"This feels good!"
The jar of strong liquor entered his stomach and turned into a red-hot knife, burning hot and painful.
Flashing Dance Net
Wang Yan tossed away the wine jar and wiped away the wine stains at the corner of his lips. His usually delicate and fair face now glowed red.
He looked tipsy, but his eyes were not drowsy at all. Instead, they looked even clearer.
"The Azure Dragon Twelve Fists is not a low rank technique, right?
This is the first time I've seen you use it. "
Looking at the blushing Cang Jin, Wang Yan stared at him unblinkingly.
Hearing this, Cang Jin revealed an ugly smile.
"Actually, I didn't want to use this technique at all. Because … it's a technique from my clan."
"But today, I was provoked by Cang Feihong. So …"
Wang Yan interrupted Cang Jin. "I'm not trying to get to the bottom of this. I'm just curious because I've never seen you use it before."
After saying that, Wang Yan reached out and gently patted his shoulder a few times. Then, he suddenly grinned.
"You and I are brothers. In the future, we will drink the strongest alcohol and kill the strongest enemies."
"As for what happened in the past … let's not talk about it now. We just have to do our best in the Ancient Hidden Territory."
Cang Jin nodded wordlessly. Looking at Wang Yan, his tiger-like eyes shone with a strange light.
"Boss, wh-what happened to your arm?"
Faced with this sudden question, Wang Yan was first startled. Then, he chuckled and shook his head.
"Broken arm … let's not talk about it. I can only blame myself for meeting the wrong person and not understanding others."
Then, Wang Yan turned and walked back into the house. His frail silhouette made Cang Jin feel a sense of desolation.
Wang Yan had never talked about his past. Although Cang Jin did not ask, he was very curious.
This was because a genius like Wang Yan would be the center of attention in any sect.
Even if he wasn't sent to the Jinling Dynasty, he would at least be an outstanding figure among the core disciples of the three temples.
However, such a monstrous figure had actually joined the Sun Sect, which was ranked second among the nine sects.
Although the Sun Sect was already a colossus and a top-notch sect to many people, in front of the Three Palaces, it was like an ant.
Previously, Cang Jin had also thought that Wang Yan had joined the Sun Sect entirely because of him.
But now, it seemed that wasn't the case. However, he had no way of knowing Wang Yan's past.
"Could it be that Boss is a destitute young master of some super family?
Or is he a young master from a top aristocratic family? "
Watching Wang Yan's figure disappear, Cang Jin shook his head expressionlessly, but his mind began to become active at this moment.
…
The next day.
The scorching sun rose on time once again, showering its scorching rays on the earth.
In the Inner Court Square, the temporarily built arena was overcrowded with people. As far as the eye could see, there was a dense crowd of people moving about.
Yesterday was the first day of the qualification battle. Most of the participating inner court disciples were below the fifth stage of the Star Forging realm.
But today was different. It seemed that after Yu Hanhai announced the rules of the qualification battle, those who had a high cultivation base could no longer hold themselves back.
Wang Yan, who came alone, was like a clay ox entering the sea. He didn't cause any sensation.
Because at this moment, everyone was nervously looking at a young man on the arena who was shouting out a challenge.
"Hey, thunder?
Why did this guy jump out? If no one accepts his challenge, he will get a spot! "
"Who dares to accept his challenge?
Thunder?
He is at the peak of the eighth stage of the Star Forging realm. Who here can be his opponent? "
"What you said reminds me of a person. This person should be able to suppress thunder?
Suppress. "
As his voice fell, this inner court disciple ignored the questions of others and began to look around.
Suddenly, a thin, one-armed figure came into view. The disciple was instantly overjoyed.
"Okay, don't ask anymore. Can he suppress thunder?
People are already here, shhh … "
Thunder?
It was the young man on the arena. He was tall and handsome, but cold and deep.
From time to time, his long and narrow eyes would emit a cold light that could frighten one's soul.
"Who wants to fight with me?
If there is no one, then it would be impolite of me to refuse this spot. "
His cold words, mixed with strong Astral Power, spread far and wide.
For a time, there was not the slightest sound in the crowd. It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
"I'll give it a try."
At this moment, a clear voice sounded.
In a split second, everyone turned their heads to look at the source of the voice.
Thunder?
Frowning, they looked towards the source of the voice. A thin figure slowly approached from the path that had been opened.
His empty sleeves fluttered with each step. It was very abrupt.
But thunder?
His pupils suddenly contracted, and a trace of seriousness appeared on his cold face.
This person was Wang Yan!
"I'm not talented, so I want to give it a try. Senior Brother Lei, please."
Walking slowly into the arena, Wang Yan calmly made a gesture of invitation. He did not attack, but looked at Thunder with a smile.
A person's name was like a tree's shadow.
The one-armed man. Thunder?
Of course he had heard of it.
And he also understood that he could make a name for himself in the Hidden Dragon Sect not by spreading rumors, but by strength!
"Wang Yan?"
"That's me."
After a brief question and answer, Thunder thought for a moment.
After pondering for a moment, a brilliant light shone from Zhang Xuan's eyes, and a powerful aura surged out from his body.
"Cut the crap. Let's fight!"
Thunder drew a circle with his hands.
He drew a circle with his hands and streams of astral power gushed out and circled around his arms.
His eyes turned cold as he looked at the indifferent Wang Yan. Both of his palms struck out at the same time!
The next moment, Thunder disappeared.
He disappeared, and two palm prints that were close to materialization came one after another.
"Behind me!"
"No, above me!"
"That's not right. Behind … Thunder?
What kind of trick is he playing?
Is he showing off his skills? "
The surrounding disciples instantly shouted, but no one could accurately say where Thunder was.
Thunder's position.
At this time, the motionless Wang Yan suddenly stretched out his right foot and stepped forward.
In a split second, two Wang Yan's appeared on the arena. Their expressions were the same, as if there were two of them.
"This, how is this possible?!"
Thunder?
Thunder's figure appeared, stopping at the place where Wang Yan had just stood.
Xiao Chen watched in a daze as the two Wang Yans casually shattered the two palm imprints he sent out earlier.
"Soul Extinguishing Palm!"
In less than a breath of time, Thunder recovered.
The aura unique to the peak of the 8th stage of Star Forging erupted!
Following that, star power crazily gushed out. He slapped his palm towards the two Wang Yan's.
The star power that permeated the world seemed to be attracted, and all of it rushed towards Thunder's palm.
Thunder's palm.
In an instant, the star power in his palm turned pitch black, as if it had been dyed with ink.
"I'll make you change! Break for me!"
As the palm slammed down, a terrifying aura that could split one's soul instantly filled the air.
A huge pitch-black hand appeared in the void, enveloping the two Wang Yan's and slamming them down ruthlessly!
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