Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Yan Clan

"I actually lost..." On the pavilion, Ling Quan and the five commanders stared blankly at Yang Hao who was struggling in the rubble, and looked at each other, seeing an unconcealable look of horror in each other's eyes. "This kid, how did he become so strong..." Lingquan clenched his fists tightly, full of inconceivability. Although he could know that Xiao Yan had already walked ahead of him, he still never thought that Xiao Yan could defeat Yang Hao, who was at the peak of the five-star Dou Zun, so easily. As a member of the same clan, Lingquan is very clear about Yang Hao's strength.

The latter mastered a lot of powerful fighting skills, and even the Emperor's Seal Technique had been cultivated to the ground-covering seal. This kind of strength, looking at the same level, there are few opponents. However, looking at the previous battles, Yang Hao was completely defeated by Xiao Yan. The seemingly fierce offensive did not cause any damage to Xiao Yan. s damage. Obviously, the latter's real combat power far exceeds the superficial level power. "Well, there really is some reason for being favored by the young lady. His strength is probably not much different from that of the elder brother..." the fifth leader sighed softly.

Hearing his words, Lingquan's face became even more gloomy. "Cough..." In the pavilion, Yang Hao, who was buried in the rubble, also struggled and crawled out. Most of his clothes were scrapped, and he looked scorched black. When he coughed violently, blood kept coming out. The corner of the mouth overflowed. The hair fell from the top of Yang Hao's head, and he looked like a madman. A pair of blood-red and ferocious eyes stared at Xiao Yan on the stage. In this competition, he was almost completely defeated. He couldn't figure it out, with his peak strength of the five-star Dou Zun, coupled with many high-level fighting skills, he would lose so miserably in Xiao Yan's hands!

"Asshole, I don't accept it!" Anger and humiliation swelled in his heart. He was defeated so embarrassingly in such a large crowd. If this matter was spread back to the ancient world, he would be ridiculed. At that moment, Yang Hao's head became hot, he roared angrily, and stomped his feet on the ground , Enduring the severe pain coming from his body, his figure turned into lightning, and once again shot violently at Xiao Yan on the stage. Seeing Yang Hao who suddenly seemed to lose his mind, many people frowned slightly. This guy seemed a little too unmannered. "Boom!"

Looking indifferently at the stormy Yang Hao, Xiao Yan's face was expressionless, and he stomped forward. The ghostly figure appeared directly in front of Yang Hao, his shoulders shook, and a fierce wind blew across the air. It surged out and struck Yang Hao's chest like lightning. "Wow!" Suffering another heavy blow, Yang Hao spit out blood again, and flew out backwards, shaking all the tables and chairs along the way into powder. "Tsk tsk, this Yang Hao is really an idiot..." When Yang Hao rushed towards Xiao Yan like a madman, somewhere in the attic, a person smiled lightly.

This is a somewhat remote place, compared to other places, it is much quieter. At this table, there are four figures sitting, three men and one woman. On the foreheads of the four, there is a burning flame imprint, It looks like a real flame, giving people a hot feeling. The previous voice came from the mouth of a man with a slightly slender face among the four. "Although this Xiao Yan is only a five-star Dou Zun, he possesses a strange fire. Naturally, his fighting spirit is far beyond human comparison. It is normal for Yang Hao to be defeated by him." Opposite this man, a middle-aged man with rough eyebrows , lightly authentic.

"He also has a very strong soul. Under the perception of his soul, any ghostly body skills are useless... Then Yang Hao is too arrogant." The last man, dressed in a white robe, looks extremely handsome , with a little smile on the corner of his mouth, giving people a warm feeling. After finishing speaking, the man's eyes turned to the woman beside him. The woman was wearing a light red dress, her cheeks were covered by a veil, but even so, the silhouette revealed through the veil was still very moving. Extremely, there was not the slightest wave in those bright eyes, and she didn't respond at all to the topics of discussion between the three, as if it was difficult to arouse her interest in everything.

"Huozhi, don't treat us like we don't exist, okay?" Seeing her like this, the man in white couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, and said. "I'm interested in his strange fire." Hearing his words, the woman in red finally raised her head slightly, glanced at Xiao Yan on the stage, her voice was cold and sweet. "cough……" Hearing this, the three white-clothed men rolled their eyes helplessly, and just about to speak, the red-clothed woman suddenly said again: "It's very lively here today, it seems that the people of the ancient clan are not waiting for Xiao Yan. See."

