Chapter 1715
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"How can the wind clan send such an unknown man to fight? Is this a direct abandonment of this competition?"
"The wind clan should know that this time they have to go to the bottom and send a person to replace the wind wave maniac, so as not to be hurt by others and preserve their strength!"
"It's true that the wind has changed before the fall of gaoshui."
There was a lot of discussion, and there was no cover up for the irony. Kong Jianyuan did not say a word. Kong Jianyuan swept over those who despised Han Yu. The Nangong family didn't discuss it either. They knew Han Yu's strength,
"a group of blind guys are waiting for the boss to blind your eyes!" Both of them can't wait to see Han Yu perform.
With the sound of a gong, the second round of competition began.
Wei Chu didn't rush to do it. Instead, he looked at Han Yu with a sneer and said, "now don't admit defeat. Don't kneel down and beg for mercy! It's no use asking for mercy
Wei Chu's voice just fell, it was a cry of surprise, and then he flew out of the ring, directly hit the ground.
When he saw Wei Chu's face, all of them took a breath of cool air. There was a sunken fist mark on Wei Chu's face, which could be filled with an apple. For ordinary people, it's enough to kill.
The arena has become a space of its own. Wei Chu was directly hit by a fist from the space. The power of this fist is obvious.
After that, we've gone to the challenge arena.
"What's the matter? How did he do it? "
"It's too fast. I didn't see it."
No one saw how Han Yu moved, and Wei Chu was defeated.
"Ah..." Wei Chu lying on the ground screamed, the wound on his face, for a while and a half will not be good, let the people who look at, feel a burst of pain in his face.
"It seems that Wei Chu's strength will not be weaker than that of the martial sage in the early stage. How can the wind clan have such a master?"
Many people feel the cultivation of Han Yu carefully, but Han Yu seems to have a protective cover on his body, so he can't sense anything.
"It's just to find a sense of existence in front of minions like Wei Chu! It won't be long! " Nangong city shrugged his lips and watched the competition of other arena.
Han Yu went to the table of the Qingyi sword sect and reached for the things on it. Suddenly, one hand firmly grasped Han Yu's wrist.
"Boy, you're not afraid of retribution if you're so cruel?" Wei Zixian's gloomy way, with sparks in his eyes.
Han Yu shook Wei Zixian's hand away, took a medicinal plant and went to the place where the wind clan was. Wei Zixian looked at Han Yu's back, and his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water. I didn't find out. Kong Jianyuan looked at him as if he were looking at a fool.
In the distance, when the wind and waves were strong, they ran to meet Han Yu and danced as if they had won.
Han Yu walked over and threw the herbs on the table of Feng nationality at will, and then he held hands and closed his eyes. The wind clan lost one thing and got one thing. Now it's flat.
One hour later, the second round of competition is over, and the next round of competition will be drawn.
The opponent that the storm draws is Kong Ling, also choose to admit defeat directly, let not laugh people laugh, laugh and cry, Han Yu's opponent is a martial Saint early turn star quadruple person, was defeated by Han Yu.
"One move to defeat the master of wusheng in the early stage of wusheng. Is he the master of wusheng in the early stage of wusheng?"
"The wind clan can't have such a strong person. I think there is something wrong with this matter!"
Han Yu's strong performance once again aroused the voice of surprise and doubt. Han Yu didn't pay any attention to this. However, the three members of the Feng clan were totally immersed in joy and did not care about the gossip around them.
After this competition, the people of the Qingyi sword sect felt heavy. They wanted to let the wind clan come to the bottom, but they didn't expect that the wind clan had a black horse like Han Yu, and their fate might have been predestined.
Looking back on what I said to Feng clan before, it seems that there are innumerable slaps at this time, and they are slapping the Qingyi sword sect wildly. Wei Zixian, in particular, has begun to have some regrets. This time, he has completely offended the Feng clan.
Originally, Wei Chu was seriously injured by Han Yu, but he still hated Han Yu in his heart. Now when he saw that Han Yu showed such strong strength, his heart trembled and he didn't even dare to hate him.
Two hours later, the fourth round of competition was over and the third round of drawing began.
When Han Yu stepped on the challenge arena, he met an opponent who had become a star quadruple in the early days of Wu Sheng. The other side directly chose to surrender and won without a fight.
