Chapter 14 Advance to the top four

"Yan...Yan Songsheng!" The reaction middle-aged man wanted to raise the winner's hand, but found that the young man in white had quietly walked to the edge of the crowd, lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, waiting for the next comparison.

In the first round, more than 60 people were promoted, which was unexpected by everyone. In this round, no one paid attention to the brilliance of Yan Keyan and others. Instead, it was a sudden outbreak of Yan Song, which shocked the whole Yan family. In the next two rounds of comparison, Yan Song did not meet the person who insulted him in the past. In every competition, he played a little "hard" and finally seized the opportunity to "bly win" his opponent.

Some of the descendants of the Yan family outside the field began to talk about: "Recovery is restored, but his strength can only deal with Yan Gang. Compared with Yan Liyan Yan, the gap is too big, let alone Brother Ke."

The crowd held this view, because Yan Song's last two rounds were indeed very "tricky", and many people echoed: "It makes sense that he was lucky enough to reach the top 15 in the last two rounds. I think if someone comes to challenge for a while, he may not be able to keep his seat."

These people were discussing, and their voices suddenly stopped abruptly, because they saw that the girl Yan Yan, dressed in pink, had already played. Yan Yan's posture on the field is graceful, attracting the attention of the vast majority of teenagers and cheering for her, which has been one after another. After several rounds of fighting, she looked at the right time, used her mysterious skills, knocked her opponent to the ground with one punch, and then politely walked forward to help her up.

"Yanmei is about to break through the six-fold at a young age. What a talented girl!" The failed teenager did not know the pain, but he didn't know what to do.

The applause outside the venue was warm and the praise was continuous, which only made other family girls jealous.

Out of the field, she listened to the familiar voice of envy and admiration. The girl was used to it but not greasy. She was dressed in pink and looked like peach blossoms. She looked at the admiring eyes around her and unconsciously glanced at the edge of the crowd, but found that the young man in white reced against the wall and fell asleep. With her handsome face and thick long hair, although there was a trace of coolness in the girl's heart, she couldn't help looking at it more.

After several rounds of comparison, the top 15 have been selected. At this time, the middle-aged man came on the stage and said to everyone, "Quiet! The following is the fourth round of comparison, and the eliminated can choose one of the 15 promotions to challenge!"

All of the 15 promoted people have won three games in a row, which also reflects their strength in a certain sense. Not everyone dares to challenge. However, in the previous competition, there were always a few unlucky strong men who unfortunately met stronger people and were eliminated. This round of comparison can be said to take its essence and remove its dross, which is the screening of the real strong.

The crowd changed from quiet to noisy. Before long, a strong teenager with a tiger's back and bear waist went to the center of the martial arts arena and named his last name: "I want to challenge Yan Zhun."

There was an uproar outside the market, and someone mocked: "Although Brother Yan Jun is small, his strength is very strong. This two guys want to die! I think he should choose Yan Song!"

Other people also nodded and said that they were disappointed that he did not choose Yan Song, and on the other, they wanted to see how he was knocked down by Yan Zhun. Sure enough, with the middle-aged man announcing the start of the game, the two only three or five rounds, and Yan Qiang was kicked out of the court by Yan Zhun.

The middle-aged man looked calm and seemed to have expected it, and announced, "The challenge failed. Next!"

A handsome teenager walked to the center of the field, pointed to the back of the crowd and said arrogantly, "I want to challenge Yan Song!"

When the descendants of the Yan family heard the words, they collectively turned around and looked at Yan Song, who was sleeping against the wall. The teenager who just mocked Yan Zhun and praised Yan Bo's good eyes: "Yan Bo is still smart. His five-fold quenching body just met Brother Yan Li for no reason before he was defeated. To deal with Yan Song, hum, this time he will definitely be promoted." His judgment just now was very accurate. This time, many people regarded him as an authority and waited to see Yan Song's jokes.

When Yan Song heard the sound, he opened his eyes lazily, and then ignored all kinds of eyes of the people around him. He walked to the scene. When he looked at the other party, his eyes flashed and recognized that Yan Bo, the guy on Yan Yan's shoulder that day, seemed to be fiercely because of a momentary jealousy. Mouth.

"Next, Yan Bo challenges Yan Song."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, someone in the crowd said, "These two seem to be rivals. Did you forget that half a year ago, Yan Bo was jealous of Yan Song and made Yan Song's mouth swollen?"

For a while, the descendants of the Yan family exploded, and suddenly someone rushed to speak: "I remember, for our sister Yan..."

Yan Bo listened to the voice outside the venue and remembered the past six months ago. He couldn't help but feel sad again. He couldn't help looking at Yan Yan Yan in the crowd, but he found that Yan Yan was looking at Yan Song's direction at this time!

Suddenly, the slight sourness provoked by the memory became jealous again. His anger rose from his heart, and his eyes were full of jealousy. Yan Bo didn't even bother to say anything. He turned directly out of his palm. Since his palms turned into fists, tigers were full of wind, and he went straight to his face.

is a real martial orange-level mysterious skill: back fist.

