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Under the arena, two inner disciples who had free time were discussing the situation on the 31st ring in a low voice.

"Junior Brother Wang, when do you think these two boys will be able to finish fighting?"

"I see it hanging."

One of the inner disciples looked at the referee on the stage sympathetically. "Sigh, Senior Brother Li is a bit miserable. He has been standing for almost a whole day, and he doesn't have a moment to spare."

"Isn't that right," another disciple continued, "It stands to reason that those of us who are referees should have taken time to drink tea and eat snacks during the interval between each match. No I thought of it, I didn't expect that these two people have been calling since morning."

While the two were chatting, another inner disciple in a sky-blue robe and a white jade plaque around his waist walked to the side of the ring.

If Ling Yan had time to glance over here, he would definitely recognize that this was the senior brother who gave him his ID card in the morning.

"Senior Brother Wuyou is good." The two inner disciples greeted him friendly.

However, Ju Wuyou didn't respond to them, his pale face was bluish, he raised his eyes, quietly watching the situation on the stage.A pair of black eyes were as silent as stagnant water, as if there was no light at all.

That person just said he likes him.This is the first time he was said to like it.Ju Wuyou pulled the muscles on his face, as if he wanted to laugh, but from other people's perspective, he just parted the corner of his mouth, revealing his white teeth, making it almost impossible to recognize that he was smiling.

He won't let him go... Ju Wuyou turned his dull and rigid brain nerves, thinking daydreamly.

Seeing that Ju Wuyou didn't respond, the two inner disciples next to him were not angry, but just kept away from him silently.

"Since the failure to break through the alchemy stage last time, Senior Brother Ju Wuyou has become more and more abnormal." A disciple whispered.

"You can't say that, most of the time it's quite normal, but sometimes..." Another disciple glanced at the piercing smile on Ju Wuyou's face in the distance, turned his head quickly, and didn't say any more go down.

But the meaning behind his words was already understood by that person at first.

Ling Yan on the competition stage didn't know what was going on off the stage. He wiped off the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, took a deep breath, and made up his mind.

He couldn't continue to fight anymore, his physical strength was running low.If this continues, you will lose.

A piercing sword light streaked across his temples, cutting off a strand of black hair.Ling Yan looked straight at Yan Shen with both eyes, held his sword to meet him, and with a move of Shuofenghuixue cut the way forward, three steps in parallel, and directly dodged in front of Yan Shen.

Yan Shen used his body skills and retreated hastily.

Ling Yan didn't let him retreat, and raised his sword to attack his back.Yan Shen dodged sideways.

The positions of the two were already very close, and during the process of changing positions sideways, Ling Yan's lips moved extremely softly, and faintly uttered four words.

Yan Shen frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a flash of surprise in his deep eyes.

This surprise easily revealed flaws, and Ling Yan took advantage of it and changed his posture.

Moreover, Yan Shen discovered that Ling Yan's aura had changed, it was no longer at the ninth level of Qi training, but soared all the way to the foundation building stage.

It actually broke through in the competition!

Yan Shen was caught off guard.

Ling Yan's temporary promotion was beyond his expectation, and Yan Shen couldn't handle it for a while.

In the end, Ling Yan won, and the Xueliang long sword stopped three inches away from Yan Shen's throat. "I won." Ling Yan said.

The breeze blew Yan Shen's cuffs embroidered with golden silk auspicious cloud patterns, his thin lips were pursed lightly, his sharp black eyes were hidden under the thick black eyelashes, and his expression showed no joy or anger.

He smartly brushed the fine dust off his clothes, and said softly to his opponent, "Congratulations!"

The appearance is very calm.

Ling Yan was a little surprised, he thought that a proud son of a family like Yan Shen couldn't afford to lose.

"Why?" Yan Shen saw what he was thinking, raised his head and asked directly, showing a handsome and pampered face, "Think I can't afford to lose? Oh, then you are thinking too much. Winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs .I will definitely win it back next time.”

The last sentence returned to the usual arrogance and arrogance of the young master of the Yan family.

"Then next time, you still don't need your natal sword, don't you need your left hand?" Ling Yan stepped forward and asked.

