The empress was still a pitiful little child and was adopted by me

"Who the hell won?"

"Don't think about it, it must be a thousand-year-old son, a thousand-year-old boy is his own real strength, then Xiao Yan, I don't know what medicine he took, and he is also worthy of touching the porcelain thousand-year-old son?"

"That's not necessarily, this Xiao Yan's sense of oppression just now is too strong, nothing will happen to the thousand-year-old son, right?"

"The millennium young master will definitely win, he has always been the legend of Yancheng!"

The smoke and dust dissipated, revealing a scene in the square, and the people were horrified to see the destroyed floor.

This is not an ordinary floor, and ordinary innate powerhouses cannot break this bluestone floor.

Otherwise, the Yancheng Dabi would not have been held here.

But now, where can I still see a complete piece of bluestone, all of which has been reduced to fragments and powder.

In the deep pit, the two figures were on one side, motionless, and it seemed that they could not tell the winner for the time being.

"Poof!"

After a breath time, Xiao Yan spurted out a mouthful of black blood, his body shook, and then he half-knelt on the ground.

On the edge of his black clothes, a fragment of the corner of his shirt fell, and the edges were neatly cut.

On the other hand, Mo Qianqian is still standing in place, his white clothes are like snow, and he is not stained with a wisp of dust.

When his physical body, strength, and skill increase were not weaker than Xiao Yan's, how could he be defeated?

What's more, how could the thousands of years of combat experience in the previous life be compared to Xiao Yan, a half-man who works behind closed doors?

"You're defeated, Xiao Yan."

Mo Qianqian said lightly, dozens of long swords around him behind him, showing his style.

Just like in his previous life, Xiao Yan looked at him indifferently and said: You are defeated, Mo Qianqian.

"Huh!"

With a wave of Mo Qianqian's hand, these long swords returned the same way and returned to the hands of their respective masters.

"Those swords that were destroyed, with the hilt of the sword, can go to the Mo family to seek compensation."

At the same time, Mo Qianqian's voice also spread throughout the main square.

"The thousand-year-old son is mighty!"

"It's too strong, in the scene of a hundred swords flying together, my sword is also one of them!"

"It's a pity, I brought my sword if I knew it, it can be used by the millennium son, and the value can be multiplied several times!"

"Although Xiao Yan has gotten rid of the name of waste, how dare he challenge the thousand-year-old son, he is really asking for his own hardship!"

"Yes, thousand-year-old young master, that is the peerless pride of our Great Chu Empire, just Xiao Yan, and he is also worthy of touching porcelain?"

The laughter of the crowd kept ringing in Xiao Yan's mind.

After ten years of forbearance, he thought he could soar to the sky, but why, with the teacher's teaching and help, he still failed?

Xiao Yan's eyes gradually turned scarlet, and a touch of madness appeared in his eyes.

"Teacher, I can't be defeated, I have to defeat Mo Qianqian, I want to prove that I am not a waste!"

"Xiao Yanzi, calm down, if you continue like this, you will be counterattacked by the exercises!"

"No, teacher, I must defeat Mo Qianqian today, otherwise he will always become my inner demon."

"Alas, the master underestimated Mo Qianqian's talent, and never expected that he not only hid his strength, but also a sword formation master who is unique in ten thousand."

"The most terrifying thing is that his increase multiple has also reached three times, which can only be done by the Innate Extreme Realm, this Mo Qianqian, I am afraid that he has the capital to impact the Innate Extreme Realm."

"Xiao Yanzi, the coming day is long, with the teachings of the teacher, you will definitely surpass Mo Qianqian in the future, and when the time comes, when you meet him again, you can easily defeat him."

"No, teacher, I want to defeat him now, I told Xi'er, this time I must prove myself and prove that I can be worthy of her."

"Calm down Xiao Yanzi, you are not his opponent now, take retreat as advance, a year later, the Northern Tianjiao Conference, that is the stage for you to show."

