But when Yun Yan saw the disdainful looks below the ring, the two hands under her sleeves clenched tightly.
So what if I use the treasure?
I am the winner!
"Despicable and shameless, you are also called a saint, villain!" In the Yaochi Holy Land, the baby-faced female disciple held the unconscious Yu Qing and shouted angrily at Yun Yan.
The elders of Yaochi did not say anything.
Although the Tiangang Sect's victory this time was a bit weak, there is no rule in this Tianjiao Conference that does not allow the use of treasures, and treasures are also part of one's own strength!
Yu Qing would not lose originally!
It's a pity that she relied too much on the sword in her hand, which turned into a weakness of hers!
"Master Jiuyang, Master Zhuang, disciple..."
"Okay, I don't blame you for this. You did nothing wrong!" Zhuang Xun said.
That Yu Qing probably didn't have any refining treasures.
Otherwise, it would never be so easy for Yun Yan to defeat the opponent...
Yunyan remained silent.
As long as she can become a master, she doesn't care what those people think of her, so she is not wrong!
"You did a good job."
Hearing the voice in her mind, Yun Yan was stunned for a moment, and then raised her head. When she saw Xuanyuan Yan looking at her with a smile, her heart beat faster obviously.
Does he really have intentions for him?
Xuanyuan Yan's eyes stayed on Yun Yan for a moment, then fell on Yun Jiu behind her. Although Yun Yan was not bad, being able to rank among the top three hundred on the Heavenly Ranking should already be the limit!
Now he is more interested in that cloud nine.
And for some reason, every time he looked at Yun Jiu, he would feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Could this be the so-called fate?
Yun Yan could only see Xuanyuan Yan looking this way, with a trace of pride on his lips.
Yun Yan's heart sank slightly just thinking that the scar on her face had not yet recovered!
To this day, she still doesn’t know who the person who hurt her that day was!
If I catch her!
I must make her life worse than death! !
"Sneeze!" Yun Jiu sneezed suddenly, his little nose sore.
Lu Yao and others looked at Yun Jiu together.
"Senior Sister Yun, have you caught a cold?" Lu Yao didn't feel anything was wrong after asking, but why did they look at me like this?
Murong Yu wanted to explain, "Xiu, Xiu..."
Yun Jiu took over the conversation and translated for Murong Yu, "Second Senior Sister wants to say that monks will not catch cold!"
"Yes!" Murong Yu nodded vigorously.
It's good to have a junior sister who understands you.
He only needs to say one word to know what she wants to say!
"Oh..." Lu Yao stuck out her tongue. She almost forgot that the monk's physique is far superior to that of ordinary people and it is indeed not easy to get sick.
It's just that Lu Yao is still a little confused.
If you don’t catch a cold, why do you sneeze?
"What are you doing, junior brother?" Yun Jiu has been paying attention to the arena where Jin Can is standing. On the arena, Jin Can is standing opposite a young man.
The other arenas were all busy, but the two of them had no intention of taking action.
Jin Can was very nervous.
Fifth Senior Sister said that when you encounter an enemy you are not sure of, don't act rashly. If the enemy is immovable, I will not be immovable!
The young man standing opposite Jin Can was also a little nervous.
Why hasn't he taken action yet?
Could it be that he is waiting for himself to take action, then seize his own flaw and defeat himself?
I won't move, let's see how you defeat me!
The two of them were more than ten meters apart. You glared at me and I glared back, but you refused to take action.
The geniuses and monsters from all major sects yawned one after another.
"What are they doing?"
"Are you fighting with artistic conception?"
"As expected of the Tiangang Sect, there are such monsters!"
Only monsters who understand the artistic conception can use the artistic conception to fight and collide, and then judge the winner or loser.
It's just that the artistic conception has not reached the level of artistic conception and cannot be seen by outsiders, so Jin Can and the young man hesitated, staring at each other.
The geniuses of each sect can only make random guesses.
As time goes by, other arenas have changed more than a dozen times, but Jin Can and the boy still haven't moved.
"Which force does that young man come from?"
"Even if it's a battle of artistic conceptions, this time is too long!"
The young man stared at Jin Can and frowned slightly. His legs were sore from standing. Why didn't this guy move?
Jin Can took a deep breath and said, "If you can, please move!"
"Haha, you move first!"
"If you don't move, I won't move!"
"Then let's see who can stand longer!"
The two of them looked at each other with wide eyes.
Those Tianjiao disciples who thought they were fighting with artistic conceptions were slapped in the face and almost vomited blood.
The artistic conception of these two idiots is ridiculous!
They actually stood there staring at each other for a whole hour!
Above the ring, Taoist Moko circled Jin Can, "Why don't you take action? Do you want to stand here until dark?"
"Master, I'm waiting for him to show his flaws!" Jin Can's face was serious. Anyway, if the other party didn't move, he would never move. The worst he could do was stand there until tomorrow morning!
Isn’t it just a penalty for standing?
He was punished by his father to stand up when he was young, but he has never been afraid of anyone!
An hour...
Two hours...
Three hours...
Even the elders of Qianyuan Holy Land couldn't stand it anymore, and some elders even urged the two of them, but these two bastards still had no intention of taking action!
The boy's legs were already shaking a little.
For a monk, you will not feel tired even if you walk dozens of kilometers!
But if you stand motionless, even a monk will feel soreness in your back, leg cramps, and some may even be unable to stand...
"You, are you afraid of me!" The young man shouted to Jin Can, "If you are afraid, just admit defeat!"
Jin Can's face was serious, and he didn't want to accept the young man's provocation at all. "If you're not afraid of me, come here!"
The young man suddenly turned his head and looked down the ring.
He moved!
The moment the young man turned his head, Jin Can suddenly rushed towards the young man.
"you.."
The young man wanted to escape, but found that his legs were no longer in control. Maybe he had stood for too long and had frozen!
Before he could remember to react, the boy had been thrown to the ground, and the two of them rolled into a ball on the spot.
"Let me go!" The young man was pinned down by Jin Can and stared at him with a red face.
Jin Can pressed down on the young man and held his hands firmly down with both hands, "If you admit defeat, I will let you go!"
"You are despicable!" The young man glared at Jin Can.
"It's obvious that you showed a flaw, why do you call me despicable?" Jin Can was confused. He stood for several hours without daring to move his fingers except for blinking.
Isn't this the moment he's been waiting for?
The young man bit his lower lip and suddenly looked behind Jin Can, "Master, he is the one who bullied me, kill him!"
Jin Can looked back subconsciously.
The young man suddenly broke free from under Jin Can and kicked him out.
"Asshole, I'll kill you!"
