After three days of small competitions within the peak, Chu Yan passed all the way and went straight to the group finals, which shocked everyone. Everyone thought that Chu Yan had just broken through to the third floor of the Qi training period, and his strength must be unstable. Even the cultivators can''t beat them, but the reality is that their eyes are destroyed.

    Chu Yan reached the group finals without using a single ray of spiritual power or casting a single spell, relying only on a domineering big iron rod and brute force.

    Chu Yan''s real strength now has the eighth level of Qi training, and after forging his body in the black beam of light, his physical strength is now enough to compete with the tenth-level cultivator in the Qi training period, plus the big iron rod weighing more than 200 pounds. , a cultivator of ordinary strength is really not Chu Yan''s opponent.

    Today is the group final~

    A man with a stern face stood opposite Chu Yan. The man''s name was Zhao Yunhai, and his strength had reached the fifth level of the Qi training period.

    "Chu Yan, I have to admit that you are a character, but your brilliance will come to an end today. You know the gap between the mid-qi training period and the early Qi training period!"

    Zhao Yunhai looked at Chu Yan with a hint of admiration in his heart, but at the same time there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, someone wanted Chu Yan''s life, and a little guy like himself could only do what he wanted.

    "let''s start!"

    Chu Yan said lightly.

    "Okay, today I''ll see how your mortal soldier resists my fairy magic weapon~ Come out!"

    Zhao Yunhai spit out the word, and saw a three-foot flying sword flying out of his savings bag, with a light blue light on it.

    "go~"

    Zhao Yunhai recited the sword tactic in a low voice, and pointed at Chu Yan with one finger, and the flying sword struck at Chu Yan.

    "Who do you think will win this time?"

    "Nonsense, of course Zhao Yunhai, do you think that mortal soldier can fight against magic weapons?"

    However, in the next moment, the man''s eyes widened:

    "Bang~"

    Chu Yan held the iron rod in both hands and slammed towards the flying sword. The sound of a huge metal crash was heard, and the flying sword was directly sent flying by such a huge force.

    "What?? Is that really an ordinary iron rod?"

    "Can you fight with the magic weapon? This~"

    "Chu Yan hasn''t used his spiritual power yet~"

    ...

    The onlookers all had expressions of surprise on their faces. Zhao Yunhai was pale at this time, the magic weapon was damaged, and he was also injured.

    "kill~"

    Zhao Yunhai roared angrily and recited the sword art again, the light blue light above the flying sword suddenly flourished and flew towards Chu Yan again.

    A faint smile appeared on Chu Yan''s face, and he walked towards Zhao Yunhai step by step.

    "Bang~"

    The flying sword attacked from Chu Yan''s side, and was still smashed by Chu Yan with a stick~

    "Bang~"

    The flying sword came from behind Chu Yan again, and Chu Yan smashed it with a stick like a long eye in the back of his head~

    "Bang bang~"

    Under the eyes of everyone who looked at a monster, Chu Yan smashed the flying sword to Chu Yan again and again, and kept approaching Zhao Yunhai.

    "Bang~"

    The flying sword was smashed by Chu Yan again, and Zhao Yunhai stood in front of Chu Yan with blood on the corner of his mouth.

    "Do you want to fight again?"

    Chu Yan smashed the flying sword away again, carried the iron rod on his shoulders, and said indifferently.

    "I haven''t lost yet~"

    At this moment, Zhao Yunhai suddenly stretched out a hand from behind, and a light blue light thorn condensed out of his hand.

    "Die~"

    Low-level four-pattern spell: Aoki thorn

    "Too slow~"

    Chu Yan said lightly, and a fist appeared on Zhao Yunhai''s side and bombarded his stomach. Zhao Yunhai''s body directly turned into a ''bow'' shape, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out and flew out of the ring.

    "Chu Yan No. 18, win!"

    The referee read out the results after a brief stunned moment.

    On the fourth day of the small competition within the peak, the final winners of the fifty groups were decided one after another.

    Fan soldiers are hard against magic weapons, and their physical strength is extremely abnormal. The deeds about Chu Yan have spread throughout the entire Feilong Peak again. In everyone''s eyes, Chu Yan is not like a cultivator, but more like a mundane warrior.

    "Mu''er, you just let me do things like this?"

    Qi Tianlie snorted coldly.

    "Master, my apprentice didn''t expect this Chu Yan to hide so deeply, but no matter how strong his physical strength is, he is only at the third level of Qi training. As long as the competition continues, he will die sooner or later."

    Qi Diaomu respectfully said that every one of Chu Yan''s opponents had been told by Qi Diaomu''s team that they must kill Chu Yan during the battle, but Chu Yan''s performance was unexpected.

    In a corner of the square

    Chu Yan was still sitting alone on the big iron rod, his eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

    "Chu Yan, Senior Sister wants to see you!"

    Huang Xiaowen did not know when she appeared beside Chu Yan.

    Chu Yan smiled lightly, without too many emotional fluctuations, Chu Yan can already face Hua Mengqi calmly.

    In a remote grove of Feilong Peak~

    "Xiaowen, you go first~"

    In the grove, only Chu Yan and Hua Mengqi were left.

    "Chu Yan, I didn''t expect you to be~"

    "If you have something to say, Big Sister, just say it!"

    Chu Yan''s cold words interrupted Hua Mengqi.

    Hua Mengqi felt colic in her heart, but she also knew that all of this was her own fault, "Chu Yan, Shizun wants you to die, Senior Brother Qi Diao has already let those who fight with you kill you, with your current status You are strong~ You can run away~"

    A cold smile appeared on Chu Yan''s face: "Are you finished? My Chu Yan''s life and death now seem to have nothing to do with Senior Sister!"

    Hua Mengqi''s delicate body was shocked, and she remembered a wild word ''huo'' written in blood on the divorce letter that Huang Xiaowen brought back. Yes, he has already divorced himself.

    "Chu Yan, I just don''t want you to die~"

    Hua Mengqi looked gloomy.

    "What if I don''t die? What if I die? It''s all my own business. Since I choose to give up, I don''t need to have anything to do with it anymore.

    Chu Yan''s voice was cold, and he turned to leave.

    "I~"

    Hua Mengqi was about to speak, but at this moment, Chu Yan turned around abruptly, pulled Hua Mengqi closer to her arms, and pressed Hua Mengqi''s head with one hand.

    The two kissed their lips tightly together~

    Chu Yan''s kiss was very domineering, Hua Mengqi felt dizzy after a short resistance, and she didn''t think about it anymore, she closed her beautiful eyes and let Chu Yan ask for it, two lines of tears poured down from it, tears Flow into the lips, is bitter.

    For a long time, the lips are divided~

    Hua Mengqi opened her eyes and looked at Chu Yan with complicated eyes.

    "This is what you owe me. From now on, you and I will say goodbye to strangers."

    Chu Yan''s words stabbed deeply into Hua Mengqi''s heart.

    The long-held picture reappeared in his mind:

    A little boy said to a young girl, "Senior sister, when can I kiss you?"

    The girl was shy, "You, when you are sixteen years old, I~I will let you kiss~"

    Whose tears did that kiss burn?

    ps: Burned my tears, the results are very sad, I hope everyone will support, everyone''s support is the driving force of Xiaoqian''s writing! Please recommend, favorite, thank you~