That is to say, you and I are competing, and it is not yet known who will win and who will lose?"

Wan Junshan furrowed his brows, stared at Yan Lan and said with slight displeasure.

In Wan Junshan's opinion, even if Yao Yuebai said such a thing, he would be faintly unconvinced.

The ranking between the clubs, in addition to the strength of the competition leader, the members of the club will also affect the ranking of the club.

Wan Junshan has always believed that the strength of the members of the Wanjun Society is too weak, and the good members are snatched away by other societies, which causes the ranking of the Wanjun Society to be so much lower than that of the Yuebai Society.

In fact, except for the top three societies, there is not much difference in strength between the other thirty-three societies.

If they tear each other's faces and risk their lives to fight, I am afraid that the ranking of these thirty-three societies will change drastically.

Yan Lan smiled and nodded without hesitation: "That's right." If Senior Wan Jun is a little soft, he may still be lucky to win. ”

Wan Junshan snorted coldly: "Good boy, you can beat Yao Yuebai first." ”

The corners of Yue Yuebai's mouth lifted lightly: "Senior Brother Yanlan, do you know that you are the one who has the most crazy attitude towards me among all the new students I have met. ”

Yan Lan glanced around and said with a smile: "In the bones of all the students of the Thunder Lion Academy, who is not arrogant? However, I just want to climb a little faster than others, so I will inevitably be in a hurry." ”

Yaoyue shook off her white-sleeved robe and said proudly: "Then I will accompany you to fight." ”

"No, Yuebai Sect Leader, please allow me to try the edge of Junior Brother Yanlan!"

Among the members of the Yuebai Society, a thin man stood out of the crowd.

Everyone stared at the thin man, this person's name was Xiao Chenxing, and he was the number one member of the Yuebai Society, second only to Yao Yuebai in strength.

It was rumored that Xiao Chenxing was the most promising student in the Yuebai Society.

Yan Lan looked at Xiao Chenxing coldly and said, "Your strength is not weak, but it is useless to me, please don't waste your strength." ”

Xiao Chenxing squinted his eyes and said, "What is a waste of strength? If you defeat me, you can prove that you are a half-step power, if you can't defeat me, you are not qualified to challenge the head of our Yuebai Society." ”

Yan Lan nodded and said, "Okay, then it will be as you wish." ”

Xiao Chenxing's body moved, fell on the battle platform, and with a wave of his right hand, a three-foot green blade hung in front of him.

The sword is like autumn water, flickering cold, like the stars at dawn.

Xiao Chenxing said indifferently: "My sword, except for half a step of power, the rest of the people can't deal with it calmly, and even if they are not careful, they will be seriously injured." Senior Brother Yanlan, your cultivation is not weak, I will not show mercy to my subordinates. ”

Yan Lan smiled: "Senior, please." ”

Yan Lan took a step across and came to the opposite side of Xiao Chenxing, with his left hand behind him and his right hand hanging on his waist, looking calm.

Xiao Chenxing stared and said, "You don't use a sword magic weapon?"

Yan Lan was conceited and said: "If I sacrifice treasures, it will be the day of my life." I don't want to hurt my fellow students, so I don't use treasures. ”

After Yan Lan finished speaking, there was an uproar all around.

"A conceited little guy, with the same temperament as the old man. ”

"Proud, not bloodthirsty, not a villain. ”

"But the sword of Xiao Chenxing, the power is close to half a step, and the powerful move, Senior Brother Yan Lan can really bear it?"

"Yes, Liao Procedure can rank first among the members of the ninth-ranked Yuebai Society, which has its own extraordinary. With its strength, if it weren't for being preempted by the Yuebai Society, it would be enough to enter the top three societies. ”

"It's a possibility. The top three clubs are not accessible to ordinary students. Those three societies send a member at random, and they can all be ranked in the top three, or even first, among other societies. ”

"If Junior Brother Yan Lan is better than Morning Star, then his strength will be incredible. ”

"It's incredible. In his early twenties, he has a half-step powerful cultivation, and it seems that there has never been such a demonic thing in the entire history of the Lion Kingdom. ”

"The world is so big, there are no surprises, maybe it's just that I'm narrow-minded and don't know. ”

“......”

There are all extraordinary cultivators in the Thunder Lion Academy, and even if a conflict breaks out, there is a lot less anger, not like those low-level cultivators who are unabashed, blindly scolding.

Xiao Chenxing's eyes froze, and he nodded: "Since you are bent on going your own way, then be prepared to bear all the consequences." Yunliu teacher, can I start?"

Su Yunliu said: "Yes!"

In the distance, the old man in feather coat and the old man with the purple sword were still staring at Yan Lan.

The old man in the feather coat smiled: "The Thunder Lion Academy has been going on for many years, and the challenge is not so exciting!"

The old man with the purple sword said, "There really isn't. The performance of the cautious generation is naturally not as wonderful as the wild generation. ”

The old man in feather robe said: "You are ironic that Yan Lan is a wild person?"

The old man with the purple sword said: "Yan Lan is still young, he is a stubborn stone that needs to be sharpened. ”

The old man in the feather coat shook his head and said, "I think this is very good, why do you want to shape students into no personality?"

The old man of the purple sword chuckled and said, "The world of cultivation is so vast, with its personality, sooner or later it will cause trouble. Proper convergence often has unexpected benefits. ”

The old man in feather clothes said: "Perhaps, this is Yan Lan's deliberate wildness, because he is confident in his own strength!"

The old man of the purple sword said: "I'm afraid that he will do what he wants for a long time, and he will lose the ability to retract and release freely and judge the situation." ”

The old man in the feather coat shook his head lightly and said, "The talent is natural, and the wisdom is the same, so don't worry too much." ”

The old man with the purple sword said, "Let's watch this battle first!"

......

Yan Lan still maintains a chic posture like the wind.

Xiao Chenxing's right hand was round in the air, and the sword technique moved rapidly, and suddenly the three-foot autumn water turned into a three-hundred-zhang giant blade, with stars lingering, as if it had the power of ten thousand stars, and the momentum was extraordinarily majestic.

The entire battle platform seemed to be pressed down to death.

Yan Lan squinted his eyes, the sword of the Morning Star was not much better than the Sky Tribulation Sword.

Sure enough, the strongest monks are all hidden in the Thunder Lion Academy, they don't have to care about the safety of the imperial border, they just need to enjoy the huge resources of the imperial kingdom and cultivate with peace of mind.

If they make a move, it must be the time when the imperial kingdom is at a critical moment.

Xiao Chenxing said loudly: "Ten thousand stars and one sword, all things are destroyed!"

"......"

The sword momentum is like a rainbow, and a force that overwhelms the mountains and seas, with the speed of thunder, rushed straight to Yan Lan.

Yan Lan still didn't move.

The students were secretly frightened and shouted that Yan Lan was too big.

Even if it's a half-step power, you can't be so capricious!

When Wanxing's sword was about to approach Yan Lan, Yan Lan stretched out two fingers and drew a graceful arc in front of him.

"Thunder burns the sky!"

Yan Lan used his fingers as a sword and cast a thunderous anger to burn the sky.

A thousand-zhang thunder sword was born in the sky, and with an unparalleled momentum, it instantly broke through the Ten Thousand Stars Sword of the Morning Star, without any sense of lag.

In the blink of an eye, the blade reached the neck of the Dawn Star, only an inch away, and froze.

Xiao Chenxing held his breath, he clearly felt the coldness coming from his neck, if Yan Lan wanted to kill him, he was dead now.