"Looking for the city lord theory?"

He sneered secretly in his heart, Yan Batian had been in the upper position for a long time in his previous life, and he knew that how could an identity like a city lord pay attention to these small things of their family?

Not to mention theorizing with the lord of the city, I'm afraid it's even difficult to see the lord of the castle in person. Even if you can meet the castle lord, do you dare to reason with him?

and Gu Leiming's little ghost theory, in the end, it is better to pretend that nothing happened, and it can also affect the other party's mind. There is a way that big officials are good, but small ghosts are difficult.

Hearing Yan Batian call himself a senior, Li Xuyang knew that he didn't want others to know the relationship between their senior brothers, so he glanced at Gu Leiming, who was arrogant in the ring, and slowly sat back in his seat.

Seeing Li Xuyang sitting still, Gu Leiming couldn't help but be stunned, and the originally prepared rhetoric stopped. But since this budding bird has died down, it has also saved a lot of trouble.

Looking coldly at Yan Batian, who was standing beside the seriously injured Yan Yangtian, Gu Leiming's eyes flashed with a little surprise, this is still a child, just the young patriarch of the Yan family at the seventh level of the Qi cultivation period, standing there steadily, but it gave him a sense of danger.

Thinking of Yan Batian's implicit sarcastic words just now, Gu Leiming couldn't help but blush slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but glow with a little anger when he looked at Yan Batian.

Isn't it a little impatient for a Qi cultivation period monk to dare to sneer at a foundation building period monk?

Gu Leiming, who withdrew his faintly angry gaze, disdained the discussions of those Qi cultivation cultivators under the ring and the rest of the Qi cultivation period cultivators at all. The memories of these monks are time-limited, and perhaps what has just happened, they will remember it clearly.

But as long as the Yan family loses the Yan family medicine garden, it will lead to being suppressed by the Xiong family, leaving Purple Light City, and even being wiped out. Within a year, they would have forgotten the judges' unfair verdicts.

They will only remember that the Xiong family once won a rare victory in the form of a ring match, destroying a Xiuxian family surnamed Yan and once again consolidating their position in Purple Light City.

"Just now everyone enjoyed a wonderful ring match, the next ring match is about to be even more exciting, next there is a challenger, Xiong Xiyue, who is known as the little demon girl of the Xiong family, will go to the ring!"

Obviously, Gu Leiming didn't want to dwell on the last ring match, and immediately started preparing for the next one.

Xiong Xiyue, who is known as the little demon girl of the Xiong family, is also a well-known figure in Purple Light City, and her reputation is even better than that of her brother Xiong Qidi.

"It is said that Xiong Xiyue, the little demon girl of the Xiong family, has an extremely terrifying cultivation talent, and has even been designated as one of the best candidates for the genius battle in Purple Light City. ”

"At a young age, she was already an eighth-layer Qi cultivation stage monk, and I heard that she also had a record of defeating a ninth-level Qi cultivation stage monk with just one blow. ”

"The Yan family is going to lose this time, and the next thing they are going to play next is said to be Yan Feiyan, who has no spiritual roots at all, and is known as a vase. Yan Feiyan wants to win Xiong Xiyue. Isn't that a dream?"

"The Yan family has already lost a game, it seems that there is no chance to turn over, and there is no need to compete in the third game!"

In the midst of many monks' discussions, a young monk in a fiery red robe walked out of the Xiong family's seat, and her appearance immediately attracted the attention of countless eyes.

The young monk looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slender and well-proportioned figure, long black hair in large wavy shapes on the back of her head, her skin was better than snow, and her eyes were like a pool of clear water. When looking forward to it, it has an elegant and elegant temperament.

The complexion is like jade, such as the crescent moon, like flowers and trees piling up snow, tender, flattering in language, delicate and tactful, beautiful and incomprehensible. It was as if all the colors around it had dimmed.

However, the only thing that has a fly in the ointment is that there seems to be a lot of indifference in the posture of the country and the city, which makes people feel unapproachable.

But the so-called jade has flaws, and it is precious. That bit of indifference did not make this young monk, minus many appearance points, her temperament and beauty are all the best choice, even a well-informed ancestor like Yan Batian couldn't help but praise it in his heart.

This young monk is undoubtedly the little demon girl Xiong Xiyue that the monks said, only to see her lotus step lightly, her mysterious posture is like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, slowly stepped into the ring, standing in the middle of the ring.

His eyes shot to the seat of the Yan family without surprise, Xiong Xiyue's contempt, and his demeanor of seeing the Yan family as if it were nothing, anyone could feel it.

All of a sudden, almost all the eyes of the audience were focused on the ring, the name of the little demon girl of the Xiong family was not unresounding in Purple Light City, and many monks knew that this woman's cultivation talent was amazing, and she was even designated by the city lord as one of the candidates for the next Tianyuan Genius Battle.

"Judging from my eyesight, this Xiong Xiyue turned out to be a cultivation at the peak of the ninth layer of the Qi cultivation period, not the eighth layer of the Qi cultivation period that appeared on the surface, presumably there should be something strange on his body to cover up his cultivation. However, with Yan'er's Xiao Nizi's strength, she is not afraid of her, and she is at least seventy percent sure of defeating her!"

Slowly retracting his gaze, Yan Batian said in a low voice. Then he looked at Yan Feiyan beside him with a calm expression, and his eyes revealed a determined color.

Opposite Yan Batian's gaze, a smile flashed in Yan Feiyan's cold autumn eyes, and she didn't have the kind of nervous appearance in her heart when the big war was coming.

"Tian'er, why don't we change people! Let Yan'er fight with Xiong Xiyue, the little demon girl, I always don't feel at ease, I really can't rest assured!"

His brows were tightly locked, Yan Nanyuan had some difficulty breathing, if he lost this battle, then the Yan family really had no hope.

"Dad, don't underestimate Yan'er, fight with the famous little demon girl Xiong Xiyue, in my opinion, Yan'er has at least seventy percent of the winning side, you can always look at it!"

With a sly smile in his eyes, Yan Batian gave Yan Nanyuan a completely reassuring look.

"She's not my match yet!"

The goose egg's face was still indifferent, Yan Feiyan looked at Xiong Xiyue who was also indifferent in the ring with contempt, and said lightly.

"Yan'er must not be underestimated, this Xiong Xiyue has a precedent for defeating a ninth-layer cultivator in the Qi cultivation period, although your strength is not weak, but ......"

Shaking his head, Yan Nanyuan didn't finish his words, but the look on his face revealed his inner thoughts. Obviously, he didn't believe that Yan Feiyan could defeat Xiong Xiyue at all. It is not easy to save her life under this little demon girl of the Xiong family.