About a quarter of an hour later.
The young woman was almost exhausted. She looked at Chen Yan in front of her with an unstable breath, tightly gripping the big knife, and continued to attack Chen Yan.
There was a clang sound, which was the sound of the broadsword and the long sword colliding.
Chen Yan felt a numbness and pain in her arm holding the Tianzhou Divine Sword. She quickly distanced herself from the opponent and then raised her sword to sweep across!
boom!
The young woman raised her knife to block the blow, but was knocked back several steps by the force. Blood trickled from the corners of her mouth, but her eyes still held a fierce, unyielding look.
She wants to pass the Xia Sanxu competitive exam!
Must do!
She raised the sword, and a powerful spiritual power instantly covered the sword, emitting a golden light.
The young woman moved and came in front of Chen Yan.
"Heaven-reaching Slash!"
As the sound fell, the golden blade instantly distorted the surrounding airflow, broke through Chen Yan's defensive spiritual shield, and attacked Chen Yan directly.
Although Chen Yan raised his sword to defend himself, he was still knocked to the ground by the attack.
The young woman took advantage of the situation and pursued Chen Yan with her sword, swinging it again and again.
Very fast!
Chen Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly turned over to avoid the blade. Then he turned his wrist slightly, swept the sword, and forced the young woman away.
The battle between the two was extremely fierce.
But gradually, the young woman ran out of strength and was unable to keep up with the battle.
Chen Yan naturally noticed this.
After a few more rounds, the young woman discovered that Chen Yan was giving her water, and she stared at Chen Yan with complicated eyes.
She thought Chen Yan was a very strange person.
The two fought for several more moves, and finally Chen Yan was defeated.
The two judges said to the young woman in unison, "Congratulations! You've successfully passed the Lower Three Ruins competition exam. Do you wish to leave the Ten Directions Ancient Ruins, or continue your competition at the Middle Three Ruins?"
Upon hearing this, the young woman glanced subtly in the direction of Chen Yan, then replied, "Head to Zhongsanxu."
"Okay, please get ready, you will be teleported to Zhongsanxu soon." said the little girl.
"My name is Quan Qingshu." The young woman suddenly said, "Thank you."
Chen Yan looked at her, "Chen Yan."
Soon, Kwon Chung-sook was teleported away.
The two young referees' eyes fell on Chen Yan. "Excuse me, competitor, do you want to return to the competition hall, or do you want to continue participating in the competition?"
"Go on." Chen Yan didn't hesitate.
"Then please be prepared to participate in the next competition."
Chen Yan nodded slightly.
And in the next seven days, Chen Yan participated in the competition continuously.
After winning nine games in a row, she would lose the tenth game and then start a new round of competitions.
It repeats itself over and over again.
In these nine days, she only lost five games.
And she lost all five of these competitions on her own initiative.
Chen Yan had been competing for nine consecutive days and her body was extremely tired, but her fighting spirit was getting stronger and stronger, as if she was caught in a cycle.
This cycle not only did not make her feel bored, but instead made her more and more interested.
Because she could feel her strength improving little by little through such training.
Chen Yan finished another competition.
…
At this moment, somewhere in the Xia Sanxu competition venue.
The young man in purple crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the fluctuating crystal screen before him. He seemed to have noticed something, then raised his eyebrows with interest. "Hey, come and take a look."
"What are you looking at?" Several people came over curiously.
The purple-robed man curled his lips and smiled. "Look, in just nine days, someone actually won five consecutive competitions, but lost the tenth competition every time. Do you think this is just bad luck? Or is there something else going on?"
"It can't be bad luck." Someone frowned and shook his head.
The purple-robed man smiled and said, "That's what he did on purpose."
The woman in white pointed to the results displayed on the crystal screen. "These people also won nine games in a row, but suddenly lost in the tenth game. Moreover, they started competing at the same time."
"That is to say, they are in the same group." The man in gray said indifferently.
The purple-robed man raised his eyebrows slightly. "What do you think they are up to? It really makes me curious."
"What? Do you want to take action?" The woman in white looked up at him.
The purple-robed man smiled and said, "Don't you want to?"
The man in red, who had been silent the entire time, slowly said, "It really makes me eager to try it."
The purple-robed man's smile deepened. "Then let's see who can first figure out their intentions. The first person to get the information out will have the right to order the others to do something. How about that?"
"Okay." No one had any objection.
Just as they were about to enter the competition teleportation array, they suddenly sensed something, their faces changed abruptly, and they all looked towards the source of the breath.
When they saw who it was, they were shocked.
Immediately, they hurriedly saluted the visitor respectfully.
"This subordinate pays homage to Master Young God."
"Where are you going?" A gentle male voice sounded slowly.
Not daring to hide anything, they told what had just happened.
The gentle male voice sounded again, "If they have potential, you should know what to do, right?"
"We understand!" Several people quickly bowed their heads in response.
They naturally knew that Master Shaoshen was always short of manpower, so he was constantly recruiting people with potential.
They came out of seclusion this time to complete the recruitment task ordered by Lord Shaoshen.
"That's good, you guys go." Shaoshen's voice was soft and sounded gentle.
"Yes, Master Young God!"
They agreed timidly, then looked at each other secretly.
After entering the competition teleportation array, their nerves were no longer so tense.
The woman in white frowned and asked, "Why did Master Young God come to the Lower Three Ruins in person?"
The purple-robed man also revealed a serious expression. "It seems that the Young God is very serious about recruiting potential talents this time. Otherwise, why would such a noble person like the Young God condescend to come to the Lower Three Ruins?"
The gray-clothed man said, "So, let's put the bet aside for now and finish our responsibilities first."
Among the ten ancient ruins, the most desirable place is the Ruins of Gods.
But getting to the Ruins of God is not easy.
Either they are powerful or they have noble bloodline.
There are many quasi-gods in the Ruins of Gods, and these quasi-gods have another nickname: young gods.
There are now sixteen quasi-gods in the Ruins of Gods, that is, sixteen young gods.
At this moment, the Lord Young God they had just mentioned slowly walked to the crystal screen and locked onto the name of a competitor at a glance: Chen Yan.
The young god narrowed his eyes and spoke in an ambiguous tone.
"Chen Yan, you are finally... back."
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