Just as almost all the monks were watching intently at the ring, Qu Yang's figure disappeared, whether he could give Yan Batian a heavy counterattack, but Qu Yang's voice under the ring sounded abruptly.

"Thank you Yan Daoyou's men for their mercy! Qu Yang has been taught!"

Qu Yang, who was standing firmly under the ring, was spotless on his gray robe, and he bowed deeply to Yan Batian in the ring without hesitation.

"Qu Daoyou is too polite, if it weren't for Daoyou taking the initiative to quit, it would be difficult to say whether the competition would be won or lost!"

The corners of Yan Batian's mouth hooked up a familiar arc, giving Qu Yang a feeling like a spring breeze.

Knowing that Yan Batian gave himself enough face and did not make himself unable to get off the stage in public, Qu Yang was even more grateful in his heart.

"No! my Qu Yang loses is lost, there is nothing to be embarrassed to admit it, Yan Daoyou's guidance, Rong will be reported that day!"

At this moment, Qu Yang was convinced, and he was secretly glad that he hadn't really offended Yan Batian, and the future achievements of such a monk might be something that a monk like him couldn't catch up with.

Such a potential monk was a friend rather than an enemy, and that would be a good thing for him and even the entire Qu family behind him.

"No wonder the Xiong family lost so completely!"

Qu Yang thought to himself in his heart, and suddenly the name of a monk suddenly flashed in his mind, isn't he also a member of the Yan family? It seems that after going back today, he will have to knock on the steward of the refining workshop.

Qu Yang's performance made the monks who saw this scene feel inexplicable, what the hell is this Qu Yang doing, could it be that he received Yan Batian's "benefits"?

"Next game, nine against fifteen!"

At the sound of the referee's announcement, two monks jumped into the ring and began their own competition.

In the applause of many monks under the ring, the spirit weapons flew in the ring, the mana was vertical and horizontal, and the sound of "booming" fighting came and went, the two monks came and went, and the end of the fight was thrilling, but it was ten thousand times more exciting than the competition between Yan Batian and Qu Yang.

But Yan Batian and Qu Yang both had a boring feeling of watching. To be able to enter the semi-finals, these two monks are undoubtedly the best among the Qi cultivation stage cultivators, but they are already not monks of the same level as Yan Batian and Qu Yang.

Sitting lazily in his seat in the fourth ring, the corners of Yan Batian's mouth suddenly hooked up a shallow arc again.

"It's really crazy! Yan Yangtian, you are very good, in addition to your personality charm, you also have the demeanor of a desperate Saburo, which is worth focusing on!"

"Qi Leming, Qi Leming, you are too cautious, you are still like this, you are more than calm but not courageous!

"Yan Aomei, this cousin, although she is a little snobbish, her cultivation and fighting talent are still good!"

"Crazy! Absolutely crazy, all fucking crazy, after this battle, see who dares to underestimate our Yan family!"

"This little girl, it's really not possible to speculate with common sense, the body of the ice phoenix plus the blood of Shura, that's not covered. Bingluan Immortal Palace, can you agree to let Xiao Nizi leave after I participate in the Wuheng Cultivation Immortal Realm Genius War, and there is no embarrassment for her, I Yan Batian will accept your affection......"

There was a little dim color in his eyes, and when he "saw" Yan Feiyan, Yan Batian remembered that he was put in a coffin after being "killed" by Xiong Qixuan.

In this life, I'm in love debt again! Yan Batian raised his head and looked in the direction of Tianyuan City, as if he saw the wife Helian Yujiao who cared for her when he was weak in his previous life.

......

After the first day of the semi-finals, the monks who watched the competition in the ring were mostly talking about the first day of the semi-finals in all corners of the city.

In the box of a luxurious restaurant, a black-faced monk with a gloomy face poured a spiritual wine into his mouth.

"Fuck, that little girl with no spiritual roots, how can she be so strong, my invincible spirit weapon soul chasing shuttle, I haven't exerted its strongest attack yet, and I was actually smashed by her punch, it's really fucking hell!"

"You just be content, you! You don't want to think about it, there are no direct admitters in everything, how many are alive under the fist of that little evil star of the Yan family? I really doubt that you are deliberately playing tricks and escaping this catastrophe!"

The speaker was a young monk in a blue shirt in his twenties, with a handsome face and a slender figure.

"This little evil star of the Yan family, who gave her the confidence to dare to kill the monks of the four major families of Qu, Lu, Wu, and Xiong one after another, isn't she afraid of committing public anger?"

The blue-shirted young monk said with an embarrassed smile that the black-faced monk blushed and said with an embarrassed smile. It's a pity that the face is originally black, and I am not afraid of being seen by others.

"Don't talk about that little evil star, it's the other monks of the Yan family who squeezed into the semi-finals, which one is not a ruthless person? In the face of the monks of the four major families, which one of them has left his hand again? Especially the monk who has not announced his withdrawal from the Xiong family, it is even more to death, and it is terrifying to watch!"

A middle-aged monk with a simple sheath sword on his back said with a look of jealousy. That look seemed to have the feeling of being extremely glad that he didn't enter the semi-finals and met a monk of the Yan family.

"I don't know if you have noticed, on the first day of the semi-finals, except for the Yan family's initiative to admit defeat, their family did not lose a single battle, even the delicate Yan Aomei, who had the lowest cultivation, also won seven games, and even the ninth-level monk in the Qi training period was planted in the hands of her, a monk who was only at the sixth level of the Qi training period. When has the Yan family ever been so crazy?"

A white-skinned, handsome monk said with palpitations.

"The most incredible thing is that the little demon named Yan Batian not only threw all his opponents under the ring in the preliminaries, but also in the semifinals. Qu Yang, the only one who has walked through a move in his hands, although he is in the ring under his own 'Wind Resisting Technique', his words are intriguing!"

A red-faced monk who was playing with a green snake in his hand also said.

"Ziguang City is about to change the sky! The Yan family is so crazy, and the four major families have not come forward to teach a lesson, Xiong Liehuang, the patriarch of the Xiong family, who has a deep hatred for the Yan family, was actually slapped to death by the patriarch of the Qu family in the audience seat of the preliminaries, if there is nothing greasy here, no one will believe it! I'm afraid that after this Ziguang City family ranking competition, the surname of one of the four major families will have to be changed! In the future, when you meet the monks of the Yan family, try to keep a low profile and don't make trouble for yourself, have you heard?"

This time it was an old man in a green shirt with messy hair, who seemed to have kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but his eyes flashed with wisdom.

The same scene was being played out all over Purple Light City, and although the content of the conversation was different, all of them revolved around the crazy Yan family monks.