Time passed by, and it was noon the next day. In the fourteenth round of competition, Han Yu defeated a master of wusheng in the early stage of Xingxing wuchong, which attracted many people's attention.
So far, Han Yu has experienced seven contests and won every match.
With the end of this round of competition, everyone's eyes are fixed on the table of Qingyi sword sect. There is only one treasure left on the table of Qingyi sword sect. If it loses again, the Qingyi sword sect will lose all the treasures first. Since the first ranking, the Qingyi sword sect will again be at the bottom of the ten places and have no chance to turn over.The people of the Qingyi sword school are all decadent and can't help but look at the storm. Among the many participants, the only hope that the Qingyi sword school can win is against the big wind and waves. It's a pity that after seven matches, there was no big storm.
The big wind and waves can be said to be their only life-saving straw.
In the eighth draw, only Wei Chu was sent by Qingyi sword school this time. After the draw, Han Yu quietly boarded the No. 3 Arena. Suddenly, he screamed. Wei Chu threw up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"What's going on?" Everyone was surprised.
The people of the Qingyi sword sect rushed to help Wei Chu up. The rest of the people also used to watch the fun. A man picked up Wei Chu's bamboo stick and said in astonishment: "in the 15th round of No. 3 Arena, his opponent is Han Yu, who is stunned by anger!"
They all look like this.
Because Wei Chu passed out, Han Yu won without a fight, and the last treasure of Qingyi sword sect fell into Han Yu's hands.
All the people of the Qingyi sword sect were dead with their grandmother's expression on their faces. There was no accident. Once again, they were among the bottom ten places. Their dream of stepping on the shoulder of Feng nationality was smashed by Han Yu.
With the end of the 16th round of competition, the justice personnel of the temple of heaven quickly ranked.
Shengtian temple, kongjinjiao and Nangong family were not defeated in one battle, and temporarily ranked first. Hongguangdian and Fengzu, who had traveled far away, won eight victories and eight losses, tied for the second place, while the Qingyi sword sect won zero and 15 losses, and came first from the bottom.
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"How can the wind clan send such an unknown man to fight? Is this a direct abandonment of this competition?"
"The wind clan should know that this time they have to go to the bottom and send a person to replace the wind wave maniac, so as not to be hurt by others and preserve their strength!"
"It's true that the wind has changed before the fall of gaoshui."
There was a lot of discussion, and there was no cover up for the irony. Kong Jianyuan did not say a word. Kong Jianyuan swept over those who despised Han Yu. The Nangong family didn't discuss it either. They knew Han Yu's strength,
"a group of blind guys are waiting for the boss to blind your eyes!" Both of them can't wait to see Han Yu perform.
With the sound of a gong, the second round of competition began.
Wei Chu didn't rush to do it. Instead, he looked at Han Yu with a sneer and said, "now don't admit defeat. Don't kneel down and beg for mercy! It's no use asking for mercy
Wei Chu's voice just fell, it was a cry of surprise, and then he flew out of the ring, directly hit the ground.
When he saw Wei Chu's face, all of them took a breath of cool air. There was a sunken fist mark on Wei Chu's face, which could be filled with an apple. For ordinary people, it's enough to kill.
The arena has become a space of its own. Wei Chu was directly hit by a fist from the space. The power of this fist is obvious.
After that, we've gone to the challenge arena.
"What's the matter? How did he do it? "
"It's too fast. I didn't see it."
No one saw how Han Yu moved, and Wei Chu was defeated.
"Ah..." Wei Chu lying on the ground screamed, the wound on his face, for a while and a half will not be good, let the people who look at, feel a burst of pain in his face.
"It seems that Wei Chu's strength will not be weaker than that of the martial sage in the early stage. How can the wind clan have such a master?"
Many people feel the cultivation of Han Yu carefully, but Han Yu seems to have a protective cover on his body, so he can't sense anything.
"It's just to find a sense of existence in front of minions like Wei Chu! It won't be long! " Nangong city shrugged his lips and watched the competition of other arena.
Han Yu went to the table of the Qingyi sword sect and reached for the things on it. Suddenly, one hand firmly grasped Han Yu's wrist.
