qi Leming's eyes, how many years, I remember that since the day he was accepted as a disciple by Yan Nanyuan, he has always had the dream of becoming a core member of the Yan family, but no one has ever given him hope, and now the young patriarch has given him such a chance to realize his dream, to say that he is not excited, it is purely a lie.

"Don't be so excited, as long as you are loyal to the Yan family, you will get more in the future, if you have greater credit, or even give you a pill of Zhuji Dan, it is not impossible!"

Looking at Qi Leming with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Yan Batian laughed and said.

"What?Tsukidan?"

Qi Leming was suddenly stunned by the name of this elixir. That's the Zhuji Dan! How many high-grade pills that a ninth-layer cultivator in the Qi cultivation period dreamed of and didn't get in his entire life can be given casually?

You must know that it is the third elder Yan Nanli, who owes the family a lot of spirit stones to the family in order to build the foundation Dan before he got one from the Purple Light City auction house, and he still owes the family a lot of spirit stones that have not been paid off.

If someone else said this, Qi Leming would treat him as a deaf ear and laugh at it, but this came from Yan Batian's mouth, so he couldn't help but believe it. Because he knew that the young patriarch was not a man of his own words.

"It's just a Tsukidan, what's the fuss?"

Yan Ba Tianyun said lightly.

"One Tsukidan, that's it?"

Yan Batian's words came into Qi Leming's ears, and Yan Batian's behavior made him feel more and more mysterious.

Qi Leming recalled the three words "little guy" in Yan Batian's mouth when he was "sharing the spoils", and he couldn't help but be a little out of the world, but this secret was to kill him, and he wouldn't say it.