Ling tripod

The small competition in the peak lasted for three days. Chu Yan passed all the tests and reached the group finals, which shocked everyone. Everyone originally thought that Chu Yan would be unstable just after breaking through to the third level of Qi training. Even the cultivators at this level cannot defeat him, but the reality has destroyed their eyes.

Chu Yan reached the group finals without using a ray of spiritual power or casting a single spell. He only relied on a domineering big iron rod and brute force.

Chu Yan's true strength is now at the eighth level of the Qi training stage, and after forging his body with the black light beam, his current physical strength is enough to compete with those at the tenth level of Qi training stage, coupled with the large iron rod weighing more than 200 kilograms , cultivators of average strength are really no match for Chu Yan.

Today is the group finals~

A man with a stern face stood opposite Chu Yan. His name was Zhao Yunhai, and his strength had reached the fifth level of Qi training.

"Chu Yan, I have to admit that you are a good person, but your wonderfulness will come to an end today. You know the gap between the middle stage of Qi training period and the early stage of Qi training period!"

Zhao Yunhai looked at Chu Yan with a hint of admiration in his heart, but at the same time there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes. Someone wanted Chu Yan's life, and a little person like him could only obey.

"Let's get started!"

Chu Yan said lightly.

"Okay, today I will see how your mortal soldiers can resist my immortal magic weapon~ come out!"

Zhao Yunhai spat out the word and saw a three-foot flying sword flying out of his savings bag, with a light cyan light glowing on it.

"Go~"

Zhao Yunhai recited the sword secret in a low voice, pointed one finger towards Chu Yan, and the flying sword struck towards Chu Yan.

"Who do you think will win this time?"

"Nonsense, of course it's Zhao Yunhai. Do you think those ordinary soldiers can resist the magic weapon?"

However, the next moment the man's eyes widened:

"Bang~"

Chu Yan held the iron rod in both hands and swung it towards the flying sword. A huge sound of metal collision was heard, and the flying sword was directly blown away by such a huge force.

"What?? Is that really an ordinary iron rod?"

"Can you compete with magic weapons? This~"

"Chu Yan hasn't used his spiritual power yet~"

…

The onlookers all had expressions of surprise on their faces. Zhao Yunhai looked pale at this time, the magic weapon was damaged, and he was also injured.

"Kill~"

Zhao Yunhai roared angrily and recited the sword secret again. The light blue light on the flying sword suddenly became brighter and flew towards Chu Yan again.

A faint smile appeared on Chu Yan's face, and he walked towards Zhao Yunhai step by step.

"Bang~"

The flying sword came from Chu Yan's side, but was still knocked away by Chu Yan's stick~

"Bang~"

The flying sword came from behind Chu Yan again, and Chu Yan was smashed away with a stick again as if he had eyes in the back of his head~

"Bang bang~"

Under the eyes of everyone as if they were looking at monsters, Chu Yan lightly knocked the flying sword away again and again, while at the same time, he kept getting closer to Zhao Yunhai.

"Bang~"

The flying sword was smashed away by Chu Yan again, and Zhao Yunhai stood in front of Chu Yan with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to fight again?"

Chu Yan smashed the flying sword again, put the iron rod on his shoulder, and said lightly.

"I haven't lost yet~"

At this moment, Zhao Yunhai suddenly stretched out a hand from behind, and a light cyan thorn condensed out of his hand.

"Die~"

Low-level four-line spell: Green Wood Thorn

"Too slow~"

Chu Yan said lightly, appeared at Zhao Yunhai's side and punched him in the stomach. Zhao Yunhai's body directly transformed into a 'bow' shape, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out and he flew out of the ring.

"Chu Yan, No. 18, wins!"

The referee read the result after a brief pause.

On the fourth day of the Peak Competition, the final winners of the fifty groups were decided one after another.

Mortal soldiers resisted the magic weapon, and their physical strength was extremely abnormal. The story about Chu Yan once again spread throughout Feilong Peak. In everyone's eyes, Chu Yan does not look like a cultivator of immortality, but more like a secular warrior.

"Mu'er, are you going to do this for me?"

Qi Tianlie snorted coldly.

"Master, my disciple did not expect that Chu Yan could hide so deeply. However, no matter how strong his body is, he is only at the third level of Qi training. As long as the competition continues, he will inevitably die sooner or later."

Qi Diao Mu said respectfully that in the past few days, each of Chu Yan's opponents had been told by Qi Diao Mu that Chu Yan must be killed during the battle, but Chu Yan's performance was unexpected.

In a corner of the square~

Chu Yan was still sitting alone on the big iron rod, his eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Chu Yan, senior sister wants to see you!"

Huang Xiaowen didn't know when she appeared beside Chu Yan.

Chu Yan smiled lightly, without too many emotional fluctuations, and Chu Yan could face Hua Mengqi calmly.

In a remote grove on Feilong Peak~

"Xiaowen, you go first~"

Chu Yan and Hua Mengqi were the only two people left in the grove.

"Chu Yan, I didn't expect you~"

"Sister, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

Chu Yan's cold words interrupted Hua Mengqi.

Hua Mengqi's heart twisted, but she also knew that she had brought all this on herself, "Chu Yan, Master wants you to die. Brother Qidiao has already asked those who are fighting with you to kill you. With your current situation, You have the strength to run away~"

A cold smile appeared on Chu Yan's face: "Are you done? My life and death, Chu Yan, seems to have nothing to do with Senior Sister now, right?"

Hua Mengqi's body trembled, and she remembered the wild word "Divorce" written in blood on the letter of divorce brought back by Huang Xiaowen. Yes, he had divorced her.

"Chu Yan, I just don't want you to die~"

Hua Mengqi said with a gloomy look.

"What if I don't die? What if I die? That's my own business. Since I have chosen to give up, there is no need to have anything to do with it anymore. 'There is a difference between immortals and mortals, don't force it!' This is what my senior sister taught me. Goodbye."

Chu Yan's voice was cold, and he turned around and was about to leave.

"I~"

Hua Mengqi was about to say something, but at this moment Chu Yan turned around suddenly, pulled Hua Mengqi into his arms, and pressed Hua Mengqi's head with one hand.

The two kissed each other tightly~

Chu Yan's kiss was very overbearing. Hua Mengqi felt dizzy after a brief resistance. She didn't want him anymore. She closed her beautiful eyes and let Chu Yan take it. Two lines of tears poured down from them. The tears flowed into her lips, which was bitter.

After a long time, the lips parted~

Hua Mengqi opened her eyes and looked at Chu Yan with complicated eyes.

"This is what you owe me. From now on, you and I will be strangers. Goodbye."

Chu Yan's words pierced Hua Mengqi's heart deeply.

The long-sealed picture appeared in his mind again:

A little boy said to a famous girl: "Senior sister, when can I kiss you?"

The girl was shy, "You, when you are sixteen years old, I~I will let you kiss~"

Whose tears were burned by that kiss?

ps: It burned my tears. The results are very sad. I hope everyone will support me. Your support is the motivation for Xiaoqian to write! Please recommend, collect, thank you~