Yan Song rubbed the printing hall, narrowed his eyes, watched the other party attack come forward, and suddenly took action in peace: "Heavenly Swordsman - Sword-inting Style!"

At the end of the words, two fingers in his right hand came out, leaned out like lightning, and clamped Yan Bo's right wrist with an open sound. Yan Bo was about to take it back, but he found that his arm seemed to be completely fixed. Not to mention taking it back, he couldn't move.

"broken!"

With a big moan, Yan Song first turned his body, and then his fingers suddenly swirled like pliers. Suddenly, there was a cracking sound of bone breaking in the air, followed by Yan Bo's heart-breaking whine. Outside the field, he took a cold breath and saw Yan Bo kneeling down and looking up at the sky. His face was almost twisted and deformed. His broken palm was still sandwiched between Yan Song's fingers and did not dare to move.

Yan Song grabbed Yan Bo's wrist and pulled several times on his face with his broken hand. Yan Bo's palm was broken, which directly made him faint on the spot. Turning around and standing up and looking at the dilated pupils of the descendants of the Yan family, Yan Song said calmly, "Who is still not convinced? Just come up, especially the brothers and sisters who insulted me half a year ago."

Yan Yan's heart fluttered, showing that she couldn't stand on her feet. She had been staring at the bright eyes of the young man in white, subconsciously dodging the other party's eyes and bowed her head without saying anything.

Yan Song's voice seemed to be extremely loud, stagnant in the air. One by one, they were careful to breathe and dared not make a sound again. Several elders originally wanted to scold Yan Song angrily, but Yan Song's words were reasonable, coupled with his sudden explosive ability, they could not be the same. They looked at me and I looked at you, and they all looked at Yan Yi.

calmly squeezed the water cup. Yan Yi's heart was surging, and the shocking scene just now was constantly reflected in his mind. At this moment, he didn't even know that he had sucked the root of the tea in the cup into his mouth and was unconsciously chewing and swallowing it.

For a long time, the middle-aged man in charge of comparison recovered, ordered Yan Bo to come down, and then announced: "The challenge failed! Next!" But no one dares to challenge it again. The middle-aged man asked again, but saw that there was still no answer, so he had to wave his hand, "Well, it's getting late. Let's go to lunch. After an hour, gather here and continue the comparison!"

As Yan Yi and Yan's parents left first, the descendants of the Yan family outside the martial arts arena were relieved and dispersed.

Yan Yan walked far away. When she turned around, she saw Yan Song leaning alone under the wall next to the martial arts arena, took out two lotus leaf bags and ate them by herself. Seeing this scene, her heart trembled, and at the same time, her nose suddenly became sour, and her bright eyes were faintly wet: "Have he been so lonely these years..."

At this time, several compassionate girls came to Yan Song and chirically invited Yan Song to go home for dinner. The one said that it was too hot outside and invited Yan Song to go home to rest. For a moment, she asked for warmth and was attentive.

With his head resting on his hands, Yan Song lay on the ground, refused, and then closed his eyes to rest. Several girls did not give up and whispered a few words softly. Seeing that Yan Song stopped talking, they walked away reluctantly. Yan Yan saw it in her eyes, and she couldn't say whether she was laughing or annoy, and then turned around and left.

......

In the afternoon, the Yan family gathered at the martial arts arena on time to continue the next comparison. According to the regulations, it is still a random opponent, and a single person will be promoted directly as a lucky person.

In this scene, Yan Li, Yan Yan and Yan Ke passed easily. Yan Song waited for a long time until seven of the last 14 people were selected. The middle-aged person in charge of the comparison took out the last note from the carton and said with a complicated expression, "Yan Song, directly advance."

All the seats were ashamed, and they all sighed that Yan Song had a good fate and was so lucky to advance. You know, at this level, in the previous ranking, a lot of prizes will be made. Good mysterious skills and good elixir skills, who doesn't want it, even Yan Song himself is ashamed...

At this time, a tall teenager who was escaped from the Seventh Jin Dynasty rushed to the scene with an arrogant expression and pointed to Yan Song. She was very unconvinced and said, "Yan Yan's sister is about to break through the six-fold hardened body. Naturally, she can't beat her with my six-fold primary ability, but this guy is promoted like this. It seems too cheap for him!"

The middle-aged man in charge of arbitration hesitated for a while. According to the regulations, there is no challenge in this round. If you really want to challenge, you have to follow the "extra" rules of the challenged. Unable to make up his mind, he looked back at the elders. After understanding, he was about to deny the challenge, but he heard Yan Yi deliberately cough twice.