"Teacher, I don't care, I'm going to beat him now, now!"

The old voice was silent, and looking at Xiao Yan's crazy appearance at this moment, he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"That's it, your body can't withstand the power of the Foundation Building Realm, the Innate Extreme Realm is not enough to defeat Mo Qianqian, I will lend you some soul power, but after that, the teacher will sleep for a while..."

The first step in fate has changed!

Since then, the road to the future has led to a brighter future.

After this battle, he went to the imperial capital to find the path to the innate extreme realm.

But as he walked, Mo Qianqian's footsteps stopped again.

At his feet, the rubble shook slightly, and then slowly floated into the air.

The power of the soul....

Mo Qianqian turned around and saw Xiao Yan standing up slowly, his eyes full of madness.

"Mo Qianqian, I haven't been defeated yet, how much aura do you have to continue to fight now?"

Xiao Yan laughed, beside him, there were already countless broken stones, and the powerful soul power swept all over the world.

Build the soul power of the base!

"This Xiao Yan, there are even hole cards?"

"What kind of power is this? Isn't that something that only transcendent can do?

"Then you are lonely and weak, this Xiao Yan is still a soul cultivator, looking at this power, I am afraid that the soul level has reached the foundation building realm!"

"The thousand-year-old young master is in danger, the earth-shattering collision just now must have exhausted the thousand-year-old young master's aura, how to fight against the current Xiao Yan?"

The people around exclaimed again, I didn't expect Dabi to change again!

Xiao Yan is like Xiao Qiang, who can't be killed, and his hole cards are one after another.

"Reiki, I really don't have much."

Mo Qianqian's expression was still very light, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

Compare soul power with me....

Don't you know that I have the soul power that was infinitely close to the Emperor Realm in my previous life?

Although due to the strength of his physical body, he can only exert the power of building the base now, but it is not a problem to deal with Xiao Yan at this moment.

"Mo Qianqian, the ultimate victor, is me!"

Xiao Yan roared, and countless broken stones were sharpened by him, and then attacked towards Mo Qianqian.

"Whoosh!"

One by one, the sharp stone nails made a sound of breaking through the air, and stabbed towards Mo Qianqian at an extremely fast speed.

Looking at the stone nails that shot out, Mo Qianqian stretched out his hand, but no aura was released to block these stone nails.

"Huh!"

When these stone nails were three feet close to Mo Qianqian's side, they suddenly stopped, as if they had encountered a barrier that could not be broken through.

"What I'm best at, and it just so happens to be, soul power."

Looking at Xiao Yan's shocked expression, Mo Qianqing smiled.

"Poof!"

The next moment, Mo Qianqian's hand was lightly grasped, and these stone nails suddenly turned into powder and floated to the ground.

"Do you have any other means?"

Mo Qianqian looked at Xiao Yan lightly, he snapped his fingers lightly, and the long sword behind him flew out, and then he got up and stepped on the long sword.

Looking at Mo Qianqian standing on top of the flying sword, Xiao Yan clenched his fist tightly, and blood flowed out.

Even if he used his soul power, he was still defeated.

Why, why is this happening, why does Yancheng have him Xiao Yan, and there will be a thousand years!

"Alas, as a sword formation master, how can the soul power not be strong, the dual cultivation of spiritual law, this thousand years, is also qualified to compete for the king of Tianjiao, Xiao Yanzi is still too tender, on the way to growth, only pressure, will be more hard and unforgettable."

In Xiao Yan's spiritual sea, the soul body sighed lightly, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at Xiao Yan's appearance, Mo Qianqian remembered.

In his previous life, wasn't he like Xiao Yan, who pinched his nails into his flesh?

"I'm waiting for you at the Northern Regions Tianjiao Conference, I hope you can really rely on your own strength to fight with me."

After speaking, Mo Qianqian stepped on the flying sword and left the main square.

The next thing in Yancheng has nothing to do with him.