: Respond to the fight happily

The island owner suddenly announced the ownership of the seventh seat. It was undoubtedly like a time bomb, and everyone present was even more stunned. It seemed that the stone monkey used the fixed technique in "Journey to the West" and was completely petrified on the spot.

"Um?"

Looking at the scorching gaze focusing on him, Zhao Yan frowned slightly. With his keen six senses, he naturally discovered that many people's eyes were provocative, contempt, and confusion!

Obviously, Zhao Yan's appearance in the air and directly seized the seventh position is not enough to convince the public!

On the way before coming, Zhao Yan listened to some introductions from Elder Wuchen and also had a certain understanding of the status and class of Kirishima.

The disciples in Kirishima are generally divided into four levels. These four levels are.

Island owner.

Elder.

Inner disciple.

Outer disciple.

Among them, the island owner is naturally Lei Li, and this one is the only one with no branches. He is the absolute leader and leader in Kirishima!

The elders are the highest-ranking person besides the island master. There are a total of six elders in Kirishima. Only the elders have the qualifications to enroll disciples.

As for the inner disciples, they are the core disciples of Kirishima. Only disciples above the innate master are qualified to wear purple clothes and become inner disciples. Thus, they choose the faction they want to join.

Finally, this outer disciple is a marginal figure on the island. Most of them are responsible for the coolies and tragic servants on the island. Usually, there are only a few sporadic inner disciples who give a little guidance in their practice. The base is huge, but their growth is particularly slow.

Generally speaking, people with poor strength can only start with external disciples. After a few years of hard work, they will have the honor to enter the innate realm and become internal disciples.

After joining Kirishima, innate masters must start with external disciples. After enduring hardships for a year, they will be able to take off their white shirts, put on purple robes, and become the most popular inner disciples.

It can be said that among all the inner disciples present, except for a few guys with extremely outstanding innate talents, the others were all started by outer disciples, while more people had to endure hardships for many years and work hard and chores before they could barely get the qualification of an inner disciple. Even so, they would have to burn incense and recite the Buddha's name, and they would be grateful.

However, the young man in front of him emerged like a thunderbolt from the sky, and he firmly sat in the seventh seat as soon as he got up! He became one of the seventh elders! He has a high status!

Compared with ordinary disciples, this kind of treatment is simply a world of difference!

Naturally, among the bustling young disciples, there were jealousy, envy, hatred, and red eyes and scolding. The scene was chaotic. However, there was only a lack of people who obeyed Zhao Yan.

Even the five elders present had confusion in their eyes, and they looked at Lei Li with a few traces of inquiries.

"Sitting." Lei Li directly ignored everyone's doubts. With a wave of his hand, someone quickly stepped forward, carefully held a red sandalwood chair, and put it down in the seventh position of the lower head!

"Wow", Zhao Yan waved the hem of his green robe, stepped forward a few steps, and sat down with great strides. He had no scruples at all.

"All disciples, welcome the Seventh Elder!"

Looking at the gazes projected by everyone below, he waved his hand and shouted loudly.

"Welcome to the Seventh Elder..."

"Welcome, welcome the seventh elder..."

"Seven Elders..."

There was a lot of noise in the audience, and the shouts from the crowd were sparse and messy, not as if they were welcoming the Seventh Elder, but as if they were just doing things casually!

Zhao Yan raised his hand and pressed the audience down, then picked up a cup of tea and started to taste it as if no one else was around.

Feeling the neglected atmosphere of the disciples, a hint of unhappiness flashed between his sharp eyebrows. On the high platform, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. After a brief discussion, the four elders Jin Xin, Mu Sen, Shui Miao and Tu Kui accepted this reality and bowed to Zhao Yan and congratulated him.

Only Elder Huo Yan showed a hint of disdain. When his nose trembled, he let out a cold snorted. Obviously, he didn't like the young Zhao Yan very much.

"Master of the Island, this kid is young. Not to mention his qualifications. Even his strength is his strength, I am afraid he will not be able to convince the public!" After a moment, Elder Huo Yan finally couldn't help but said in a deep voice.

"Well? Elder Huo, don't be rude!" Hearing this, Lei Li frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy. He pondered for a moment, then turned his head and smiled at Zhao Yan: "Brother Yan, don't blame him! This world of cultivation is the prey of the weak, and the strong are respected. Without strength, it is indeed difficult to convince the public, so--" Lei Li paused and said softly: "It's better, Brother Yan show his skills."

Before he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Yan. In addition to the five elders present, there were hundreds of inner disciples below, all staring at Zhao Yan with a scorching eyes. Only Elder Wuchen shook his head lightly, lowered his head to taste the tea, and had a fun smile.

"Good tea!" Gently put down the tea cup, Zhao Yan stretched and said, "Since the island owner spoke out to invite me, I am naturally respectful and better obey my orders."

