Battle Through the Heavens: Clan Leader, I'm sorry, now I just want to be a good person.

Although everything requires brute force to overcome all methods.

However, when it comes to formations, as long as you find the key connection between the formations, you can easily break them. The spot that Xun'er just struck was the weakness of Han Yue's fighting technique.

"I didn't expect that Junior Sister Xun'er would know about formations."

"I surrender."

Seeing that her fighting skills were being forced, Han Yue had no intention of continuing to fight. Since she couldn't break into the top ten anyway, why bother fighting to the death?

The audience in the stands were puzzled by the inexplicable end of the fight between the two women.

After all, not everyone can understand the struggle between the two just now.

"If you're interested in the future, Junior Sister Xun'er, you can discuss formations with me!"

Han Yue walked up to Xun'er and smiled at her, saying, "There are fewer and fewer people practicing formations these days."

"Thank you, Senior Han Yue. I will when I have time."

Xun'er nodded to Han Yue, and then the two returned to their respective seats.

Xiao Fan watched Xun'er walk back to her original position.

The fleeting golden light in his eyes vanished.

Xiao Yan smiled, looking at Xun'er who had returned with great joy.

"How are you? Are you alright?" Xiao Yan pulled Xun'er over and asked her with concern.

"No la."

Many spectators were still watching the two women when they saw Xiao Yan skillfully pull Xun'er away. At the same time, many of them felt as if glass was shattering.

If looks could kill, Xiao Yan would probably have been killed by everyone's gazes by now.

"Brother Xiao Yan..."

Xun'er knew that many people were still paying attention to her. Although Xiao Yan's words made her very happy, she was very shy in front of others.

Embarrassed, she shrank behind Xiao Yan, avoiding the pursuing gazes of the crowd.

"hey-hey......"

Xiao Yan looked at the girl hiding behind him and smiled gently. Then, he looked around with pride, wishing everyone could see his happy moment.

Sitting next to Xiao Fan, Yue Yao noticed the intimate relationship between the two and a hint of envy flashed in her eyes. She then glanced at Xiao Fan beside her, a touch of melancholy in her eyes...

Just as everyone was still engrossed in the battle between the two women, it was Xiao Fan's turn to appear.

When it was his turn, Xiao Fan nodded to Yue Yao sitting next to him, then glanced at Xiao Yan and Xun'er who were still being affectionate, and gave up on greeting them.

With a light tap of his toes, Xiao Fan landed gracefully on the central competition platform.

Xiao Fan's opponent was a fire-type cultivator with a six-star Dou Ling level. Judging from the direction he came from, he seemed to be a member of the Wolf Fang team, where Lin Xiuya was located.

"Wolf Fang, Eagle Feather."

Ying Feiyu looked at Xiao Fan, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said with a hint of caution in his eyes.

After all, when he left the field just now, Lin Xiuya specifically reminded him to be careful while driving.

Moreover, he had heard Xiao Fan's name mentioned by Lin Xiuya more than once, so he naturally knew that Xiao Fan was a formidable enemy.

"Panmen, Xiao Fan."

Seeing the other party's politeness, Xiao Fan nodded and then looked at the young man in front of him.

Ying Feiyu looked to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was very strong, with large muscles bulging out from under his clothes. He had dark red hair tied neatly at the back of his head, and his fists were slightly clenched and rested naturally at his sides.

However, Xiao Fan carefully observed that there were obvious rough calluses on the joints of Ying Feiyu's fists.

Even without engaging in combat, the meridians on his hands were visibly pulsating.

"Looks like an opponent who practices boxing and kicking."

Such hands could never be achieved without years of rigorous training.

Only those who spend time honing their fists as their weapons can develop such rough, powerful fists.