Chapter 13 Second Kill

In the morning, when it was dawn, Yan Song got up early, put on the white blouse that Yan Jia made for him, cleaned it, and was ready to go. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan Feng and his daughter waiting outside the bamboo house. His heart was warm and he was in a good mood and hurried forward to say hello.

When Yan Feng saw Yan Song in his outfit, he looked up and down and admired him. Yan Jia, who was beside him, also said "Ah", but soon forced her to calm down and smiled, "These days, you have been practicing hard. My father and I can't disturb you. I will send you this morning. There is some food here. You can eat on the road."

He took four lotus leaf bags with a smile, and it was still hot. Yan Song was immediately grateful: "Big uncle, Sister Jia, you are worried!"

Farewell to his uncle and daughter, Yan Song ate two lotus leaf bags, and then trotted all the way. He was full of mystery, as light as a running horse. An hour later, he came to the door of Yanfu in Yenan City.

At this time, the two slaves in front of Yan's house were yawning while talking about last night's gambling. Suddenly, they saw a teenager in white with a jade tree coming. Due to their professional consciousness, the two nodded and bowed to greet them, but when they saw clearly that the person was Yan Song, they were stunned: "Huh? This is not that waste... Why now..."

Yan Matsumoto wanted to go in directly, but he was stopped by the two people who reacted. One of them pinched his waist and said disdainfully, "Yo, look at your dress, young master, you are going to participate in the family martial arts meeting. Show your identity card first, otherwise, you can't enter!"

The members who participated in the family martial arts don't need identity cards. The two were obviously looking for trouble. Yan Song didn't want to cause trouble. He sighed softly, didn't say anything, and went in by himself.

"Eh? You are deaf!" Another doorman grabbed Yan Song's clothes and said impatiently, "I asked you to show your ID card. Do you hear me?" Looking at your bear face, you really think you are a genius!"

Yan Song narrowed his eyes and his expression was difficult. He said in his heart that this was a fucking bitch. If he didn't beat him, he would be sorry for his good mood in the morning! The palms poked out like lightning, grabbed them at once, and then swang them to the stone lion in front of the door.

With two muffled bangs, the two suddenly fell black and cried bitterly. But immediately, their expressions suddenly stiffened, but they were not only tremble, but both knelt down and begged for mercy, but found that Yan Song had already dressed in wind and walked into Yan's house.

In the martial arts arena in the center of Yanfu, Yan Yi, the eldest of the Yan family, and several elders sat in the north in turn. The other three sides are surrounded by 100 young people from the Yan family who are about to be able to do martial arts. The martial arts meeting has not officially started yet. At this time, there are people around the martial arts arena and there is a lot of excitement.

Although Yan Yi's face is expressionless, it can be seen from his eight-character beard that keeps rising when drinking water. How excited he is today: "This year's family will do martial arts. I am very optimistic about Yan Li and Yan Yan Yan Yan. Yan and Yan Kai are also good. Elders, what do you think?"

The people mentioned in Yan Yi's mouth are all six-fold, and his son Yan Ke is seven-fold, obviously throwing bricks to attract jade. Children all know what he means, not to mention that he is asking about a group of immortals. Suddenly, several elders brazenly tout Yan Ke.

Only the elder of Chuan Gong has a hard temper and can't stand their faces. He hummed disdainfully: "The mysterious woman who saved the waste six months ago, what if he is Xuanxiu?" Only half of the words have been said, but the meaning has been clearly expressed.

Yan Yi trembled all over and felt scared when he remembered that he almost died in the hands of a woman in white six months ago. Seeing that the elder Chuangong mentioned this matter in public, he stared at the other party with an angry face, coughed twice, and motioned him not to talk nonsense.

The elder in charge of the operation holds finance and has relatively much power. Just now, he was extremely unhappy to see that Yan Yi made bricks his granddaughter Yan Yan and others to attract Yan Ke's jade. Since the elder Chuangong made a statement, he was even more ambiguous. He not only did not show mercy, but also deliberately raised his voice and said in front of Yan Yi, "In recent years, the Yan family has been weak in Yenan City, and the business is not very good. I really hope that Yan Song can worship the master and improve the strength of the family."

When several other elders heard the words, they were stunned and then looked at each other in consterance. Although they did not express their position, they did not refute them. They all looked tacitly.

Among the descendants of the Yan family on the side of the martial arts arena, Yan Li looked around from time to time, as if he was looking for someone. Finally, he was disappointing and said to Yan Ke beside him, "That boy didn't dare to come. I almost ruined him last time!"