In the competition just now, Yan Shen never summoned the Qiyao Sword in his dantian, let alone used his left hand.He has been sparring with Ling Yan with one hand.

Ling Yan naturally still remembered that before the start of the competition, Yan Shen arrogantly said that he would give him a right hand. Ling Yan said that he was left-handed, but he did not expect that Yan Shen actually put his left hand behind his back, and he never used it during the whole process. .

"Of course." Yan Shen replied, as if he didn't think there was any problem with this decision.

Ling Yan frowned: "Is this how you compete with others today?"

"Yes. To be fair."

"Heh," Ling Yan sneered, "Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

"What's so ridiculous? I am stronger than them, and my family provides much more training resources than them. I have no shortage of pills and magic weapons, and the secrets of exercises are more advanced than ordinary outer disciples. If I am fully armed If you want to compete with them, even if you win, it's only natural, it's not a big deal." Yan Shen put the sword back into its sheath, and the metal blade brushed against the pitch-black inner skin of the scabbard, making a rough rubbing sound.

"I don't want to bully others." Yan Shen nodded, with a frivolous smile on his lips.

Ling Yan looked deeply at the young master of the Yushu Linfeng family in front of him, and said seriously: "You will only make people hate you more by doing this. Do you know? If you used Qiyao, left and right hands just now, solemnly talk to me If I play one game, then even if I lose, I'll be frustrated at best. But now, my victory looks like a joke."

Yan Shen raised his eyebrows, curled his lips in disdain, turned around to leave, and the hem of the red bright clothes drew a sickle-like sharp arc in the air.

He doesn't care what other people think of him.He is the young master of the Yan family, with a prominent family background. He grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth. Why should he care about how many people hate him and how many people like him?He doesn't owe them anything!There are definitely more people who fear him and flatter him than hate him.

Isn't he a naive little white flower with a sensitive and fragile mind and a staring eyes?

Other people's opinions, other people's joy and anger, have never had anything to do with him.He just wants to go his own way and do what he wants to do.

He just wants to prove that he is strong, nothing more.

"Do you think you can prove yourself like this? Do you think that you can let others look at your personal ability despite your family background? Childish! Naive! Ridiculous!"

Ling Yan could see what Yan Shen was thinking, his eyes were like torches, and he looked directly at Yan Shen's back. The crimson afterglow of the setting sun reflected on Ling Yan, turning his whole body into fiery red.

At this time, Yan Shen was walking down the ring step by step. The servants of the Yan family who were waiting on the side and the outer disciples who fawned on him hurried over, surrounded him, beat his shoulders, squeezed his legs, and even knelt down to him. There are people who wipe the dust off the boots, and they flatter one after another.

"Even if you don't use peerless magic weapon, right hand or left hand, your opponents will definitely not treat you equally. In their eyes, you are still the high and mighty young master of the Yan family. Equality is mutual, and you think you are competing Play them fairly, but sometimes your opponents would rather belittle themselves.

So why bother?Why bother yourself?Those who recognize you will naturally recognize you, and those who do not recognize you are still poking your spine in the dark. "

In the blood-red sunset, Ling Yan wore a dark dress, with a straight back, standing like a cedar tree, with sword eyebrows slanting into his temples, and a pair of black eyes shone with light, like stars in the dark night.

"Do you know how to achieve the most perfect fairness? That is to reincarnate, just like them, from the beginning as a commoner. There is no absolute fairness in the world. Some people have rich family backgrounds, some have beautiful appearances, and some have extraordinary wisdom.

Poor people say that rich and powerful families are unfilial and have many descendants, ordinary people say that good-looking people often have bad conduct, and people who are not smart enough say that wise people mostly look at people with their nostrils.Don't you think it's a dream come true for these people to recognize you? "

"People in the world don't worry about scarcity but inequality. Since you have the advantage of family background, you should make good use of it. The best way for you to prove yourself is to be the young master of your Yan family...and..."

Ling Yan stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at the reflection of his own face on Yin Liangjian, his eyes froze slightly, and slowly continued, "Don't reveal what you want easily. Because the more you don't get what you want, the more you will get it." used as biting satire."

Yan Shen's footsteps stopped.