Ye Haochuan has a very good memory. Although he has only read it once, he has already remembered all the people on the Qingfeng List. This Tang An is at the 99th place in the Qingfeng List and is at the end of the list.

Those who can be on the Qingfeng list are all geniuses, and Tang An is no exception.

In the first game, Ye Haochuan could only praise his luck for being so bad.

On the other side, Tang An had already struated his head and walked up to the stage with a swagger, glanced at the crowd, and said impatiently: "Who is Ye Yichuan? Why don't you come up and die?"

As a master on the Qingfeng List, after hearing the other party's name of Jijiji, he had already decided that he would win, so his expression was extremely relaxed.

Ye Haochuan shook his head and smiled, and slowly walked to the center of the square.

Tang An glanced at Ye Haochuan and instantly felt the aura on Ye Haochuan's body, but he was only in the early stage of the true immortal, and he looked bored.

"So it's an ant in the early stage of the true immortal. I said, boy, you should give up and don't waste my time!"

There is no specified level for the selection meeting, so in order to allow their children to show their faces, many family patriarchs brought to participate in the selection meeting before their cultivation reaches the true immortal.

But everyone knows that these people are just for showing off their faces, and no one will think they have the opportunity to enter the South Gate.

Ye Haochuan obviously belongs to this category in Ye Hongmao's definition.

In fact, he didn't know that the Temple also considered such things. Those who were weak will face powerful opponents in the first round, which would avoid these people from entering the subsequent events due to luck and wasting everyone's time.

It is precisely because of this reason that Ye Haochuan fought against Tang An, who was recognized as a master in the first round.

Not only Tang An, but everyone around him did not think that Ye Haochuan could win, and perhaps admit defeat, he could also save him from suffering.

Only Tang Yucheng didn't care, but looked at the stadium with anticipation.

Ye Haochuan ignored Tang An, walked to the battle position on his own, took out Fang Tian's painting halberd, and stared at Tang An with a calm expression.

Seeing that Ye Haochuan was directly ignored by his words, Tang An was immediately angry and snorted coldly: "Little ant, you dare to pretend to be in front of me, seeking death!"

After saying that, he held a sword in one hand and rushed straight towards Ye Haochuan.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that his sword is not of use for much strength. He probably just wanted to humiliate Ye Haochuan and let the latter know how big the gap between him and he is.

Of course Ye Haochuan knew what Tang An mean. He just wanted to tell everyone that he could clean up Ye Haochuan with a casual blow.

In response to this, Ye Haochuan was not angry but happy. The Fangtian Painted Squid in his hand was like a dormant poisonous snake, ready to go.

In the blink of an eye, Tang An's sword was already close.

He was not a complete idiot. He also used 10% of his strength to use this sword, which was equivalent to a blow from a mid-stage cultivator of the True Immortal stage. In his opinion, with this level, he could easily take Ye Haochuan down.

Seeing Ye Haochuan standing still motionless, he sneered in his heart: "Idiot, weren't you very arrogant just now? Now I'm stunned? This time, I must give you a long memory."

Just as he was thinking, Ye Haochuan suddenly moved.

Fang Tian's painting halberd was like an attacking poisonous snake, suddenly piercing out from a tricky angle, and the sound of sharp blade cutting the air was very harsh.

Tang An didn't care, thinking that a monk in the early stage of the True Immortal could have some ability. This halberd must be as weak as it is. If it is fast, it will be fast, and its power will be mediocre.

In his blinking eyes, Fang Tian's painting halberd hit his long sword.

Tang An suddenly felt a powerful force coming, almost causing the sword in his hand to fly away.

"No, I'm careless!" Tang An suddenly realized and wanted to use his means to defend himself.

But he underestimated the enemy just now, and he had no defensive means or preparation in his body. He had no choice but to force his way to retreat.

Withdrawing a few steps, he stood firm, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

To deal with an ant in the early stage of the True Immortal, he failed to succeed with one blow, and was beaten to retreat in a mess. This was simply embarrassing.

"Die for me!" Tang An stood up all over his body, and he stared at Ye Haochuan with anger, as if he wanted to swallow Ye Haochuan alive.

Ye Haochuan curled a smile on his lips, took back the halberd, wiped the blood from the tip of the halberd, and said lightly: "You have lost!"

"What a bullshit? I was just careless just now and didn't use any effort to block you. Do you really think that you won this way?"

After saying that, he didn't wait for Ye Haochuan to reply, and rushed forward with his sword.

As soon as he rushed to the scene, he heard a cold snorkeling, and then a powerful and boundless pressure swept him away for dozens of meters in an instant, landing on the edge of the square.

Chen Man's figure appeared on the field at some point, glanced at Tang An and said coldly: "If his halberd had not been collected in time just now, you would have been a corpse at this time."

Tang An stood up blankly, subconsciously touched his throat, and found that there was indeed a shallow scar, which was overflowing with blood.

His face suddenly turned pale and he shouted at Ye Haochuan: "Boy, I was careless just now. Do you dare to fight me fairly again?"

Chen Man did not stop him, but looked at Ye Haochuan, as if he wanted to see what kind of choice this boy who had won by "lucky" would make.

Ye Haochuan looked impatient, put away Fang Tian's painting halberd and walked towards the edge of the field.

There was no sarcasm, but silence was better than sound at this moment. Tang An felt unprecedented humiliation. If Chen Man hadn't stood there, he would have rushed up and knocked out all the bones of Ye Haochuan.

"Boy, I must make you look good when you come down!" After saying a harsh words, Tang An walked off the field angrily.

Chen Man on the stage glanced at Ye Haochuan with great interest, then disappeared from the spot and appeared on the edge of the field.

The competition system of the Nanmen Selection Conference is as simple as Chen Man's words. Those who win advance and those who lose are eliminated directly.

Being eliminated in the first round is a humiliation that Tang An has never experienced in his life.

Ye Haochuan seemed to have not heard it, his pace was slow and he slowly returned to his position.

Tang Yucheng looked at him with dissatisfaction and said, "I thought it would be a wonderful battle, but who knew that that guy was so sexy, it was simply too unsatisfactory."

This guy really doesn’t hurt his back when he speaks while standing!

Ye Haochuan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The fierce battle is indeed exciting and exciting, but it is also extremely dangerous. Well, he doesn't like to take care of him with him without any trouble.

"I want to see something exciting, you can perform by yourself later!"

Ye Haochuan joked and suddenly heard the list of the third round of the field. Ye Yixuan played against Gong Bin.

Ye Haochuan instantly turned his attention.

(End of this chapter)

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