Limitless Interpretations

He felt that Feng Hao jumped out and challenged him by name. This is probably Nangong Su's deliberate provocation and a plan to kill people with a borrowed knife.

Even if Feng Hao fails, he can still test his level.

"Still not giving up?"

The dim light in Yan Huan's eyes flashed away, but with a warm smile on his face, he stood up and said, "It's an exaggeration. It's all because of the love of the seniors and Dingyuan's mercy back then."

This is just a polite word, and to put it bluntly, it is self-effacing.

However, Feng Hao was very hostile and immediately said: "I think so..."

"Taibai Sword Sect? Haha..."

Yan Wan's smile faded, and he glanced at him with unknown meaning, then turned his attention to an old man not far away.

This person was Taibai's leader this time, and Yan Wan's glance made him feel a little nervous. He secretly scolded Feng Hao for his lack of brains for humiliating the other party in such a public way.

"Are you not convinced?"

Yan Wan tilted his head and looked him up and down, with a hint of disdain on his lips: "I will beat you today until you are convinced."

The words fell.

Chi Xiao trembled slightly, and his inner strength was revealed, shattering the black cloth that had not been untied on the surface, revealing its thick and cold lines.

The demonic dragon groaned, its evil aura was spreading, and an inexplicable coldness instantly spread all around.

In an instant, Yan Wan came to the stage and looked at Feng Hao from a distance: "The Taibai Sword Sect taught you martial arts, but it never taught you how to be a human being. Today I am here to discipline and discipline you for him."

"What a loud tone..."

Uh-huh~

Dang clang...

Without giving Feng Hao a chance to speak, with a dazzling black light, the sharp blade came out of the box in an instant, like a black dragon with its head raised, sweeping towards the opponent.

After only the first encounter, Feng Hao completely put aside his contempt for him.

The sword that accompanied Feng Hao all the way groaned under the weight, buzzed and trembled. If it hadn't been for the infusion of internal energy, the blade would have been chipped long ago.

Strong, too strong.

Yan Wan's sword was faster than the other sword, and its power was astonishing. The speed was like a thunderbolt, giving Feng Hao no chance to use Taibai's unique swordsmanship.

Especially the wisps of purple-black dancing arcs on his sword gave Feng Hao an unprecedented sense of danger. It seemed that if he slacked off even a little, he would be pierced through the heart by the sword.

The sword step was deployed, and Feng Hao turned into a snow cloud, moving mistyly, dodging Yan Wan's attacks one after another in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Bang!

Three seconds, not even three seconds.

Ding!

Following a crisp sound, Feng Hao staggered back, the dagger in his hand kept shaking, and he panted violently involuntarily. He raised his head with sweat on his face and looked at Yan Wan who was standing with the sword.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but as soon as he was out of breath, his Adam's apple surged, and he involuntarily spurted out a stream of blood with white smoke. His knees weakened, and he immediately fell to his knees, coughing non-stop.

Buzz…

His body was stiff and he did not dare to move.

Because of the biting coolness between his brows, it kept warning him.

"Are you convinced?" Yan Wan turned his sword and pointed his chin humiliatingly with the tip of the sword, forcing him to raise his head and look down at Feng Hao.

"you……"

Feng Haogui is a disciple of Taibai. He walks around the world and is respected by everyone, who are afraid of treating him poorly. Have you ever been humiliated like this...

In particular, the sarcasm and contempt contained in Yan Wan's eyes made Feng Hao feel like he was worse off than dead.

He felt like he was being stripped naked, hung on a flagpole, and publicly executed as a clown. The looks from all directions were like arrows piercing deep into his heart.

puff……

Anger attacks the heart.

It was obvious that Feng Hao's psychological quality was not good. Faced with this kind of humiliation, after holding it in for a long time, he finally couldn't restrain his chaotic inner strength. He felt a sweetness in his throat, spurted out a stream of blood mist, and passed out.

"Boring."

Yan Wang curled his lips. He didn't know whether the thing on his neck was a head or a chamber pot. Even a second-rate or inferior person would dare to make trouble in front of him.

He turned his head and looked down at Nangong Su, whose face was gloomy and uncertain. He smiled slightly and returned to his seat.

The meaning is very obvious: I want to see if you can trick a few scapegoats to come over. Come one, and I will fight one until... you come on stage in person.

Bai Xiaosheng, who was sitting upright, quietly made a gesture to his disciple.

The disciple understood, coughed, walked into the arena, and announced loudly: "Feng Hao of the Taibai Sword Sect, challenged Yan Wan, who is third on the rookie list, and failed. Next, please continue to compete on the stage..."

"I come……"

"Haha, let's compete with me..."

Afterwards, the atmosphere gradually warmed up during the competition and was no longer as cold as before.

But without exception, no one who appeared later dared to challenge Yan Wan.

Feng Hao was a member of the Taibai Sword Sect. Even so, he was still beaten like this. The threat of Yan Wan's actions just now was clearly visible in his mind. The rest of the Sanren who had no background and challenged him would probably be killed by the sword.

Warriors are not afraid of death. They have been prepared since they entered the world.

But this does not mean that they want to die and have nothing to do.

Fighting with Yan Wang is... seeking death.

——

Yan Wan was minding his own business, chatting and laughing with the people around him. He occasionally clicked on the warriors in the field and commented on them, which was quite enjoyable.

Bai Xiaosheng raised his glass to him and said with a faint smile: "Young Master has entered the top three rookies, and you have just fought in the first battle. From what I saw, I can see that you have now reached the point where you can release your internal strength freely. It is rare among second-rate masters, but do you have any further thoughts?"

"Yes, yes, but it's not the time yet." Yan Wang raised his glass from a distance and replied: "Now is the time to compete for the rookie rankings. The competition for the elite rankings will take several days."

Bai Xiaosheng recalled the demonic magic weapon just now, looking for the book www.zhaoshuyuan.com and the sharp purple-black thunder, and couldn't help but sigh: "Just one battle alone, young master is enough to enter the next Qingyun Ranking." First thirty.”

"Oh? Senior, have you stopped talking now?"

Yan Huan's heart was moved, and he said with a calm smile on his face: "You must know that the world is huge, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, dark horses appear frequently, and geniuses appear every year. Senior, do you have so much confidence in me?"

"Ha ha……"

Bai Xiaosheng laughed a few times, pointed at his eyes and said: "I have been ups and downs for decades, and I rarely make mistakes. Otherwise, how could I compile the four major lists of Rookie, Qingyun, Dengfeng and Grandmaster?"

Yan Wan drank the wine in the glass, turned to look at the field, and laughed: "Then let me borrow the good words from my seniors first, but the first thirty may be a little behind."

Bai Xiaosheng looked at him deeply and asked softly: "Oh? The young master's goal is..."

Yan Wang replied calmly: "Top ten, top five, top three... fate plays tricks on people, who can guess it accurately?"