Last time in Love Valley, Yan Ke was slapped by Yan Song and others but did not dare to fight back. He was extremely resentful. At the same time, for the sake of face, he did not allow the parties to mention this matter again. Now seeing that Yan Li didn't open the pot, he suddenly became angry and turned his face to look at Yan Li. Although his expression was calm, his eyes showed fierceness, full of murderous momentum.

Yan Li suddenly realized and stopped making a sound. Yan Yan beside her swept her eyes calmly from the two people, slipped through the corners of her mouth with a touch of sarcasm, and then looked around as if nothing had happened, as if she were searching for something.

On the sun, Yan Yi looked at the incense next to him, glanced at the descendants of the Yan family around the martial arts arena, breathed gently, then stood up to signal everyone to be quiet, and waved his hand to a middle-aged man next to him, "It's almost time. Start calling records, and then randomly select opponents."

The middle-aged man, dressed in short martial arts, was the arbiter of this family martial arts meeting. After receiving an order from the patriarch, he nodded slightly, walked to the center of the martial arts arena, sat on the chair, looked at the list on the table, and wrote, "Attention, everyone, now start the roll call record, Yan Ren!"

"To!" Someone shouted among the descendants of the Yan family outside the field.

The middle-aged man immediately wrote his name on a note and continued, "Yan Zhi!"

"To!"

"Yan Peng!"

"Yan Peng is sick and asked for leave."

A burst of laughter and sarcasm under the stage.

......

"Yan Jia!"

Huh? Arrive!" The girl was dressed in pink and looked like peach blossoms. She looked back outside the martial arts arena: after all, she still had expanded her confidence and lacked confidence. Now boys are like this...

The middle-aged man recorded while naming names. Before long, the names of 100 descendants of the Yan family were written on small notes. He looked at the last name on the list, looked at the descendants of the Yan family around him, and shouted, "Yan Song!"

When he read the name, he had folded the list and was ready to put it away, and more than a hundred people around the martial arts arena also remembered what happened half a year ago at the moment they heard the name and began to talk about it for a while.

"Didn't he say he would come back to get his things back? Why didn't he dare to come?"

"I also believe a waste, two, you?"

"I heard that he seems to have recovered and is working as a hunter outside the city!"

Yan Yi tasted tea and calmly listened to the comments of his descendants, and then waved his hand to signal the middle-aged man to continue the next comparison. The middle-aged man nodded and shouted, "Yan Song hasn't arrived, right? Then continue--"

"To!"

The calm and loud voice, like a sudden thunderstorm, covered the sound of wind and grass just now and echoed in the crowd for a long time. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. For a while, everyone reacted and looked for the sound. They saw Yan Song wearing a white gown and walking towards this side.

The thick long hair and handsome appearance make the Yan girl, including Yan, can't help straightening her eyes: Is this really that rotten clothes and shoes, unkempt waste? How can it make people's hearts beat at a glance? It's a pity that Jinyu is out there.

The deep eyes and the unfamiliated momentum made the parents of Yan, including Yan Yi, tremble. The self-confidence and aura made them doubt whether the mysterious woman in white really had to take him as an apprentice.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time before he wrote Yan Song's name on a note, and then put all the notes into a wooden box. While speaking, he couldn't help but look at Yan Song on the edge of the crowd: "Now, I began to shake the number and then select two people. The two fought, and the winner advanced, and then the second and third rounds were compared. Of course, random selection may lead to a great disparity in strength. The strong may be defeated by the stronger and will not be able to advance. Therefore, after the fourth round of comparison, 15 people will win and increase the challenge. Those who do not advance will choose the promotion challenge at will.

The middle-aged man talked about some comparison rules, and finally announced this award. From the 15th to the first place, the reward is absolutely different, including Xuanbing, elixir, silver coins, magic skills, etc. Every time a middle-aged man talks about a reward, the descendants outside the court will look at each other. When he said that there was a ring in the first prize, the descendants of the Yan family were so shocked that their chin almost fell to the ground: "Uh... take the ring! Can the whole Ye Nancheng pick out five?

Some of the teenagers whispered meaningfully, "I can't see that Brother Ke is sure to take the first place this time. This is what the patriarch intended for his son!"

The middle-aged man motioned everyone to be quiet and finally said, "In addition, as long as you enter the top 50, you are qualified to enter the family's Xuanwu Pavilion to choose mysterious skills and skills. Everyone must work hard. All right, I'm starting to shake the number!"

