Because Yingmeng's team had a bye in the last round, they were placed in last place. They had to challenge the fifteenth place and win before they could continue the competition. Otherwise, they would be considered eliminated.

On the competition stage, Wang Huansheng yawned lazily, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the other contestants and said: "Hey, it's the finals. How fast, I haven't slept enough! It seems that we are selected to stay this year.

The village team is coming down. You all should join together. It’s too boring to compete one by one. I’d like to finish it early and go home to sleep.”

Total arrogance and arrogance!

The people in the stands were horrified. What he said exposed a lot of information! Knowing that a group of villagers would be left behind every year, they must not be villagers. I didn’t expect that they all saw it wrong. However, although they didn’t know the identity of this group of people,

No matter how strong he is, it would be too arrogant and arrogant to dare to challenge everyone at once. If someone is seeking death, he naturally needs to be fulfilled.

Seeing a group of people walking up to the competition stage with a sneer, Yang An gave the two nonsense words. "Don't use your full strength. Don't overdo it." Ying Meng yawned, "To deal with this group of people, just use

Shenfa is enough."

With this sarcastic tone, no matter how good-tempered the person is, he still wants to teach her a lesson and let her know what it means to be generous.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone launched an attack. A bright silver sword came out like a snake and stabbed Ying Meng's chest. Ying Meng moved his wrist and grabbed the two people's hands to use his strength.

Let the two people attack each other, and the two people immediately flew out and fell off the competition platform.

One move! Knocked down two people without even using spiritual energy. Just like she said, she only used body skills.

"Oh, my granddaughter is so good, my old bones are a little better." Wang Huansheng's eyes were full of smiles. He could finally let go and play.

He first used coercion to fly away all the people under the foundation, then moved his body and rushed towards a targeted team.

He flicked his wrist and suddenly remembered that he couldn't use his special weapon, otherwise it would reveal his identity. This was a bit embarrassing, and it seemed a bit late to stop now.

His mind was running rapidly, and he suddenly looked at the ground and picked up a branch. The branch looked like it could be broken with a flick of his hand. It pierced the opponent's shoulder in an instant. With a sweep of his legs, the three of them flew off the stage.

Yingmeng and Wang Huansheng had a great time. They used various tricks to knock others off the stage one by one. It seemed that the two of them were competing to see whose movements were smoother.

Enough is enough. They have the ability to let Sheng Yuan target the geniuses who come here to bully a group of people with the highest cultivation level, that is, Nascent Soul. This kind of behavior is extremely bad, just like a group of kings in the canyon running to beat them with trumpets.

Bronze Bureau.

Suddenly, a person caught a glimpse of Yang An, who had not made any move. He seemed to be a soft persimmon. He carefully walked around Ying Meng and Wang Huansheng. When he approached Yang An, the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, coupled with the brilliant spiritual skills,

Attacked.

Yang An snorted softly. He had no interest in grabbing the toys from those two people. He dodged easily with his body. The man pressed forward step by step, but Yang An just dodged and did not fight back. He seemed to be at a disadvantage. This

The man was even more convinced that Yang An was a soft persimmon, so he naturally wanted to vent his anger on Yang An from being played by Yin Meng and Wang Huansheng before.

The sharp sword edge passed across Yang An's wrist, suddenly turned, and stabbed silently into Yang An's heart.

The strong wind was like a knife, Yang An narrowed his eyes, it was a killing move.

This made Yang An angry. There were actually people with such low moral character among the immortal cultivators. It was because of these talents that this era became so corrupt, and his friends...

He avoided the attack with an extremely weird posture, and suddenly dodged behind the man. The spiritual energy in his fingertips suddenly surged, and shot towards the man's back with a swipe.

The man was shocked to realize the cold murderous intention coming from behind, and retreated hastily, but still couldn't make it. He only heard a crisp sound of "Kacha", and the slender fingertips penetrated the shoulder bone, and bright red blood sprayed from his back.

When he came out, the ground was instantly dyed red like sapphire, and enchanting and beautiful blood flowers bloomed.

Then, before he could react, he stumbled and fell off the stage with a thud.

Yang An raised his chin slightly, and his dark pupils were filled with coldness. "Get out of the way."

After being together for such a long time, Ying Meng and Wang Huansheng were clearly aware of his anger, even though he still had an expressionless face. Ying Meng and Wang Huansheng were obviously cowed and silently gave way to the battlefield.

They swept away the remaining people on the stage with mercy. Sorry, there are poor people who are dead and poor people who are not dead. In order to prevent Yang An from venting his anger on them, the contestants on the execution ground can only suffer. They will

Pray for them.

Then the two squatted in the corner, shivering and witnessed a one-sided crushing, beating and venting of anger. Yingmeng asked Wang Huansheng with his eyes. "Are you sure that when we deal with him, he won't hit us?"

Wang Huansheng shook his head. "Probably not. He usually has a good temper."

"Are you sure?" Yingmeng ignored the bloody scene on the field. The two fell into silence.

The person who just warned them not to use all their strength has now basically used 90% of his strength. Thanks to Yingmeng's superb disguise skills, others did not recognize that the person on the stage was the young master of Yuntian Sect.

The messenger from the Immortal Realm, who had been resting in the stands just now, suddenly opened his eyes. He felt that the cultivation level of the people on the stage was higher than his own. He narrowed his eyes, and there were two followers with good strength beside him. Their cultivation level was that of mortal immortals.

At the top or above, could it be some big shot above?

Finally, the competition ended. The messenger from the fairy world personally announced that the champions of the competition were Yang An and the others.

Originally, the two victorious teams were going to attend the dinner. But looking at the aura around Yang An, the referees were all watching, pretending not to notice.

After all, the messenger from the immortal world sent them a message to treat Yang An well and never offend him. He might be an immortal disciple who has already chosen a camp.

It can be seen that the immortal world did not really wait for this competition. The people sent here were only the lowest-level handymen. An immortal disciple with mortal cultivation level could scare him like this. If he knew that among the three of them, there were still some

I don’t know what I would think if there was a Xuanxian who just missed the position of Immortal Lord.

Ying Meng and Wang Huansheng followed Yang An silently. Ying Meng quietly moved a defensive array plate to his chest and looked at Wang Huansheng. "Do you think he has calmed down?"

Wang Huansheng said, "Don't make any noise. I'm wondering if I have offended him recently."

Yingmeng: "Why is he angry?"

Wang Huansheng shook his head carefully.

Yingmeng raised his eyebrows and said, "You are better than him in cultivation, go and ask?"

Wang Huansheng: "Aren't you the same? Why don't you go?"

"Give you a chance to show your gentlemanly style."

"Lady first."

"..."

Yingmeng glanced at Yang An, "He looks so scary, I'm scared."

At this time, Yang An suddenly turned around, and the two of them immediately raised their heads and raised their chests.

The two of them, who were usually fearless and loved to make trouble, suddenly became cautious and cautious, just hanging a sign on their chest saying "I am good". The contrast was very cute.

Yang An's mouth twitched slightly, "What are you talking about behind my back?"

Yingmeng and Wang Huansheng breathed a sigh of relief, and they must have calmed down from their anger.

Wang Huansheng opened the paper fan and forced out a smile, "It's nothing, it's just that Ying Meng was frightened by your aura."

After making sure that the murderous aura around her had dissipated, Yingmeng rolled her eyes and said, "It seems like you weren't scared just now, your legs are still shaking!"
Chapter completed!