Zhao Yan said lightly, his clear and faint look seemed to have not brought everyone's provocative eyes to his eyes.

"Okay, refreshing!"

Lei Li waved his hand, smiled with a cheerful smile, looked at the battle off the field, and waved: "The competition continues!"

"Senior Brother Mu! Defeat him!"

"War! Brother Huo, you can't be embarrassed..."

"Senior Brother Mu is the most handsome!"

"Senior Brother Mu is the most handsome!"

In an instant, with the island owner's call, the atmosphere off the court rose again. However, everyone's attention was not very focused at this time, and they were vaguely looking forward to the performance of the seventh elder Zhao Yan in the following performance!

Obviously, the true strength of the Seventh Elder! is the key to touching people’s hearts!

The competition between Huo Yan and Mu Lin on the field seemed a bit secondary!

even.

Many people have been urging and even cursing. Obviously, everyone is not very interested in this last-rate competition among inner disciples, and they are determined to urge the competition to end soon to watch Zhao Yan's performance.

"snort!"

Feeling the atmosphere that had dropped a few times around, Huo Yan's face was a little distorted, and Mu Lin on the side had a little unnatural expression. Obviously, as the leader among the inner disciples and the best among his peers, the limelight was suddenly taken away by the new guy, and it was not very pleasant!

This is like swallowing coptis chinensis, and there is no way to express the pain.

However, under the unhelpful urging of everyone, the battle between Huo Yan and Mu Lin was still on schedule!

However, due to Zhao Yan's reason, both of them no longer held back. They used the strongest moves and fought hard!

"Canghuo Fist!"

Huo Yan jumped high, his right fist fell like a meteorite, and he hit Mu Lin fiercely! Mu Lin squinted his eyes and turned his steps. In a moment, he also bullied his body, his palm flew and shouted: "A word is pointed at the sword!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

In the air, Fire's fist suddenly changed. In a moment, it was divided into two, and then divided into two. One fist changed into four fists in the blink of an eye!

In an instant, four fists carrying fire broke into Mulin!

“Huh?”

Looking at Huoyan's moves, Zhao Yan couldn't help but feel shocked, and a little curiosity appeared in his pupils. Huoyan also specializes in fire-type martial arts, and Zhao Yan also specializes in fire-type martial arts. Compared with these two, there are naturally many similarities, and Zhao Yan's curiosity was immediately aroused.

"Hmm? Haha, this second level of the Burning Fire Fist actually aroused the interest of this kid. It seems that this kid is indeed a casual cultivator. He has never seen the world. Even if he has real materials, he can't get it. He is a full countryman!"

Looking at Zhao Yan's appearance, Huo Yan sneered in his heart, turned his head and glanced at the battle in the field, and said with great confidence: "Wait for a while, the third level of the Burning Fire Fist will be displayed, and I believe it will be a final decision!"

The noise in the competition venue was shaking the sky.

"The second level of the Burning Fist!"

The rich man exclaimed and widened his eyes. The golden beetle and Shui Lingzi were also staring at him, not blinking.

"Swish!" "Swish!"

At the same time, Mu Lin's finger sword was also used, and two whistles were heard. With a stroke of Mu Lin's finger, two scratches burst out of thin air and tear them towards the fire!

However, although this Mu Lin cultivated the Yizi Sword to the second level! In an instant, he could only cut out two finger swords, which was obviously a bit different from Huo Yan’s Burning Fist!

Both are the second level of exercises, Huoyan releases four fists!

But Mu Lin only released two scratches!

At this time, a discerning person could tell at a glance that there was a clear gap in the two's skills!

Huoyan’s Burning Fire Fist is obviously much stronger than Mu Lin’s One-word Sword Sword!

However.

"Swish!" "Swish!"

The moment before the collision, Mu Lin's steps turned again. In an instant, the agile figure became blurred, whoosh! Whoosh! Two sounds, the fist shadow carrying the light blue flame fell into nothing!

And immediately afterwards.

"Peng!" "Peng!"

Two explosions sounded, and two scratches instantly collided with the two fist shadows. A deafening roar sound was made, like muffled thunder rolling past his ears, relieving the eardrums.

"Bang!" "Peng!"

At the same time, Huo Yan and Mu Lin retreated repeatedly, and then fell to the ground on their backs. It was obvious that this violent collision, both of them were under heavy pressure.

"Ahem." Mu Lin's face turned pale and looked a little ugly.

On the other hand, the fire on the other side was even more crumbling to the ground and unable to recover.

"Both losers?"

At this moment, everyone present finally got a little interested. They stared at the two people in the field, their hearts tense.

"Ah? Senior Brother Mu!" Shui Lingzi exclaimed, covering his lips with his jade hands.

The scarab was also nervously watching the situation in the field.

Only the rich man was calm and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Mu won this battle."
To be continued...