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Chapter 165

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Many people were shocked by Qin Yan's aura and were secretly shocked.

Of course, there were also people who thought that Qin Yan was boasting and even thought that his brain was damaged.

No matter what, Qin Yan had become the center of attention at this moment. Even a few favored descendants had their spotlight stolen by Qin Yan.

"Go, don't be polite with him."

"This is the Clans Tournament. As long as he doesn't surrender, he deserves to be beaten to death."

"Second Young Master is watching us. If you want a reward, quickly make your move."

Six or seven Houtian Second and Third Level Qin descendants rushed towards Qin Yan. They were like jackals and wolves, and Qin Yan was their prey.

Many people couldn't bear to watch.

Many people thought that Qin Yan would raise the white flag and surrender.

But Qin Yan didn't. He looked at the six or seven people rushing towards him. His body was as straight as a pine tree, and a steady stream of power emerged from his feet. A terrifying aura filled the surroundings. He moved, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, like an eagle soaring in the sky. The entire competition field was his hunting ground, a place where he could move freely. He wanted to vent, and these people in front of him were his targets.

"Qin Yan, no matter how strong you are, you are still trash." A Third Level Houtian descendant roared and punched towards Qin Yan's head.

"I am not trash!" Qin Yan roared, and his huge fist shot out like a laser bullet. He didn't care who was in front of him. Anyone who blocked his path would be crushed by him. A tremendous force and terrifying speed exploded out. The surrounding wind howled, and a Third Level Houtian branch family disciple directly in front of him was directly sent flying.

The bones in his hand were broken, and his facial features were distorted.

Behind this branch family disciple, there were four or five people who were following him, and they were all sent flying by him.

Miserable screams were incessant.

The surroundings were quiet. No one dared to believe the scene in front of them.

"He sent a Third Level Houtian descendant flying with one punch, and even sent four or five Second and Third Level Houtian disciples flying. This is only the strength of a Second Level Houtian?"

"Yes! Who are you kidding! "

"Impossible, how did Qin Yan become so strong? How can his pure strength be so great?"

"This doesn't make sense. Can he cultivate or not?"

"With this kind of strength, even without true qi, he can still fight against a Fourth Level Houtian practitioner!"



One of the clan elders was already laughing loudly: "Very good, at least the strength of a Fourth Level Houtian, this can be considered the backbone of our Qin Clan."

Another Clan Elder chimed in, "Mhm, this child Qin Yan isn't bad at all. I wonder if he cultivated in some kind of strange cultivation technique. But no matter what, with his strength and the fact that he's a disciple of the Zong Clan, we definitely have to nurture him well."

The difference between a Third Level Houtian and a Fourth Level Houtian may seem like a difference of one level, but the difference was like heaven and earth.

Because to breakthrough from Third Order Houtian to Fourth Order Houtian, one must begin to open the eight extraordinary meridians, this was definitely a huge threshold.

In the whole of Huaxia's martial arts world, there were many people below Third Level Precelestial, and those between Third Level and Sixth Level were much fewer. Those above Sixth Level were already considered experts.

Qin Yiming wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't dare to open his mouth.

Qin Yan was twenty-four years old this year. No matter what kind of cultivation technique he cultivated, whether he could cultivate or not, as long as he had the strength of a Fourth Level Houtian, his position in the Qin Clan was not something an ordinary disciple could compare to. Moreover, the strength of a Fourth Level Houtian was not low in itself. Many of the genius disciples in the Zong Clan at this age only had this strength.

Han Rong's face was gloomy, and she couldn't help but spit: "This little bastard actually has this kind of strength. It seems that to deal with him, it will take a lot of effort."

Qin Yan could send several Second and Third Order Houtian disciples flying with one punch. All the arrangements were useless.

On the right side of the spectator stand, a girl's eyes lit up, seemingly pleasantly surprised.

After Qin Yan showed his power, he did not stop.

He looked at the remaining Qin disciples, and no matter who was arranged by his second brother, who was not, he would strike them down one by one.

Punch after punch, kick after kick, the disciples of the Qin Clan flew out one by one.

The scene was extremely chaotic. Every Qin disciple who was close to Qin Yan, whether they were from the Zong Clan or the Zong Clan, was not his match.

"Damn it, one of my bones is broken." Qin Pan regretted, and directly raised the white flag to withdraw from the competition.

"Abnormal, this guy is abnormal." Someone directly ran out of the competition field. He didn't want to be crippled by Qin Yan.

"Second Young Master, we really did our best." A Third Level Houtian disciple was rolling and crawling. He was regretting it now. If he knew Qin Yan was so abnormal, he would never have agreed to the Second Young Master's request.

There were people constantly raising the white flag to withdraw from the chaotic battle. The scene was really too spectacular.

There were even people who didn't even make a move, and were directly killed by Qin Yan. Under Qin Yan's indiscriminate attacks, the group of Qin Clan disciples had long been terrified.

"This Qin Yan's strength is definitely above Third Level Houtian. To put him in the chaotic battle, the Zong Clan really did something like that." Someone couldn't help but complain.

"Yeah, this Zong Clan is too much of a bully." A branch family's Patriarch saw his son sent flying by Qin Yan and was furious.

"This can't be arranged by the Patriarch on purpose, right?" Someone even viciously thought.

When these words came out, many people looked at Qin Yiming with a strange expression.

A branch family's Patriarch asked, "Patriarch, what's going on?"

Qin Yiming really wanted to curse. How could he know what was going on? "I don't know."

This branch family's Patriarch immediately flipped out, "Qin Yiming, no matter what, he is still your son. How could you not know his strength? Now, Qin Yan alone has almost eliminated all of the Qin Clan's disciples. Was this part of your plan from the start? Or is it that you don't even see Qin Yan as your son and don't know anything about him? "

"Me?" Qin Yiming didn't know how to explain. In his heart, he hated Qin Yan even more. Yesterday, Qin Yan applied for the Patriarch's arbitration. Today, he revealed such a strong strength in front of everyone. This was simply going against him.

"Is this how you act as the Patriarch?" This elder from the branch family directly said, not giving Qin Yiming any face at all.

"This damned Qin Yan, he is simply my nemesis." Qin Yan couldn't help but think. Qin Yan became trash, he was ridiculed, and Qin Yan suddenly erupted with such a shocking strength, yet he was still suspected of having ulterior motives.

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore.

A Qin Clan's Patriarch who was presiding over the battle royale directly shouted to stop the battle royale. He looked at Qin Yan and said, "You already have the strength of a Third Order Houtian. You don't need to participate in the battle royale, directly advance!"

Qin Yan nodded. He looked around, his eyes incomparably cold, "Are you all satisfied now?"

Everyone was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

On the stage, there were less than ten people left. They didn't know whether the battle royale should continue or not.

In the end, the Patriarchs of the Qin Clan discussed and randomly picked two people from the remaining people. Together with Qin Yan, they were the three people who advanced in the battle royale.

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