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He looked up and saw the black mass of people in front of him.

We squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the stage set up by the Yan Family.

The gongs and drums boomed in the sky, and the red satin fluttered in the wind.

A young fellow who looked like a servant stood in the middle of the ring, incessantly striking the copper gong in his hand three times as he hollered.

The Yan Family had a lot of power, and many people wanted to climb up to them. The news had been released long ago. It spread like wildfire, ten to a hundred, a hundred to a thousand. Not only did the locals flock here, there were even many who had specially come from outside the city.

It was now noon. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden light down.

The Winter Solstice was just a few days away, and the sun was not very hot anymore. However, it was a bit stuffy with so many people huddled together.

The servant seemed to have felt the golden splendor from the sky as he raised his head to look. With a "Oh!", he threw the copper gong in his hand below the arena and took a few steps forward, walking to the edge of the arena.

Before he could say anything, he heard a sharp whistle.

Everyone present raised their heads and looked over.

A red large eagle swept past her head, swept up a burst of flame wind and landed on the stage.

The red-robed, red-haired Yan Nan jumped down from the large eagle's back and stood shoulder to shoulder with the large eagle that had retracted its wings.

What was astonishing was that he was not even as tall as the large eagle. In comparison, it was half a head shorter.

Seeing Yan Nan, the crowd erupted into cheers, and endless flattery could be heard.

"Good skill, as expected of someone from the Yan Family."

"Yan Family is indeed worthy of being the strongest family in Yunnan, and all they have taught are talented young people, not only is they good-looking, their skills are even more dexterous and dexterous. Even the large eagle beside me was able to tell that it was extraordinary with a single glance. Truly admirable, admirable. "

Yan Nan's expression did not change as he listened to the flattering and flattering of the crowd below. He only looked at the servant in charge of the bazaar and said: "A Jiu, it's time to start the bazaar."

Hearing that Yan Nan was actually the young master of the Yan Family, the audience gasped in surprise.

"I never thought that he would actually be the young master of the Yan Family. No wonder he has such an imposing manner."

"The young master of Yan Family lives up to her reputation. It's fine if she is handsome, but her kung fu is so good. She has truly shamed us to the point of being ashamed."

"Even so many outstanding people are still working hard, what reason do we have to give up? There was a certain amount of reason why a reputable family was called a reputable family. "Well, I'll have to redouble my efforts."

Of course, there were also words of flattery and envy, as well as words of jealousy and mockery.

"What young master Yan Family? "She's just an ordinary kid who relies on her family background. If I had a family background like his, I wonder how much stronger I would be compared to him."

These words resonated with many people.

But no one dared to say it out loud, they were only secretly jealous in their hearts, and all of them had the same idea, which was that they felt that they would definitely be able to get out of this stage, and that they would have already eaten this so called "Young Master Yan Family", it was just an empty embroidered pillow.

I stood below the stage, my gaze continuously shifting between the red large eagle and Yan Nan.

The one guarding the combat arena is Yan Nan? In the end, he was still the young master of the Yan Family.

But if it was the large eagle beside him, wouldn't that be even more ridiculous? Using a single eagle to guard the arena, wasn't this looking down on all the heroes of the world? No matter what, the Yan Family is still a big family, they wouldn't do something that would offend everyone right?

The servant called A Jiu coughed a few times and cleared his throat, then said loudly: "Fellow heroes of the four sides, thanks everyone for your appreciation of my Yan Family, but you all despise me."

"Today, I have received orders from the family head to place the stage. One, to form a friendship with all the heroic elites in the family, and two, to recruit talented people."

"Everyone, if you wish, please come up to the arena. However, the skill required is shallow, and can only be used against one opponent at a time.

What? This little servant was actually standing on the stage? Aren't you underestimating me this way?

My heart jolted and my gaze gradually shifted towards the crowd below the stage.

The crowd also burst into an uproar as the discussions continued without end.

Lao Wei said: "This Yan Family does not put people in her eyes at all. It's clearly a stage for recruiting talents, but it makes it seem as if everyone is begging them."

Shen Qu said: "That's normal. Yan Family is, after all, the strongest family in Yunnan, how could she be willing to lower her head so easily? Moreover, among these so-called 'Four Great Heroes', there were also many who sought fame. "If you lower yourself to the point of being belittled by these people, then you really won't feel comfortable."

Yang Jiao said, "Strange, strange. Could it be that the Yan Family didn't know anything about the movements of the 'Long Teng Group'? She actually dared to openly recruit talents at this time. Wasn't she afraid that the 'Long Teng Group' would take the opportunity to sneak in? Could it be that this was a trap set up by them, and they were waiting for someone to jump in? "

I didn't listen much to what other irrelevant people said. They only heard what Lao Wei, Shen Qu and Yang Jiao said.

Before he could ponder over it, he heard a loud shout from the crowd.

When everyone turned to look, they saw that the man had already went up the stage and was standing opposite of A Jiu.

