Quick Wear: Villain Happiness System

The fight on the ring was still going on, and Shen Yan and his opponent's senior brother were already really angry.

Every collision seemed to cause vibrations between heaven and earth, making people feel their powerful force.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, Shen Yan found the opponent's weakness and stabbed the opponent in the chest with a sword.

Although the opponent reacted quickly, he was still stabbed in the shoulder by Shen Yan's sword.

"boom!"

The opponent's heavy hammer flew out of his hand and hit the ring, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Shen Yan put away his sword and stood up, looking at his senior brother lying on the ground, smiling slightly.

"Accepted."

He bowed to the other party, then turned and walked off the ring.

Yun Yin greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Ayan, you win!"

Shen Yan also smiled. He looked up at Yun Yin, his eyes full of tenderness and love. "Yes, I won. Let's go back. Will it be your turn tomorrow?"

Yun Yin nodded, and the two walked out of the arena side by side.

After returning to his residence, Shen Yan changed out of his sweat-soaked clothes, sat at the table, picked up the hot tea handed to him by Yun Yin, and took a sip, as if it could dispel all the fatigue in his body.

"Are you confident in the competition tomorrow?" Shen Yan asked with concern.

Yun Yin smiled confidently: "Don't worry, I know what I am doing. Besides, with your victory today as an inspiration, how can I lose?"

Shen Yan felt warm in his heart when he heard this. He knew Yun Yin's strength very well, but he admired his humble attitude even more.

As the night deepened, the two sat opposite each other, whispering to each other, sharing each other's thoughts and aspirations for the future.

Three days flew by.

Shen Yan finally finished seventh in the competition, but he was not discouraged.

His opponent was a cultivator at the second level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and he saw nothing wrong in losing to him.

But at this moment he was standing under the ring, watching Yun Yin's competition with a nervous expression.

Yun Yin also advanced to the Foundation Establishment Stage yesterday, but his opponent now is a cultivator at the third level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The man looked older than Yun Yin and was also wearing the outer sect green robe.

He is tall and strong, with a strong face and a pair of sharp eyes.

Yun Yin was dressed in gray, but he had an upright posture and a cold temperament.

The two men stood facing each other on the stage, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

The man launched the attack first. He moved and turned into a shadow and rushed towards Yun Yin.

Yun Yin's expression remained unchanged. He jumped lightly to avoid the man's attack. At the same time, he swung the sword in his hand. A stream of sword energy cut through the air and went straight to the man's vital point.

The man reacted very quickly. He quickly stepped back and avoided Yun Yin's attack.

The two of them fought back and forth, with swords flying everywhere, and every collision was thrilling.

Shen Yan stood under the ring, clenching his fists nervously.

He knew Yun Yin's strength, but he also knew the difficulty of this competition.

The cultivator at the third level of the Foundation Establishment Stage was much stronger than Yun Yin, and he was worried that Yun Yin would get hurt.

However, Yun Yin behaved unusually calmly. His eyes focused, he muttered something, then he waved his left hand and several flaming swords flew straight towards the man.

The man dodged sideways, but Yun Yin took the opportunity to move forward and stabbed the man's throat with the long sword in his right hand.

The man was horrified and tried to use his spiritual power to resist, but it was too late.

Yun Yin's sword easily pierced the man's defense, and the tip of the sword was against the man's throat.

"You lose." Yun Yin said lightly.

The man's face was pale, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he stared at Yun Yin in front of him.

He could not accept the fact no matter what - he was defeated by someone whose cultivation was lower than his!

At this moment, Shen Yan in the audience witnessed all this and cheered excitedly.

When Yun Yin heard the voice, he turned to look at Shen Yan, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

However, the man standing behind Yun Yin had unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

He put in countless efforts and sweat for this outer sect competition, and practiced hard day and night just to win the championship.

The man's anger grew more intense when he thought of his sister who was still waiting for him, hoping that he could win the competition and use the first place prize to save her.

Suddenly, he raised the sword in his hand, and stabbed towards Yun Yin fiercely with full of hatred and unwillingness!

"Ayin, be careful!" Shen Yan's cry echoed in the air. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. His breathing was rapid and his eyes were full of fear.

However, Yun Yin seemed to have anticipated this and dodged the man's sneak attack with a quick move.

His eyes were cold as he looked at the man lying on the ground, and his tone was indifferent: "Can't you afford to lose?"

The man was lying on the ground, his face pale. He looked at Yun Yin, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

"Why? I should have won!" he roared, his voice full of despair.

Yun Yin sneered and did not answer him, but turned and walked towards Shen Yan.

At this time, the elders of the sect also began to read out the results of the competition.

"Yun Yin wins this competition." The elder's voice echoed above the arena, breaking the brief silence.

Shen Yan hurried forward and held Yun Yin's hand, his eyes full of worry: "A Yin, are you okay?"

Yun Yin shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Although Yun Yin said so, Shen Yan could still see a trace of fatigue in his eyes. He knew that this competition was not easy for Yun Yin.

The two walked down the stage side by side, waiting for the sect to present the rewards for the top three.

The top three will receive generous rewards. In addition to spirit stones and elixirs, each person can enter the treasure pavilion and choose a weapon.

Yun Yin stood on the podium, holding a pill and a technique in his hands, but there was not much emotion in his heart.

He just missed the Qingyun Sword in the treasure house.

The sword has been with him in this world for thousands of years. Now that he has returned to this small world, it would be a good idea to take it out.

On the other side, Wang Zhen (the man competing with Yun Yin) stood beside Yun Yin, looking at the porcelain bottle in Shen Yan's hand with longing.

"Well, the outer sect competition has come to an end, and disciples may leave..." The elder waved to the people gathered in the venue.

He turned around and looked at the three people. "Tomorrow at noon, the three of you can go to the treasure pavilion. Use the tokens in your hands to enter and choose your own weapons." After saying this, he turned and left.

Upon hearing this, everyone dispersed, leaving only Yun Yin, Wang Zhen and Shen Yan in the audience.

After Wang Zhen looked at Yun Yin deeply, he turned and left.

Shen Yan walked up to Yun Yin and asked softly, "Ah Yin, are you going to the treasure pavilion tomorrow?"