Overriding the Heaven

And what they said was even worse.    

"Tsk, I know that fellow. He just made a bit of a fuss in the Missions Pavilion a while ago, and he only followed a few outer court disciples to complete a slightly difficult mission." That mission was the one which the outer sect disciples contributed the most to. At most, he would just watch from the side and help them. He really thought that he was the one who contributed the most to completing the mission.    

"I'd like to see what rank he can get."    

"I think he'll be eliminated in the first round."    

"Tsk, the salary of an apprentice is only one spirit stone a month, to suddenly bring out three, you sure have confidence."    

The discussions around him were exceptionally ear-piercing and sarcastic. Everyone felt that the reason Chu Yan was participating in the ranking tournament was because he had a lowly eye and no sense of how high the sky was and how deep the earth was.    

These disciples did not speak these words behind Chu Yan's back, and did not deliberately lower their voices. The mocking words that they were saying now, was as if they were saying them intentionally for Chu Yan to hear.    

Chu Yan gave the Spirit Stones to the Enforcer, and after marking his identity jade plate to indicate that he would participate, he turned and looked at the Spirit Stones, and pointed at them one by one: "You, you, you, and all of you -"    

As he spoke, he drew a circle with his hand, surrounding a large group of people.    

Someone was not convinced and stood out, saying loudly, "What? What are you trying to say? Do you not agree with what we have to say? "    

Chu Yan said with a smile that was not a smile: "All of you better start praying that you don't meet me in the first round, because I have already remembered your faces. If you meet me in the competition, I will definitely slap all of your teeth out."    

His words were arrogant and boastful, enough to arouse public anger. However, his momentum was so strong that it completely crushed the disciples. All of them opened their mouths wide in fear and fear, but no one dared to refute.    

As far as Chu Yan could see, all the disciples present had to quickly lower their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. In their hearts, they even felt that the other party was a towering mountain, and that they themselves were just insignificant specks of dust.    

Chu Yan looked at the group of disciples and sneered.    

If they were to speak ill of others, they would be angered even more than they were. They were like turtles that hid their heads and did not dare to make a single sound. Such a person did not have any courage, nor any sense of injustice.    

After sweeping a glance at the crowd, Chu Yan walked to the viewing platform and picked a relatively quiet corner to quietly wait for the start of the match.    

Not long after, a burst of exclamations sounded from the crowd.    

In the next moment, the cries surged in all directions like the tide.    

Waves of shouts entered Chu Yan's ears.    

"Last time, the top ten disciples came over!"    

"I wonder who will fall out of the top ten this time, and who will make it!"    

"It's Jiang Panmeng! The goddess of my heart! " A heart-wrenching scream rang out. The owner of this voice was filled with excitement.    

"Jiang Panmeng?" Chu Yan's eyes flashed, he had already remembered in his mind that this name was ranked third in the last ranking competition, and could definitely be said to be the top existence among all the disciples.    

Chu Yan stood up, and relying on the advantage of his seat, he looked towards that direction.    

In an instant, he saw a large group of disciples gathered around a group of people as they walked over.    

The eyes of these acolytes all showed incomparable fanaticism and worship, and all the words that came out of their mouths were flawless and beautiful.    

Their behavior was in line with the saying: Some people who slightly surpass him will be jealous of you, resentful of you; some people who surpass him by a large margin, he only reverence and humility toward you.    

The attitude these disciples had towards Chu Yan and the top ten disciples of the Ranking was precisely the most realistic display of those words.    

Chu Yan's gaze fell on the few people who were the most focused.    

These disciples all exuded auras different from ordinary people. Some of them were gloomy, some were cold, some were passionate, and some were gentle and beautiful. In short, they all had their own unique auras.    

This kind of temperament allowed them to stand out like a crane amongst a flock of chickens. Even if it was a sea of people, they would still be able to see through them with a single glance.    

Relying on the clues left behind in the crowd's words, Chu Yan quickly found the Jiang Panmeng who wore two large round earrings.    

His lips were red, his teeth were white, his skin white, a pair of eyes were like autumn water cutting eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised, he didn't speak a word, but smiled first, and revealed an extremely close affinity with her. As his head swayed left and right, the earrings on his ears also continuously swayed, making one unable to help themselves, their gazes fell upon.    

It was a sunny day, but she was holding a small pink umbrella.    

Chu Yan knew that the small umbrella was the opponent's weapon, and its grade was definitely not low.    

Behind her, was the one ranked fourth, Feng Xin, from last time.    

Compared to Jiang Panmeng's affinity, Feng Xin gave Chu Yan the feeling of a swordsman in his impression.    

He didn't smile at Qin Wentian in the slightest. He held his sword in his arms with a sharp glint of light in his eyes. He gave Qin Wentian a glance that felt as though his soul was about to be split apart.    

Last time, Chu Yan had memorized the ranking for the Ranking Tournament, and now, he muttered as he looked over.    

"Second place, Su Jianyuan."    

Chu Yan's gaze landed on a tall and big young man.    

This young man couldn't tell anything out of the ordinary. He was carrying two long swords on his back. However, to be able to be number two last time, he was definitely a difficult person to deal with.    

Chu Yan looked towards the crowd.    

Speaking of which, it was also strange to note that these disciples weren't far from each other. Some of them had personal connections, and some even walked side by side.    

However, there was a black-clothed young man who was walking at the back alone.    

There was not a single soul within 20 feet of him.    

Even those close to him subconsciously avoided him.    

In the blink of an eye, an eye-catching open space had actually appeared amidst the crowd.    

Chu Yan's gaze landed on this black-clothed young man, and he muttered in his heart: "That's right, he is the Li Xiu who is ranked number one, and not only was he ranked first last time, he has already been ranked first seven times in a row, which is also the first place in the twenty-first month. He is undoubtedly the eldest senior brother among the disciples, and many outer sect disciples don't even dare to put on airs in front of him, but have taken the initiative to show their goodwill instead."    

After he memorized the names and appearances of these disciples, Chu Yan's gaze moved again.    

After a moment, it landed on the body of a well-dressed young man.    

The young man was walking in an unremarkable position in the crowd, but there were people around him who kept greeting him with clasped hands and called him "Senior Brother Pan."    

Chu Yan let out a laugh, the corners of his mouth raised, but his eyes slowly condensed a cold light: "So you are Pan Xu, it's really - not much."    

As the top ten disciples arrived one after another, the atmosphere in the entire arena reached the peak in a short while.    

Not long after, a deacon came and announced the number of disciples participating in the ranking competition. There were a total of 4200 people.