He was short and fat, like a meatball. He held a short axe in each hand. His face was dark, and his expression was fierce. He said, "How can I help you? Please enlighten me."

A Jiu brushed the corner of his clothes, cupped his fists, and bowed to He Qing, and said: "Please."

He Qin gave a cold snort. His pair of axes collided with a crisp "Pong" sound. A strong gale was produced as it struck over.

A Jiu's expression suddenly turned cold, his footsteps slanted, and his entire body released a red flame that could be seen with the naked eye, his body floated lightly, and said: "This black ball of yours is truly rude!"

He Yun leaped up, the fat on his body trembled as he raised his hands above his head and used a move called "Splitting Mountain" to strike at A Jiu, saying: "Who dares to be polite with a little servant like you? Now that you have insulted me with your words, I will definitely not forgive you! "

A Jiu let out a cold laugh. His body swayed, and the heat wave suddenly rose, before He Xiao could even land on the ground, his body had already flashed behind him. A Jiu lightly slapped his palm and said: "This move, 'Splitting Flower Mountain', is too fierce, if it doesn't work, I still have to go home and practice it for a few more years."

He Biao's expression changed as he said, "How do you know …" Before he could finish his words, he felt a scorching pain in his heart. His hands went limp, and with a scream, he fell off the stage.

A Jiu scoffed, he did not look at He He He anymore, he returned to the center of the stage and spoke clearly: Who else wants to go up to the stage to enlighten me?

When everyone saw this scene, their faces sank. The contempt from before was already gone.

Some were surprised, some were confused, some were serious, and some were terrified.

Yan Nan gently stroked the feathers of the large eagle beside him, his eyes filled with arrogance.

I stared at A Jiu and suddenly remembered something.

Their Yan Family's internal technique also seems to be the "Vermillion Bird's Divine Inflammation Power". If I were to go up on the stage and fight, I will definitely be seen through by them.

Even if I possess the "Hengping", "hollowed-out palm" and "Mohun's sword technique" now, if I lose the "Vermillion Bird's Divine Inflammation Power", this most important internal technique, then their power will be greatly reduced. How could I possibly be a match for this A Jiu?

Before I could come up with a solution, another figure jumped out.

The man leapt up onto the stage and stood in front of A Jiu.

White robe with a phoenix shoe, jade crown ring with a Damascus iron fan.

His face was like jade, and his figure was tall and slender. He gently waved the iron fan in his hand. He was indeed a gentle and refined young master.

A Jiu returned the courtesy and said, "Please."

As soon as he finished.

Lu Xuan snorted lightly, the Damascus Steel Fan opened up, and with a flick of his wrist, a few sounds could be heard. There was a hidden concealed weapon within the bone, it flew straight towards A Jiu.

A Jiu frowned, he did not dodge nor dodge, both of his hands intersected, and using the force of the defensive palm, he activated Scarlet Flame and said: "This technique, 'Fan Gu Hua', is more than nimble, but it is not strong enough. Although it has not reached the Dominating Refinement realm, but I can still barely move it up." He then said, "Master Lu, you have watched my palm attack."

A Jiu pushed off with his feet and his figure flashed. He was no longer in sight, only leaving behind an afterimage with scarlet flames behind.

Lu Xuan was greatly frightened. He had just performed a move, and his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

He kept moving his body, without a trace of his previous elegant look, and kept moving around on the stage, trying to catch traces of A Jiu.

I don't know where the thought came from, but I suddenly shouted, "Be careful of the top of your head!"

Hearing this, Lu Meng did not think too much. He spun the iron fan in his hand and used both hands to support the fan as he lifted it towards his head.

Flames flashed, and A Jiu appeared on top of his head.

He held ChiYan's palms and pressed down, pressing them down right on top of Lu Meng's iron fan. )

When the two forces intersected, there was no longer any chance for him to use trickery.

A Jiu's strength was obviously much higher than Lu Tong's.

Lu Meng had only held on for a few breaths before the iron fan shattered. It vomited out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backwards.

A Jiu withdrew his palm in time. Even though he had injured Lu Meng, he had not died on the spot.

He won two people in a row, and it didn't seem like he needed much effort.

Although there were a lot of people below the stage, none of them dared to underestimate this Yan Family servant.

They thought to themselves, "Yan Family is already so powerful with just a servant, then how powerful is this young master of the Yan Family? Yan Family is indeed worthy of being the number one clan in Yunnan. With such strength, you are definitely worthy of this reputation. "

My face grew more and more serious.

Seeing A Jiu's ease in fighting an enemy, it was obvious that he had not used his full strength yet.

Somehow, I felt like retreating.

Yang Jiao seemed to have seen through my thoughts, and said: "Old pervert, you aren't thinking of escaping right? I feel like you should be able to beat this guy.

I said, "It's hard, this guy obviously hasn't used his full strength yet. God knows how much more strength he's still hiding."

Lao Wei said, "Old Xiao, why do I feel that this guy's skills are a little similar to yours? It's all because of Chi Yan, could your master be the Yan Family? "