Chapter 14: Whose Tears Were Scorched?

  The match between Feng Nei Xiao Bi lasted for three days, and Chu Yan cut through the levels one by one, directly killing his way to the group finals, shocking everyone. People had originally thought that Chu Yan had just broken through to the third layer of the Qi Refining stage and must be unstable in power, but generally, a Qi Refining stage three-layer cultivator couldn't even win, yet reality crushed their eyes.

  Chu Yan arrived at the group finals, without using a single thread of spiritual power, without casting a single spell, relying solely on a powerful iron rod and a body of brute force.

  Chu Yan's current actual strength is at the 8th layer of Qi Refining, and after tempering his body with the black light pillar, his physical strength is now enough to rival that of a 10th-layer Qi Refining cultivator. Adding to that the massive iron rod weighing over 200 jin, ordinary cultivators are no match for Chu Yan.

  Today is the group final match ~

  A man with a cold face stood opposite Chu Yan, this person's name was Zhao Yunhai, his strength had already reached the fifth layer of the Qi Refining stage.

  "Chu Yan, I have to admit that you're a formidable opponent, but your brilliant performance ends today! You know the difference between mid-term and initial term of Qi training!"

  Zhao Yunhai looked at Chu Yan with a hint of admiration in his heart, but at the same time, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. Someone wanted Chu Yan's life, and as a small person, he could only obey orders.

  "Let's get started!"

  Chu Yan's words were faint and distant.

  "Alright, I'll see how your ordinary soldiers can withstand my divine artifact today... Come out!"

  Zhao Yunhai spat out a single word, and a three-foot flying sword flew out of his storage bag, emitting a faint cyan glow.

  "Go ~"

  Zhao Yunhui muttered the sword mantra, pointing a single finger at Chu Yan, and the flying sword struck towards Chu Yan.

  "Who do you think will win this time?"

  "Nonsense, of course it's Zhao Yunhai, do you think that ordinary soldier can withstand a magical artifact?"

  But the next moment he stared with wide eyes:

  "Hmm"

  Chu Yan's two hands grasped the iron rod and swung it at the flying sword with great force, producing a loud metallic crashing sound. The flying sword was directly shaken off by such a huge force.

  "What? Is that really just an ordinary iron rod?"

  "Can you compete with the law? This ~"

  "Chu Yan has not used his spiritual power yet."

  ……

  The onlookers were all shocked, Zhao Yunhai's face was pale at this time, his magic tool was damaged, and he was also injured.

  "Kill"

  Zhao Yunhai let out a loud roar and once again whispered the sword incantation, causing the pale blue glow on the flying sword to surge forth once more as it flew towards Chu Yan.

  Chu Yan's face broke into a faint smile as he walked step by step towards Zhao Yunhai.

  "Hmm"

  That flying sword came from Chu Yan's side, but was still knocked away by Chu Yan with a single stick.

  "Hmm"

  Fei Jian launched another sneak attack from behind Chu Yan, but Chu Yan was like a person with eyes in the back of his head and knocked him flying once again.

  "Hmm~"

  Under the gaze of the crowd like a monster, Chu Yan lightly and casually smashed the flying sword away from Chu Yan, while constantly approaching Zhao Yunhai.

  "Hmm"

  The flying sword was knocked out again by Chu Yan, and Zhao Yun's mouth was full of blood as he stood in front of Chu Yan.

  "Do you want to hit again?"

  Chu Yan once again threw the flying sword away and carried the iron rod on his shoulder, saying calmly.

  "I haven't lost yet~"

  At this moment, Zhao Yunhai's hand suddenly stretched out from behind his back, and a pale blue light condensed in his hand.

  "Die!"

  Low-Rank Wood Style Jutsu: Wooden Thorn

  "Too slow!"

  Chu Yan's faint words had already appeared beside Zhao Yunhai, a punch struck his abdomen, and Zhao Yunhai's body immediately arched into a 'bow' shape. Then, a mouthful of blood spurted out, flying out of the arena.