In the pavilion, Yang Hao, covered in blood, stared ferociously at Xiao Yan, breathing like a cow panting. After a long while, just as he was about to rush out crazily again, a cold shout suddenly resounded in the wine shop. . "Yang Hao!" Hearing this icy cold shout, Yang Hao's body shook violently, and he recovered quite a bit of sobriety, his body froze in place, his fists clenched. "You have completely disgraced the ancient clan!" When Yang Hao stopped, a figure slowly appeared in front of him. The cold voice made Yang Hao's eyes flash with fear. "Second brother..."

The two Lingquan and Lingquan on the pavilion were startled when they saw that figure, and a hint of surprise appeared in the eyes of the former, and with a glance, they appeared next to that figure, and shouted respectfully. "Hmph!" The figure glanced at the two of them, shouted coldly, then turned his eyes suddenly, staring at the thin figure on the stone platform, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Yan, did you play well?" Xiao Yan looked down at that figure condescendingly. The latter was dressed in light silver armor, with silver light flowing all over his body, and a majestic aura permeated it, which attracted many people's attention.

"It's just a competition." Xiao Yan glanced at the man in silver armor. He was called by Lingquan and others. He should be the so-called second commander. Judging from this aura, this person should have reached The level of the six-star Dou Zun. Hearing this, the man in silver armor squinted his eyes, moved his body, and appeared on the stone platform, and said calmly: "Second Commander of the Heiyi Army, Lin Xi... Since you like to spar so much, let this commander try How about trying?" "If you want to fight with wheels, there seem to be fewer people." Xiao Yan said with a smile. "To deal with you, there is no need to fight with wheels..." Lin Xi sneered, Yang Hao was beaten so miserably by Xiao Yan in front of the crowd today, if he didn't show up, people might think that the Black Army was just doing it for this reason . "How? Xiao Yan, do you dare to pick it up again?" "If the second commander insists, then please..." For Lin Xi who was pressing on every step of the way, Xiao Yan only frowned slightly and then relaxed. It seems that these young geniuses of the ancient clan really have a grudge against him. Not small, the so-called serious illness needs heavy medicine, if that is the case, let's take a few hard medicines! Seeing the tense atmosphere on the stone platform again, many people in the attic cast their gazes again. At this time, everyone can see that it seems that these young geniuses of the ancient clan, and Xiao Yan, There are some gaps that ordinary people don't know... "Lin Xi, you are messing around!" However, just when everyone thought that the battle was about to break out, an old angry voice suddenly resounded in the attic, and immediately a gray-clothed figure appeared on the stone platform like lightning, and yelled at Lin Xi. "Elder Gu Xun." Seeing the sudden appearance of the gray-clothed old man, Lin Xi was startled, and said in a respectful voice with cupped fists. "Nonsense, as masters, you are embarrassing the guests of the ancient clan in front of a large crowd. How is that proper? Why don't you back down!" The old man called Gu Xun said angrily with his eyes wide open. After being scolded by Gu Xun angrily, Lin Xi didn't dare to speak back. He also understood that this old fellow showed up, and he might not be able to get back his face today, so he could only shake his head helplessly, turning his cold eyes to Xiao Yan, His lips moved slightly, and a thin voice quietly entered the latter's ears. "Xiao Yan, this time, good luck for you, if you are sensible, leave the ancient clan as soon as possible, otherwise, entering the ancient world will only make you humiliate yourself!" Hearing the voice next to his ears, Xiao Yan's expression remained calm, and a faint sneer appeared in his pitch-black eyes. After Lin Xi's words fell, he didn't stop too much, stepped off the stage in a flash, grabbed Yang Hao who couldn't even move, and strode towards the outside of the attic. Looking at Lin Xi who was going away, Gu Xun also turned his head, looked at Xiao Yan with complicated eyes, and said softly: "People from the Xiao clan, finally came to my ancient clan again...Young people like to act emotionally, because Miss Because of this, the troubles you will encounter in the future should not be less, I hope you have to be prepared..." Xiao Yan cupped his fists at Gu Xun, but did not speak. Gu Xun took a deep look at Xiao Yan, then turned around and stepped off the stage, and walked outside the pavilion. Seeing that the fight between dragons and tigers that was going to start ended in such a hasty way, many people were a little bit unsatisfied, but they had no choice but to withdraw their gazes, and then talked in low voices about the previous fierce battle. Sweep towards Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan didn't care about these gazes. He jumped off the stone platform and was about to return to his seat when he suddenly discovered the strange fire in his body. Transferred, and finally stopped in the slightly quiet place of the pavilion, where a woman in red with a veil was watching him calmly with her eyes, and a vivid flame imprint was quietly blooming between the latter's eyebrows. "Heavenly fire..." Looking at the imprint of flames on the eyebrows of the woman in red, Xiao Yan's heart skipped a beat, and the strange race Yao Lao had mentioned also surfaced in his mind. "Is she... from the Yan Clan?"