Young Master Yan turned his head slightly and looked at the Miaojiang Saint who was making a sound.

Qi Zhi took a step forward, and he stood behind Young Master Yan and said softly, "Young Master, according to the news I have received, this Miaojiang saint seems to be younger than you, and he is extremely skilled in witchcraft cultivation. I heard that the previous saint was her defeated general. Their strength is...unfathomable."

Yan Tao: "Oh."

Qi Zhi…

OK, you're the most cool anyway.

He took a step back silently, his hands were tied in front of his lower abdomen, and he stopped talking.

Qin Zong's phoenix eyes slowly fell on Yan Chong's opposite side. Yan Chong smiled slightly, spread his hands and spoke, "Major General Qin, I'll sit here and watch, right?"

There was no unnecessary expression in Qin Zong's eyes, and he turned his eyes away.

Yan Chong obviously prepared for a long time, and it was not easy to solve the succession ceremony of Xuanmen today.

"A total of three games, two wins in three games."

Miao Chengyu took a step forward, and a crisp sound of bells suddenly rang around her, crisp and pleasant, "The two sides chose personnel to fight."

"Two people come out on one side, let's start."

Wang Changning smiled proudly. He raised his hand slowly, but the disciples of Tianxuan Sect next to him did not walk up, and then showed tacit smiles.

Two young men came out after retrial from Yan.

All of them were in white robes, holding swords in their hands, and jumped up to the platform.

The posture is cold and the aura is strong and hard.

It's the Yan family.

Qi Zhi's face almost fell gloomy and he glared at Wang Changning, "Wang Changning, the person who goes to fight must be a person from Xuanmen. What do you mean?"

"Who said he is not a disciple of my Xuanmen?" Wang Changning sneered and wrapped his hands around his chest, "Who should I accept as a disciple? Do you still have to report to my junior brother?"

"you!"

Everyone did not expect that Wang Changning would dare to cheat so blatantly.

However, his actions did not violate the rules.

Yan Chong smiled, "If you think you can't beat it, just admit defeat. Don't humiliate yourself."

"Young Master, let me go." Zhang Chi gritted his teeth. Among the disciples of the Xuanmen, he had a high level of cultivation.

Originally, there was still some hope when I fought with Tianxuan Gate.

now……

"And I."

Chang Feng followed a step forward, and his face showed a look of perseverance.

Young Master Yan smiled slightly, and the boy reached out to pat their shoulders, "Don't worry, I'll have it all."

Chang Feng and Zhang Chi focused their heads, looked at each other, and jumped onto the stage.

On the empty high platform, both sides stood opposite each other.

The wind blew the Yan family's robes flying. They were all indifferent on their faces, and there was a high degree of arrogance and contempt in their eyes.

"Xuanmen, Zhang Chi."

"Xuanmen, Changfeng."

"Yanyi."

"Yan Si."

Chang Feng and Zhang Chi clasped their fists with their hands, took a step forward, and spoke in a deep voice, "Please give me advice!"

Miao Chengyu stood on the platform, her eyes swept across Yan Tao as if nothing had happened, and the face hidden under the gauze ripped a faint smile, and slowly stepped back, "Start."

Yan Yi and Yan Si seemed to be standing lazy, but in fact they had no flaws on their bodies. The aura inside was so powerful that Chang Feng and Zhang Chi were almost breathless.

They gritted their teeth, their hearts as if they were pressing against a mountain, and they rushed forward with the terrifying pressure.

In the audience, Taoist Sanwu shook his head slightly, "With the Yan family, they will definitely lose this game."

"I'm afraid the next two battles will be equally destined." Master Lu glanced at the boy over there, and the light flashed slightly in his eyes. For some reason, he always felt that the boy was not afraid of losing at all.
Chapter completed!