Evil Venerable

"Junior Brother Yan won the prize, I wonder if you can still fight?" Qin Shuang asked Yan Li with a modest smile.

"Nature can fight!"

Yan Li yelled softly and straightened his body. Although he managed to get away just now, the inner palace was injured by the shock. The only way to do now is to use the third soul-invoking stab of "Sword of Heaven and Desolation". If this move can't help Qin Shuang, then, He doesn't have to fight anymore.

"Be careful!"

Qin Shuang raised his long sword, and stepped out like a giant spirit god. Every step he took would shake the ring.

After taking three steps in a row, he approached Yan Li, raised his long sword above his head, and slashed down with an unmatched momentum.

"boom!"

The long sword tore through the air, screaming.

At this moment, Yan Li felt like a solitary boat in the ocean, surrounded by tumbling waves, and was in danger of being submerged at any time.

The long sword was about to come to his body, and Yuan Changfeng's eyes on the edge of the ring couldn't help tightening his eyes. If Yan Li was in danger, he would make a move. After all, Yan Li was the new disciple of the palace lord.

"Soul thorn!"

A soft drink came out of Yanli's mouth, and immediately, his Wufeng sword swam like a phantom, hitting Qin Shuang's long sword from different angles.

"Ok!"

When the two swords touched, a strange ripple radiated out, Qin Shuang felt his body tremble, and at the same time, a sense of dizziness came over him.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang!"

After several consecutive impacts, his body shook violently, and the dizziness in his mind became more and more intense.

The ferocious and invincible swordsmanship also became much weaker.

"Heavenly Gang Palm!"

At this moment, Yan Li suddenly rushed in front of Qin Shuang, and slapped several palms in succession. Every time the powerful palms hit his chest, he would be forced back a few steps.

"Bang bang bang!"

After hitting several palms in a row, Qin Shuang had already retreated to the edge of the ring, and made the last palm with all his strength.

"boom!"

Qin Shuang's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell under the ring.

"Wow! Wow!"

Yan Li staggered from his feet, almost fell to the ground, opened his mouth to spit out two mouthfuls of bright red blood, and then his face turned pale.

Although the soul thorn was effective just now, the collision with Qin Shuang was real. Several consecutive hits made his injured inner mansion even worse.

Fortunately, he won the final victory!

"Brother Yan!"

Xue Zhan and Yao Lingfei got on the ring and supported him, with expressions of concern on their faces.

"I'm fine!"

Yan Li waved his hand, took out a elixir from his bosom, took it, and then healed his wound on the spot.

After a long while, he opened his eyes and stood up slowly. His injury was stabilized, but it took a period of training before he could return to normal.

"My seat announces that Yanli will win the first place in this inner sect competition!" Yuan Changfeng said in a long voice.

Immediately, cheers came from below, shouting Yan Li's name in unison.

Yan Li smiled slightly, and with the support of Xue Zhan and Yao Ling, he got off the ring.

"Junior Brother Yan, are you alright?" Qin Shuang walked over and said with a little guilt.

He shook his head, "Thank you, Brother Qin, for your relationship, I'm fine now!"

"That's good! That's good!" Qin Shuang said repeatedly.

The first place has been decided, but the competition will continue, because Yan Li's injury has not recovered, so he ordered Uncle Wu to send him back to the courtyard.

"Uncle Wu, I want to heal my wounds, don't let people disturb me!"

"Yes!"

Back in the room, Yanli went straight into the Hunyuan space, where the time was five times slower than outside, so it was more advantageous for healing.

After five days in the Hunyuan space, only one day passed outside, Yan Li walked out of the Hunyuan space, out of the room, and found that Xue Zhan and others were there.

"Senior brother Yan, how is your injury?"

"It's okay, by the way, what's the result of the competition?" Yan Li asked.

Xue Zhan replied: "Brother Qin won the second place, Shentu Hanxiang the third, Lin Jingyun the fourth, Nan Gongyong the fifth, Meng Wushuang the sixth, Lin Huai the seventh, Wenren Xiaoxian the eighth, Ren Qiukuang Ninth, Zuo Han tenth!"

Immediately, Yao Ling, Situ Xue and the others told Yan Li about the process of the competition, and told him that the Palace Master will personally summon the top ten winners in the future 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 the most in this competition was not Qin Shuang's performance, but Lin Jingyun.

This good brother in the top ten, his cultivation base far surpassed that of the same period, and 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 for his entry so quickly?

With a heartbeat, he decided to talk to Lin Jingyun, after all, in his heart, besides Long Ziyue, he was the one closest to him.

After a while, Yan Li came to the courtyard where Lin Jingyun lived, knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time, just happened to be a disciple from the inner sect passing by, and asked each other.

"I have seen Senior Brother Yan, Senior Brother Lin should be practicing swords in the back mountain!" The disciple said very politely, since Yan Li became the number one, he is a well-deserved senior senior brother in the inner sect, so others no longer call him Senior Brother, Instead, it's called Senior Brother.

"Okay, thank you!"

After thanking him, Yan Li went straight to the back mountain, and before he could get close, he heard the howling of swords.

In an open space, a snow-white figure was practicing swordsmanship, and the steel long sword in his hand had already turned into a white horse, moving back and forth extremely fast.

Suddenly, he slapped a palm on a big tree that no one could hold in his arms, hundreds of fallen leaves rustled down, and the sword light shone brightly.

The next moment, the sword light disappeared, and hundreds of fallen leaves were cut in half.

"What a fast sword!" A voice of praise suddenly sounded, but it was Yan Li who came out of the open space.

"Why are you here?" Lin Jingyun put away his long sword, and gave Yan Li a faint look.

Yan Li smiled slightly, "The day before yesterday in the arena, I admired Junior Brother Lin's swordsmanship so much, so I came here to make friends. I don't know if Junior Brother Lin is willing to make me a friend!"

"Yan Li, who are you?" Lin Jingyun asked with a strange expression on his face.

Yan Li's heart was slightly shocked, and he stared at Lin Jingyun closely: "My original name is Li Li, the son of Li Wuming, the prince of Dayun Kingdom!"

"Really! I remember you should be dead!" Lin Jingyun said without thinking.

However, Yan Li was shocked when he heard the words, 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 the 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 shrank suddenly, and then a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "Who are you? Why do you know Liang Chen and Long Ziyue!"

"Hahaha!"

Yan Li couldn't help laughing up to the sky. From Lin Jingyun's reaction, he was sure that this guy must have been born again, otherwise, he would never have known about Liang Chen and Long Ziyue.

After laughing loudly, Yan Li walked quickly to Lin Jingyun's side and lowered his voice, "By the Ming River, a beautiful woman is out of the bath with a mole on her chest!"

Lin Jingyun's expression suddenly changed when he heard the words, but then he was overjoyed and stared at Yan Li dumbfounded, "You...you are him!"

Yan Li smiled and nodded.