Chapter 103 So-called Sarcasm

(Yesterday, I was slightly drunk and energetic~ The first update is sent!)

The long bell fell, and the empty man stood up on the high platform, swept around, waved his hand, "Let's start." The few words were like dragons and tigers roaring, stirring over the whole venue. Everyone looked awe-in, and then they were happy. Huankong's head was really straightforward and knew that I was eager to wait...

There are eight tables in the inner gate competition, but there are nearly 150 disciples participating in the competition. And the game must end today and choose different rankings. Therefore, as soon as Huan Kong said that he sat down, eight silver-clad golden monks flew to the side of the eight ringes in the field.

Zhang Yan and other 50 external disciples and more than 100 internal disciples drew the match list of the competition under the high platform.

In the first round of the competition, there were no Zhang Yan and Shi Luocheng, but they were not happy and even looked a little solemn. Unfortunately, they drew lots to be inner disciples as opponents.

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly, but they were not afraid, especially in Shiluo City. Zhang Yangang gave him a medium-grade spiritual weapon Geng Jinfei Sword. He had never used it. At this time, he couldn't even wait to try his inner disciples.

The bells rang in unison, and the white light of the eight rings flashed. With a call, 16 monks jumped on the ring to start the competition. Soon, the eight rings were full of people, and some Jindan monks and patriarchs on the high platform also walked off the high platform to watch the battle. The sword spirit on the stage was horizontal, and the spiritual light splashed. From time to time, there was a sound of applause and exclamation under the stage, and the atmosphere became noisy in an instant.

Zhang Yan and Shi Luocheng came to watch the battle in front of a ring. This was a competition between two inner disciples. They came here to peep at the real level of the inner disciples.

Both of them are young people in the ring, but their cultivation has a foundation in the later stage. A pale complexion and three strands of long hair hanging down on his forehead. His name is Dong Fan, holding a fire attribute high-grade magic weapon flying sword in his hand. His figure is like a wandering snake. The firelight splashes like a meteor on the flying sword, and his moves are like spring silkworm spitting silk, thin and strict. Please be abnormal.

Dong Fan's opponent is called Cheng Hai, with a yellow face, and the cyan feather fan in his hand is a top-quality magic weapon of wood attributes. His body is slow and his action is extremely slow. Only when Dong Fan's flying sword shot out the fire snake, he waved a feather fan, and a green light spewed out and scattered the firelight.

The two moved and quietly. Dong Fan's body jumped like a light swallow, and with a fiery flying sword, the offensive was very urgent. Chenghai almost stood still. When he saw the move, his movements were stagnant and strong, and the defense was particularly tight. However, because the five elements are compatible with each other, Huo Kemu is an eternal common sense. In addition, the two have equal cultivation. At this time, Dong Fan has a great advantage. But Chenghai didn't look discouraged and tried his best to show that he could not see any failure for a moment.

"Do you think which of them will lose and who will win?" Zhang Yan still stared at the ring, but this was said to Shi Luocheng next to him.

When Shi Luocheng heard the words, he pondered for a moment and replied, "At present, Dong Fan has a great advantage, and he must be the final winner."

Zhang Yan smiled at the corners of his mouth and said leisurely, "I thought so just now, but now it has changed."

Shiluo City's eyes flashed. Without waiting for Zhang Yan to explain, he looked at Chenghai carefully and suddenly said, "Yes, I can also see that Chenghai's face is anxious, but his pace is getting more and more stable. This is confusing the enemy."

Zhang Yan shook his head, "No, can you see that Dong Fan hasn't seen it? The reason why I am optimistic about Chenghai is..."

"For what?" A voice suddenly sounded behind the two. This sound is very familiar in Zhang Yan's ears. It's a chat with Han Bin!

Turning his head, Han Bin, who really had a hippie smile, stood behind the two of them. Zhang Yan smiled and joked, "Brother, why did you come here if you are not burning the fire in Chilian Peak?"

Han Bin hugged Zhang Yan with a smile and said with a smile, "Didn't I come to see you? I beg Master Huan Shui's uncle, who brought me here."

"Are you so sure that I can come to Songyunfeng to participate in the inner gate competition?" Zhang Yan was surprised that Han Bin's behavior was very touching~

"Brother, I look down on anyone, and I can't look down on you~" Han Bin looked at a natural face, smiled, and suddenly lowered his voice. "Actually, this time, in addition to seeing you, I'm here to be the savior!"

Pun~ Zhang Yan almost laughed out loud, looked at the sneaky Han Bin, and shook his head helplessly, "What on earth are you doing here for?"

Han Bin shrugged his shoulders and was about to open his mouth, but he heard a shout from the distance, "Where are the disciples of Dan Pharmacy! Come quickly, someone is injured~"

Zhang Yan looked around and saw that a disciple was being beaten on the ground and spitting blood. The sound was made by the referee Monk Jin Dan on the side of the ring.

"See, brother, I'm the savior in his mouth. If I don't talk to you, I have to go there quickly!" Han Bin waved his hands out, got into the crowd and left.

