"Junior Brother Yan has received the award, I wonder if you can still fight?" Qin Shuang smiled modestly and asked Yan Li.
"Of course I can fight!"
Yan Li shouted softly and straightened up. Although he managed to escape just now, his inner palace was injured due to the shock. The only solution now is to use the third soul stab move of "Tianhuang Sword". If this move can't do anything to Qin Shuang, then, He doesn't have to fight either.
"Be careful!"
Qin Shuang raised his long sword and stepped out like a giant spirit god. Every step he took made the arena shake.
After taking three consecutive steps, he approached Yan Li, raised his long sword above his head, and slashed down vertically with an unrivaled momentum.
"boom!"
The long sword tore through the air and screamed.
At this moment, Yan Li felt like a lonely boat in the sea, surrounded by rolling waves and in danger of being submerged at any time.
The long sword was about to approach, and Yuan Changfeng at the edge of the ring couldn't help but tighten his eyes. If Yan Li was in danger, he would take action. After all, Yan Li was the new disciple of the palace master.
"Soul Thorn!"
A soft drink came from Yan Li's mouth, and immediately, his edgeless sword wandered around like a phantom, hitting Qin Shuang's long sword from different angles.
"Um!"
When the two swords touched each other, a strange ripple radiated out. Qin Shuang felt his body tremble, and at the same time, he felt dizzy.
"Dang-dang-dang!"
After several consecutive impacts, his body shook violently, and the dizziness in his mind became more and more intense.
The fierce and invincible swordsmanship also became much weaker.
"Tiangang Palm!"
At this moment, Yan Li suddenly rushed in front of Qin Shuang and slapped him several times in succession. Each time the powerful palm force hit his chest, he would be forced to take a few steps back.
"Bang bang bang!"
After hitting several consecutive palms, Qin Shuang had already retreated to the edge of the ring, and with the last palm, he used all his strength.
"boom!"
Qin Shuang's body flew out like a broken kite and fell under the ring.
"Wow! Wow!"
Yan Li staggered and almost fell to the ground. He opened his mouth and vomited two mouthfuls of red blood, and his face turned pale.
Although the soul stab used just now worked, the collision with Qin Shuang was real. Several consecutive hits made his injured inner palace even more seriously injured.
Fortunately, he achieved the final victory!
"Senior Brother Yan!"
Xue Zhan and Yao Lingfei got on the ring to support him, with expressions of concern on their faces.
"I'm fine!"
Yan Li waved his hand, took out an elixir from his arms, drank it, and then stayed in the lotus position to heal his injuries.
After a while, he opened his eyes and stood up slowly. His injuries were stable, but it would take some time to recover before he could return to normal.
"I announce that Yan Li won the first place in this inner sect competition!" Yuan Changfeng said in a long voice.
Immediately, water-like cheers came from below, and Yan Li's name was shouted in unison.
Yan Li smiled slightly, and then got off the ring with the support of Xue Zhan and Yao Ling.
"Junior Brother Yan, are you okay?" Qin Shuang walked over and said slightly guiltily.
He shook his head, "Thanks to Senior Brother Qin for your relationship, I'm fine!"
"That's good! That's good!" Qin Shuang said repeatedly.
The top spot has been decided, but the game will continue because Yan Li's injury has not yet recovered, so he ordered Uncle Wu to send him back to the courtyard.
"Uncle Wu, I want to heal my wounds, don't let anyone disturb me!"
"yes!"
After returning to the room, Yan Li went straight into the Hunyuan space. Time in the space was five times slower than in the outside world, which gave him more advantages in healing.
After five days in the Hunyuan Space, only one day had passed in the outside world. Yan Li walked out of the Hunyuan Space, exited the room, and found that Xue Zhan and others were there.
"Senior Brother Yan, how are your injuries?"
"It's okay. By the way, what was the result of the competition?" Yan Li asked.
Xue Zhan replied: "Senior Brother Qin won the second place, Shentu Hanxiang was third, Lin Jingyun was fourth, Nangong Yong was fifth, Meng Wushuang was sixth, Lin Huai was seventh, Wenren Xiaoxian was eighth, and Ren Qiukuang Ninth, Zuo Han is tenth!”
Immediately, Yao Ling, Situ Xue and the others told Yan Li the story of the competition and told him that the palace master would personally summon the top ten people the next day and distribute the rewards for this competition.
After confirming that Yan Li was fine, Xue Zhan and others left.
But Yan Li frowned and thought about it. What surprised him most in this competition was not Qin Shuang's performance, but Lin Jingyun.
This good brother among the top ten, his cultivation level far exceeded that of the same period. At the same time, his talent in swordsmanship also surprised him secretly.
He remembered that in his previous life, Lin Jingyun had just entered Ningyuan, a few days later than him. What was the reason that made his entry so fast
With a thought in his heart, he decided to talk to Lin Jingyun. After all, in his heart, he was the closest person except Long Ziyue.
After a while, Yan Li came outside the courtyard where Lin Jingyun lived and knocked on the door. There was no response for a long time. A disciple of the inner sect happened to pass by and asked.
"I have seen Senior Brother Yan. Senior Brother Lin should be practicing swordsmanship in the back mountain!" The disciple said very politely. Since Yan Li became the number one, he is the well-deserved senior brother of the inner sect. Therefore, others no longer call him junior brother. Instead, call him senior brother.
"Okay, thank you!"
After thanking him, Yan Li went straight to the back mountain. Before he got close, he heard sword whizzing.
In an open space, a snow-white figure was practicing swordsmanship. The stainless steel sword in his hand had turned into a white sword, moving back and forth at extremely fast speeds.
Suddenly, he slapped his palm on a big tree that was barely a man in his arms. Hundreds of fallen leaves fell, and the light of his sword shone like a brilliance.
The next moment, the sword light disappeared, and hundreds of fallen leaves were chopped into two halves.
"What a fast sword!" A voice of praise suddenly sounded, but it was Yan Li who came outside the clearing.
"Why are you here?" Lin Jingyun put away her sword and glanced at Yan Li lightly.
Yan Li smiled slightly, "I admired Junior Brother Lin's swordsmanship during the battle the day before yesterday, so I came here to make friends. I wonder if Junior Brother Lin is willing to make me his friend!"
"Yan Li, who are you?" Lin Jingyun asked with a strange expression on his face.
Yan Li was slightly shocked and stared at Lin Jingyun closely: "My original name is Li Li, and I am the son of Prince Li Wuming of Dayun Kingdom!"
"Really! I remember you should be dead!" Lin Jingyun said confusedly.
However, Yan Li was shocked when he heard this and stared at Lin Jingyun in disbelief, because he thought of a possibility that Lin Jingyun might also be reborn.
Because Li Li did die in his previous life, Yan Li originally thought that he was the only one who knew this secret. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but excitedly said, "Junior Brother Lin, do you know Liang Chen and Long Ziyue?"
Lin Jingyun's eyes suddenly shrank, and then a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "Who are you? Why do you know about Liang Chen and Long Ziyue!"
"Hahaha!"
Yan Li couldn't help but laugh to the sky. From Lin Jingyun's reaction, he was sure that this guy must have been reborn, otherwise, he would never know about Liang Chen and Long Ziyue.
After laughing, Yan Li walked quickly to Lin Jingyun and lowered his voice and said, "Beside the bright stream, there is a beautiful woman taking a bath with a black mole on her chest!"
Lin Jingyun's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, but then he was overjoyed and looked at Yan Li dumbfounded, "You... you are him!"
Yan Li smiled and nodded.