  "Eighteen Chu Yan, win!"

  The judge read out the verdict after a brief pause.

  On the fourth day of the peak inner small comparison, the final winners of 50 groups were decided.

  All the soldiers were shocked by the hardness of Fa's equipment, and the news about Chu Yan spread throughout Fei Long Peak again. In everyone's eyes, Chu Yan didn't look like a cultivator at all, but rather more like a secular warrior.

  "Mu Er, is this how you're going to handle things?"

  Qitian Lie let out a cold snort.

  "Master, I didn't expect Chu Yan to be hiding so deeply. However, even if his physical strength is stronger, he is only at the third layer of Qi Refining stage. As long as the trial continues, he will eventually meet his demise."

  Qī Diāo Mù said with reverence, these past few days, every one of Chǔ Yán's opponents had been informed by Qī Diāo Mù's people that they must go all out to defeat Chǔ Yán, but Chǔ Yán's performance was beyond everyone's expectations.

  In a corner of the square~

  Chu Yan still sat alone on top of the large iron cauldron, his eyes deep and profound, no one knew what he was thinking.

  "Chu Yan, your senior sister wants to see you!"

  Huang Xiaowen appeared beside Chu Yan at some unknown time.

  Chu Yan smiled faintly, without much emotional fluctuation. He could already face Hua Meng Qi calmly.

  A secluded small forest in Feilong Peak

  "Xiao Wen, you go first~"

  In the small woods, only Chu Yan and Hua Meng Qi were left.

  "Chu Yan, didn't expect you to actually ~"

  "Go ahead and say what you want to say, Master!"

  Chu Yan's icy words interrupted Hua Meng Qi.

  Huā Mèng Qí's heart was in agony, but she also knew that all of this was her own doing. "Chǔ Yán, the Master wants you dead, and Qiǎo Diān Shī Xiōng has already ordered those who fought against you to take your life. With your current abilities, you...you should escape quickly!"

  Chu Yan's face revealed a cold smile: "Are you done? It seems that my life and death have nothing to do with Big Sister now!"

  Hua Mengqi's body shook, and she remembered the divorce letter that Huang Xiaowen had brought back, with a bold "break" character written in fresh blood. Ah, he had already broken up with himself.

  "Chuyan, I just don't want you to die."

  Hua Mengqi's expression turned gloomy and she said.

  "What can I do if I don't die? What's the point of dying? Those are my own affairs, since I've chosen to give up, there's no need to have any more involvement. 'The sacred and the mundane are different, don't force it!' That's what my senior sister taught me, farewell."

  Chu Yan's voice was icy cold, and he turned around to leave immediately.

  "I"

  Hua Meng Qi was about to speak but stopped, just then Chu Yan suddenly turned around and pulled Hua Meng Qi into his arms, one hand pressing down on her head.

  The two people's lips were tightly pressed together.

  Chu Yan's kiss was domineering, and after a brief struggle, Hua Meng Qi felt dizzy and had no other thoughts. She closed her beautiful eyes and let Chu Yan take what he wanted. Two lines of tears flowed down from them, and the tears flowed into their lips, bitter and sour.

  After a long time, their lips parted.

  Huā Mèng Qí opened her eyes and looked at Chǔ Yán with a complex gaze.

  "This is what you owe me, from now on we are strangers, farewell."

  Chu Yan's words pierced deeply into Hua Meng Qi's heart.

  That long-sealed scene once again emerged in his mind:

  A little boy said to a famous girl: "Sister, when can I kiss you?"

  The girl blushed, "You, when you turn sixteen, I...I'll let you kiss me"

  That kiss, who scorched whose tears?

  P.S: Moved me to tears, the results are quite tragic, hope everyone will give more support, your support is Xiao Qian's writing motivation! Collect, thank you ~