Zhang Yan was stunned and suddenly remembered that Han Bin was still working part-time as a cashier in Dan Pharmacy! Shaking his head, he finally understood that this man was not looking for himself, but a strong man~

When he was disturbed by Han Bin, Zhang Yan's intention to explain the reason why he was optimistic about Chenghai was gone. He silently remembered a lot and thought of himself, Wu Xiurong and Han Bin in Lingxu Garden...

For a moment, he was bored and told Shi Luocheng, then walked out of the crowd alone, came to a secluded place, leaned under a lush pine tree, and fell into meditation.

In the distance were eight rings wrapped by noisy crowds, and in the distance were the beautiful high platform. Huan Kong and six other Yuanying monks talked in a low voice. They looked serious and did not look at the ring.

Then they may be discussing how to reduce the disciples in the next step...

The spirit of Aoki swallowed nearly 20% of the aura in the best spiritual vein of Qianyu Sect, but the ugly swallowed the spirit of Aoki. Unable to find the spirit of Aoki, the empty self-depleted the huge spiritual vein resources. No wonder they all frowned and looked ugly, ha...

But what does this have to do with you? Zhang Yan laughed at himself and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the majestic Wu Tailai on the high platform. His mood suddenly became heavy. He hummed coldly and was about to leave, but was stopped by a disciple in the inner door in blue.

"Are you Zhang Yan?"

This man looks handsome, with a scar on his left cheek like a crescent moon, which adds a cold breath to him. Thinking of what Han Bin said, Zhang Yan instantly recognized that this man should be Ye Xuanshi, a disciple of the inner door who built a foundation and a perfect situation. The young Junyan, who has rich combat experience, is known as one of the four famous figures of the inner gate!

Zhang Yan nodded, and a trace of doubt flashed through his eyes. How did he know himself?

"My name is Ye Xuanshi. You must have heard my name." Ye Xuanshi's face was expressionless, but there was a trace of chill on his handsome face.

Zhang Yan sensed it and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with Brother Ye looking for me?"

Ye Xuanshi frowned slightly, as if Zhang Yan called his brother, which made him feel uncomfortable. However, for a moment, his face calmed down, and he pondered slightly, and a cold light suddenly shot out of his eyes. "I'm here to tell you not to pester Sister Xiurong in the future!"

In his heart, Zhang Yan's thoughts flashed, and his face became ugly. He took a deep breath, suppressed the bad feeling in his heart, and stared at Ye Xuanshi's cold eyes without hesitation, "Why?" These three words seem to be squeezed out of the teeth and are unusually heavy.

Ye Xuanshi smiled softly and seemed to be disdainful. He stroked the crescent scar on his face, put his hands on his back, and said leisurely, "I'm his fiance!" Is this reason enough?

"Why don't I know when it happened?" Zhang Yan's heart was extremely bitter, and his fiance's three words hit his heart like a heavy hammer, and the pain permeated his whole body. Wu Xiurong has a fiance. Why does she still like herself? Why don't you tell yourself...

Ye Xuanshi's face suddenly became extremely cold and said in a low voice, "I don't seem to have any reason to tell you, right? Why should I let you know who you are? Do you deserve it? As an outside disciple, you'd better do your own thing!"

A series of extremely spicy satirical questions with Ye Xuanshi's indifferent disdainful expression, like a cold wind, not only piercing, but also timid, hurting the whole body,

A strong anger suddenly rose and surged all over his body, but Zhang Yan's face was extremely calm, and he just asked gently, "Are you here today to threaten me?"

Ye Xuanshi laughed, shook his head, and said in a joking tone, "No, it's not a threat. I usually don't threaten people like you. It's not worth it!"

Zhang Yan suddenly smiled, with a bright smile on his simple face and said in an extremely gentle tone, "If, I mean, if I kill you in the ring today, will Wu Xiurong be sad for you?"

A trace of fierceness flashed on Ye Xuanshi's handsome face, and the crescent scar was twisted like an earthworm. He stretched out his white and slender finger and pointed to the distant ring. "I'm waiting for you. I've heard many threats. They all died in my hands. Today, including you!"

After saying that, Ye Xuanshi smiled at the corners of his mouth, and his pace disappeared from the crowd in an instant.

Zhang Yan calmly watched Ye Xuanshi leave, and he was alone under a covered pine tree. His heart was extremely cold, like a piece of ice, and there was a cold and piercing smell overflowing from it.

The wind suddenly rose, and Song Yun ripps slightly. Wu Tai came quietly. He was still as majestic as the first time he met.

The two stood opposite each other, with a lush pine tree in the middle.

"Why breach the contract?" Zhang Yan did not turn his head, his eyes were deep, crossed the blue sky and white clouds, and fell to the other end of the sky.

"You have also seen Ye Xuanshi. Do you think you can compare with him?" Wu Tailai's face was expressionless, and his tone was still full of the attitude of high-ranking people looking down.

"Is that why?"

Wu Tai turned around, reached out and patted the pine trunk, sighed gently, and walked far away. He did not return to Zhang Yan, but said another sentence, "You'd better lose the luck in your heart. My daughter won't marry you... You'd better go back to the outside door and stay. You and Xiurong are from two worlds, different."

Zhang Yan did not look back from Wu Tai to leaving. He did not look at Wu Tai.

My heart is colder and stronger.