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"Is this what you, Uushiji, call foolproof?"

In the area where the Burning Heaven Clan was located, Fen Yi slapped a Burning Heaven Clan disciple on the face and roared angrily.

The Burning Heaven Clan disciple was so frightened that he knelt down and trembled.

He was the Fentian Clan disciple who was sent by Fen Yi to arrange for people to deal with Ye Qianxing.

"Young... Young Master, I didn't know that boy was so strong. Chen Yun's strength is considered to be at the top level in the sixth group. Young Master, please give me another chance, and I will definitely make arrangements."

The Burning Heaven Clan disciple hurriedly begged for help.

"Okay, you can't do anything with this waste, Ye Qianxing, right? I hope you can persevere until the end. This young master now wants to meet you personally."

Fen Yi clenched his fists and thought viciously in his heart.

After Ye Qianxing finished the battle, he returned to the area where the Great Yan Dynasty was located. Emperor Yan also looked at Ye Qianxing in shock.

"Okay, keep it secret. I saw that your opponent was Chen Yun before. I was worried about you. I didn't expect that you could even defeat him. That guy's strength is ranked among the best in the continent. Among the younger generation, he is definitely one of the best.”

Emperor Yan looked at Ye Qianxing with admiring eyes.

He finally discovered that he had indeed found a treasure.

A being who is proficient in alchemy and has such an evil talent in cultivation is not considered a treasure?

"Hehe, it's actually a matter of luck. Otherwise, it would take some effort to defeat him."

Ye Qianxing scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

He was not being modest at all, he had to say that Chen Yun was indeed very strong, with a strength level of six and five levels, and the demon soul was still a poison-type monster like the Eight-Armed Spider King.

If it weren't for Ye Qianxing's immortal body that made him immune to most toxins, and his divine fire restrained the Eight-Armed Spider King's silk, it would have been really difficult to deal with him.

Chen Yun actually suffered a big loss this time. Otherwise, if he hadn't met Ye Qianxing, he would have definitely advanced to the sixth group of competitions.

Then let Ye Qianxing solve it.

Ye Qianxing has already seen the battles of other members of the sixth group, and Chen Yun should be the strongest among them.

He defeated Chen Yun, and there should be no trouble next.

"Look, your brother from Jiange is out to fight."

Emperor Yan suddenly reminded Ye Qianxing.

Hearing this, Ye Qianxing quickly looked at the fighting platform of the third group. Sure enough, Zhou Lang's proud and tall figure stood on the fighting platform like a giant sword.

And his opponent was a sixth-level and fifth-level demon soul master.

"Your brother seems to be only in the sixth and fourth stages. This game may be a bit troublesome. His opponent is also quite famous among the younger generation in mainland China. His name is Tai Long. He comes from the King of Fighters sect and his reputation is no less than that of Chen Yun."

Emperor Yan frowned and said.

Ye Qianxing acted extremely indifferently.

"I believe him. Level is just superficial. Fighting beyond the level has never meant anything to us brothers."

This is the trust between brothers.

When Emperor Yan heard this, he just shook his head secretly.

Although Zhou Lang is a sword cultivator from Jiange, his strength is generally higher than the normal level.

But the opponent is not an ordinary sixth-level and fifth-level demon soul master. It may be difficult to defeat him by leapfrogging.

However, Emperor Yan did not say it to his face.

Ye Qianxing saw that Emperor Yan didn't believe it and didn't explain it. For this kind of thing, seeing is believing.

"You are the new direct disciple of the Master of the Jiange Pavilion, right? In my opinion, there is nothing special. Could it be that the Master of the Jiange Pavilion is dim-sighted and has seen the wrong person?"

Opposite Zhou Lang was a muscular young man with a pair of boxing gloves on both hands.

Obviously, these gloves are not ordinary gloves.

It should be a spiritual weapon of high grade.

At this time, the young man was looking at Zhou Lang with disdain. This little kid with such a thin body might not be able to hold himself up for a punch.

In terms of age, Zhou Lang is more than a year younger than Ye Qianxing, and is still a few months shy of turning twenty.

In addition, his appearance is childish, with a baby face, so he does look like a little kid.

Facing Tailong's ridicule, Zhou Lang did not get angry, but there were several sword intent lingering in his eyes.

It was obvious that he was angry, but he just didn't show it.

The calmest anger, it seems that Zhou Lang has indeed grown up and matured.

"Master has given me the kindness to know me. Once I am a teacher, I will always be a father. Since you have insulted my master, be prepared to pay the price."

Zhou Lang's voice was calm, but anyone close to the third group of martial arts platforms could feel that there were countless sharp sword blades hidden in the air.

It made them a little suffocated.

Jianyi in the audience sneered, looking at Tai Long with sympathy in his eyes.

"I'm afraid you can't afford the price of underestimating the eleventh junior brother. You can let the master call him the disciple who is second only to the ancestor in swordsmanship in the history of Jiange. How can you, a mere weakling from the King of Fighters sect, be able to ridicule him?"

If Zhou Lang hadn't been so valued by the master of the Jiange Pavilion, how could he send him, Jianyi, to personally escort him?

You must know that Jian Yi is the strongest personal disciple of the master of Jiange Pavilion. Apart from some elders, he is the strongest existence in Jiange Pavilion.

Half-step Demon Soul Emperor, these few words alone are enough to scare most people.