The middle-aged man was stunned, looked at Yan Yi, meditated for a long time, and then turned his head and looked at Yan Song.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Yan Song recognized that the person who challenged him was Yan Mang. He was the one who hurt him the heaviest in addition to Yan Ke at the beginning of that day. He was almost beaten all over by Yan Mang! Moreover, he is the only one who spit on his face. Feeling that the middle-aged man wanted to make his own decision, he calmly said to Yan Mang, "You have thought that you have to pay for challenging others in violation of regulations. Anyway, I don't care."

Yan Mang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and his expression was even more arrogant, as if he would win the challenge. He pointed to Yan Song and said, "I don't believe that you can practice six times in just half a year! Come on, the Yan family is not a waste!"

Outside the court, Yan Ke and Yan Li looked at each other and looked at the court fiercely. Although Yan Mang could not beat them, he was fully capable of entering the top five with his strength. This time, there was a good show.

Yan Yan looked straight at Yan Song, covered her mouth with her little hand, and a complex expression flashed in her eyes.

At this time, the elder of Chuangong suddenly felt inappropriate and got up and said, "Yan Song has finally recovered. If there is any accident in this comparison, it will be the loss of our family!"

When several other elders heard the words, they also nodded and said yes. However, most of the descendants of the Yan family outside the venue wanted to see the fun, and no one cared about the family interests.

Yan Yi had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions. He held a teacup and took a sip. He did not look at Yan Song on the field and said calmly, "The Yan family wants a real strong man, not a lucky man. Besides, he also agreed, didn't he?"

Yan Song's face is expressionless, saying that the family really wants a strong man, not a lucky person like you who steals the patriarch's treasure! Then he said coldly to Yan Mang, "What you did six months ago determined that you should spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair."

Yan Mang smiled instead of anger. In his opinion, his strength was already here. If he talked too much, he could only laugh generously and have the most right to speak. So he smiled at Yan Song sarcastically, followed by a flying leg.

He uses the Zhenwu Huangjie mysterious skill: the windy leg.

"Heaven Swordsman, lead the sword!" Looking calmly, Yan Song's two fingers came out of his right hand and suddenly met the other party's whip's flying legs. In everyone's surprised eyes, he clamped his ankles.

Yan Mang was shocked and wanted to pull his leg back, but he couldn't do anything. At this time, he suddenly remembered the previous scene. At present, he did not point to make another move, but struggled desperately to get rid of the other party's restraint.

"broken!"

It was another tragic move just now. Yan Song twisted his fingers and suddenly sounded like firewood. Yan Mang shouted out, and his voice was hoarse. His whole ankle was broken, like killing pigs, which was fing people's hearts. Throwing the other party on the ground, Yan Song walked forward step by step: "You are six-fold, and I am also six-fold, but your skills are compared with mine..."

Seeing that Yan Song did not seem to have the intention to stop, the face of Mang who fell to the ground was pale and sweating coldly. The previous arrogant expression had already disappeared: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

With a sneer, Yan Song continued to approach Yan Mang: "According to the regulations, I can decide your life and death now, right?"

The indifferent words shocked the descendants of the Yan family around them. Even Yan Yi and several elders were shocked. Suddenly, there was silence outside the court, but immediately, the minister in charge of the funeral reacted and stood up and said urgently, "Yan Song, human life is at risk. Don't come here until the end?"

Yan Song suddenly turned around and stood up, facing north, and his right hand suddenly cut down. In the void, he actually made a thunderous momentum: "Hu Lai? Who can bear the price of violating ethnic rules and stand up and say it again?!"

The sound was like thunder and lightning, hitting the weakest part of everyone's heart. No one dared to stand up, and no one dared to speak. Yan Yi was deterred. Minister Li stood up like an electric shock and finally sat back slowly.

Yan Mang realized his impulsive consequences in an instant. At this time, things were settled. If he didn't beg for mercy, there was only one way to die! So he held his broken foot and moaned and begged for mercy. His face twisted with pain: "I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong, Yan Song, oh no, Brother Yan Song, please forgive me, I don't dare anymore!"

"You are right to challenge me. The fault is that you insulted me again and again half a year ago! As I said, don't be too much, or you will be punished! Broken finger!" Yan Song shouted loudly, and his broken finger went straight through the Dantian under Yan Mang's navel. Poor Yan Mang's cultivation was all abolished.

There was not even the sound of inhaling cold air. Time seemed to stop. For a long time, the middle-aged man reacted and ordered people to lift down his face and stammered, "Fight, challenge failure!" Continue to the next round!"

The next comparison is to select four pairs and two duels between the seven promoted people and Yan Song. The middle-aged man shook out the first pair of names, looked at Yan Song, and said, "In the first group, Yan You fought against Yan Song."

Yan Song, who had just left the scene, turned around and walked calmly, but there was no other person on the stage. For a long time, there was a voice from the crowd. Although it pretended to be calm, it could hear the trembling and fear of the speaker: "I am the same as Yan Mang, and I am also in the early stage of the six-fold quenching. I am not an opponent. I... I admit defeat."

The middle-aged man was stunned again: "Yan and Yan Songsheng advanced to the top four!"