Hearing this, all the descendants calmed down.

Looking at Yan Song standing on the edge of the crowd without hurry, as if there was no one around, several elders glanced at him and shook their heads. At their age, it is impossible to be full of determination, not to mention a teenager, Yan Song's performance is obviously too pompous. The elder of Chuangong couldn't see the reason. There was a burst of excitement and loss on his face, and he just couldn't wait to watch the next comparison.

Yan Yi tasted tea by himself, just like a person who is thorough in the overall situation. For the strength of the descendants of the Yan family, he is confident, everything is under control, and naturally calm and detached.

"The first scene: Yan Lin vs. Yan Dong!"

When the middle-aged man finished talking, the two teenagers walked to the field and began to compare. The family's martial arts meeting also officially kicked off. Out of the principle of formality, fairness and justice, more than 100 people are one-on-one, and victory or defeat is obvious to all.

Some people have equal strength and can fight more than a dozen rounds or even dozens of rounds. Some people have too much difference in strength, and they will win or lose with one move. This round of comparison is like an audition. The time is a little longer, so Yan Song has to lean on the wall on the edge of the crowd and squint his eyes to make up for his sleep.

As time passed, the sun rose higher and higher, and dozens of games passed by. At this time, the middle-aged man walked in again, then shook out two notes, and then shouted, "In the thirty-seventh game, Yan Song and Yan Gang."

Yan Song opened his eyes from the fake room. The strange name did not attract Yan Song's attention, but when he came on the stage and saw his opponent, he only hit the number. This guy slapped him twice in the council hall six months ago! It turns out that his name is Yan Gang.

Yan Gang had a ptingy face and stood together with Yan Song. Her image was very different. Outside the field, there was a girl whispering about their appearance. She was surprised that they were also the Yan family. How could the gap be so big? At the same time, he is still whispering that if he chooses one of the two, whether he chooses an ugly monster with strength or a white face that can't be cultivated. For a while, the discussion is extremely fierce.

Listening to the dreamlike fantasy of several nymphomaniac girls, Yan Yanxiu spit out a sentence of "brain-damaged" and looked at the field by herself.

Seeing Yan Song's dress today, Yan Gang's eyes are very jealous: "If you dare to come, I can make you a little white face six months ago, and today I can still make you back!" Humph... Four-fold quench, please give me some advice!"

Yan Song narrowed his eyes and pressed the seal hall with his hand. This action was very familiar to Yan Gang, and he couldn't help but be stunned. The next moment, Yan Song kicked the ground with his left foot and shot an arrow forward. Before Yan Gang could react, he slapped him twice and slapped him.

The outside the field shouted collectively, forgot to be surprised, and stared at everything in the field.

In a blink of an eye, his face was swollen and purple, and his whole body was stunned, but immediately, he turned from anger and made a posture hatefully, spat in his mouth, scolded his mother twice, and suddenly attacked: "Zhenwu Orange-level mysterious skill: Iron Wind Palm!"

The other party attacked with one palm, and the wind was strong. Yan Song jumped up, pointed out his little finger in the air and hit the other party's palm: "Break the mysterious finger!"

Shocked outside the field, attacking other people's iron palms with your little thumb? Are you kidding? Yan's parents were also stunned and couldn't help but stop, and Yan Yi stopped taking half a mouthful of tea.

Just as people around were surprised, Yan Song's little finger flashed slightly and sneered, like a steel diamond, and suddenly pierced Yan Gang's palm. When he pulled back his little finger, the other party's palm suddenly overflowed with blood, and his face turned pale with pain, and he fell to the ground and rolled.

At the same time, there was a crisp sound in the north of the martial arts arena, and the teacup in Yan Yi's hand fell to the ground. He suddenly stood up and rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. Several other elders also bowed forward one after another. The old man's face had already lost his calmness and was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Many descendants of the Yan family, with round eyes, inhaling cold air while swallowing saliva, have already said incoherently: "It's not a dream, is this...how is this possible?"

Yan Yan was speechless and looked at the retired teenager in white.

"He seems to have improved a lot compared with a month ago. Damn it!" Yan Li wanted to say something else. He suddenly realized that he had mentioned what happened a month ago. He immediately stopped and looked at Yan Ke carefully.

Yan Ke had no time to take care of Yan Li's words at this moment. He looked at the field coldly, with a sharp scratch on the corners of his mouth, and his two fists clenched, and there was even murderous intent in his eyes.