One person is as deep as a scorching plum branch.

A person is like an indifferent sunset.

Ren Yan's face was cold, and before the competition, Jiang Yu also sent someone to complain to her, hoping that she could step on the other party's face at the conference and help him get angry.

Although she replied to him not to worry too much and to recuperate. But when Jiang Yu came to ask her if she had told her master about it, Ren Yan was silent.

Jiang Yu didn't dare to tell the master because he had a ghost in his heart, because as long as the master came, he would know what he must have done by taking a look at his injuries. So I can only hope for Ren Yan, the master trusts her very much, and she will not doubt it.

As for why Ren Yan didn't choose to report, in addition to the reason why he wanted to expose it in person before. In fact, she still has faint suspicions, of course she knows the character of her own junior and disciple, but she doesn't dare to think deeply.

In short, she is going to win this competition first.

Settle down, and let the smoke be the same as usual: "Changsong Ancient Mountain is no different from the smoke." ”

"Yingfang Canglang Yin Lianruo. ”

After that, Ren Yan took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of impromptu battle intent. The strings come out from behind, and the spiritual power is long, and it will be born like the sun.

Yin Jiu pulled out the remnant song here, the light was faint, and the ends of his hair were fluttering in the wind, but he also revealed a strength that could not be underestimated.

She slowly recalled that when she was in the auction house before, Jiang Yu proudly described his senior sister Ren Yan: the yellow sand is not hidden, and the white water is not flooded. Thinking like this, Ren Yan should be the root of the earth spirit.

Two brief chord movements.

In a trance, this world seems to have changed scenery.

Just now, it was still a freeze frame, but suddenly the wind and clouds suddenly changed, flying sand and rocks, and everything around began to become blurry and dusty.

The rough stones scraped on Yin Jiu's body, and even more fine grains of sand came to his face, and his vision was empty.

The right hand turned, the remnant song swirled in his hand, and the white flame swept the condensed sword qi over!

Although the two of them were not in sight under the yellow sand, Ren Yan only needed to listen quietly, and the next moment he raised his fingertips, a tall sand wall had been built in front of him, colliding with the coming power-

The wall collapsed with a bang.

She plucked the strings two or three times without hurry, and the sand and stones scattered around her began to coalesce rapidly.

For Yin Jiu, it seems that he has indeed not fought against someone similar to Ren Yan. But this did not prevent her from finding out Ren Yan's weaknesses.

The battlefield that Ren Yan relies on is quite similar to her current wind gust. It's all about building your own territory, and then hanging your enemies in it.

The creator of this is God, defending or attacking at will.

After a moment's pause, a giant made of sand appeared in front of Yin Jiu and smashed his fist at her.

Dodging sideways, splashing sand and dust all over the ground.

The sharp blade slashed a long cold light at the giant as Yin Jiu took off, and the giant whose upper body was cut off was planted in the scattered sand.

But at that moment, Yin Jiu didn't even withdraw his sword, and the fallen piece quickly solidified again, shaking his dust head and letting out a muffled roar.

Ren Yan still sat there steadily, his slender white fingers plucking and making a chirping music.

Watching the wind and sand whirl, as Ren Yan's movements became faster and faster, the surrounding environment seemed to be approaching Yin Jiu step by step.

This giant cannot be killed unless the wind and sand stop.

Yin Jiu dodged a few giant attacks that seemed slow to her, and slowly had an idea in her heart.

The wind blew her hair messy, and her cheeks were covered with dust, but only one pair of eyes remained still. Yin Jiu stretched out his hand to mobilize his body's wind spirit, and his body was covered with clear shadows.

The remnant song gradually floated in the air, and the sharp point was facing the sky.

She crossed her fingers in front of her, and thin streaks of wind rushed upward, forming a whirlpool of storms.

This is the preparation to seize control.

Ren Yan's fingers connected faster, and the sound began to fluctuate suddenly.

Yin Jiu, who was in the circle, was not attacked by the wind and sand at all, straight as a pine and cypress in the forest, firmly fixed on the ground.

The spiritual power is constantly being drawn, gathering upwards like crazy.

Ren Yan mobilized the giant as if he was about to put a heavy pressure on the opponent, so the storm was fierce, and Yin Jiu was completely enveloped by the huge figure of the giant.

Her eyebrows were faint, as if she didn't see the dust that was about to fall on her, and continued to stay still.

Suddenly, Yin Jiu drew his sword and slammed it into the air, his face was solemn, and the remnant song was loud, and he slashed straight at the giant in the direction of Ren Yan.

White flames flowed in, and the entire battlefield instantly turned into a gust of wind!

Yin Jiu's thin lips lifted slightly: "Broken." ”

The whole realm was shattered, and the sand was scattered one after another. Those disciples who were closer to the stage were drenched in sand.

Ren Yan's face was a little more shocked, and he didn't forget to immediately erect the spirit cover, because the residual sword qi rushed towards her.

Clang!

She resisted with the guqin, and her subordinates wanted to gather sand, but they couldn't do it anyway.

How is it possible! If it is not a Xiangkling root, where will it be suppressed to such an extent?

She exerted her strength desperately, but even if she really condensed the yellow sand, it was just a heavy pile, quietly there, without wind, and she couldn't roll it.

No matter how much Ren Yan thinks about it, he will not understand that there will be so much difference between himself and Yin Jiu, obviously the same Yuan Infant Early Stage, but the difference in strength is so great.

But it's not over yet, Ren Yan's eyes are cold.

......

"This doesn't look like an ordinary powerhouse......" Fang Shan's head stared with interest.

"Looks like I'm on the right track. ”

On the high stand, except for Ling Lun, the head of the house also responded to her words and asked her to watch the game well, and the other two heads of the eyes were still focused on the field.

Su Su was a little far away, and when he wanted to get closer, he saw Yan Haozun sitting in the front position, quietly watching the changes in the wind and clouds on the stage, and his body shape never moved.

This made Su Su suddenly think that her master was also watching from above, and she couldn't help but get nervous about the next game, and she wasn't sure if she could enter the top ten.

If only I could be like my sister.

And Yin Jiu on the stage had a transparent sword shadow floating around her body, and she only used five points of the three thousand wind shadows, but the power of the convergence was also faintly terrifying.

Ren Yan had just been scratched by the sword qi, and he got up with difficulty, gritted his teeth and stroked his hand on the surface of the piano again.

Hmmm-

The sound waves that were invisibly mixed with spiritual power cut towards Yin Jiu.

Even if it had no substance, it was easy to show it in Yin Jiu's eyes, and without needing to be in person, the sword weapon had already quickly blocked several sound waves.

The hidden fluttering wind blade took advantage of the opportunity to sweep away.

One after another, the spirit shield was shattered.

Ren Yan was forced to approach the red line, and the wind shadow swirled in her throat, like a sharp blade.

forcibly made her step out of the red line.

It looks like there are still two rounds, but there is no need for them at all.

"I'll give you something. ”

Ren Yan seemed to be about to say something, but he was attracted by something that Yin Jiu threw casually.

This is a very familiar secret weapon, which is used by Shiyun Lingzun as a self-defense tool for his disciples.

She pinched the thin, blue-glowing blade, and finally had to think deeply, and her face lost its original color.