"Boy, you're not afraid of retribution if you're so cruel?" Wei Zixian's gloomy way, with sparks in his eyes.
Han Yu shook Wei Zixian's hand away, took a medicinal plant and went to the place where the wind clan was. Wei Zixian looked at Han Yu's back, and his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water. I didn't find out. Kong Jianyuan looked at him as if he were looking at a fool.
In the distance, when the wind and waves were strong, they ran to meet Han Yu and danced as if they had won.
Han Yu walked over and threw the herbs on the table of Feng nationality at will, and then he held hands and closed his eyes. The wind clan lost one thing and got one thing. Now it's flat.
One hour later, the second round of competition is over, and the next round of competition will be drawn.
The opponent that the storm draws is Kong Ling, also choose to admit defeat directly, let not laugh people laugh, laugh and cry, Han Yu's opponent is a martial Saint early turn star quadruple person, was defeated by Han Yu.
"One move to defeat the master of wusheng in the early stage of wusheng. Is he the master of wusheng in the early stage of wusheng?"
"The wind clan can't have such a strong person. I think there is something wrong with this matter!"
Han Yu's strong performance once again aroused the voice of surprise and doubt. Han Yu didn't pay any attention to this. However, the three members of the Feng clan were totally immersed in joy and did not care about the gossip around them.
After this competition, the people of the Qingyi sword sect felt heavy. They wanted to let the wind clan come to the bottom, but they didn't expect that the wind clan had a black horse like Han Yu, and their fate might have been predestined.
Looking back on what I said to Feng clan before, it seems that there are innumerable slaps at this time, and they are slapping the Qingyi sword sect wildly. Wei Zixian, in particular, has begun to have some regrets. This time, he has completely offended the Feng clan.
Originally, Wei Chu was seriously injured by Han Yu, but he still hated Han Yu in his heart. Now when he saw that Han Yu showed such strong strength, his heart trembled and he didn't even dare to hate him.
Two hours later, the fourth round of competition was over and the third round of drawing began.
When Han Yu stepped on the challenge arena, he met an opponent who had become a star quadruple in the early days of Wu Sheng. The other side directly chose to surrender and won without a fight.
Time passed by, and it was noon the next day. In the fourteenth round of competition, Han Yu defeated a master of wusheng in the early stage of Xingxing wuchong, which attracted many people's attention.
So far, Han Yu has experienced seven contests and won every match.
With the end of this round of competition, everyone's eyes are fixed on the table of Qingyi sword sect. There is only one treasure left on the table of Qingyi sword sect. If it loses again, the Qingyi sword sect will lose all the treasures first. Since the first ranking, the Qingyi sword sect will again be at the bottom of the ten places and have no chance to turn over.The people of the Qingyi sword school are all decadent and can't help but look at the storm. Among the many participants, the only hope that the Qingyi sword school can win is against the big wind and waves. It's a pity that after seven matches, there was no big storm.
The big wind and waves can be said to be their only life-saving straw.
In the eighth draw, only Wei Chu was sent by Qingyi sword school this time. After the draw, Han Yu quietly boarded the No. 3 Arena. Suddenly, he screamed. Wei Chu threw up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"What's going on?" Everyone was surprised.
The people of the Qingyi sword sect rushed to help Wei Chu up. The rest of the people also used to watch the fun. A man picked up Wei Chu's bamboo stick and said in astonishment: "in the 15th round of No. 3 Arena, his opponent is Han Yu, who is stunned by anger!"
They all look like this.
Because Wei Chu passed out, Han Yu won without a fight, and the last treasure of Qingyi sword sect fell into Han Yu's hands.
All the people of the Qingyi sword sect were dead with their grandmother's expression on their faces. There was no accident. Once again, they were among the bottom ten places. Their dream of stepping on the shoulder of Feng nationality was smashed by Han Yu.
With the end of the 16th round of competition, the justice personnel of the temple of heaven quickly ranked.
Shengtian temple, kongjinjiao and Nangong family were not defeated in one battle, and temporarily ranked first. Hongguangdian and Fengzu, who had traveled far away, won eight victories and eight losses, tied for the second place, while the Qingyi sword sect won zero and 15 losses, and came first from the bottom.
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"How can the wind clan send such an unknown man to fight? Is this a direct abandonment of this competition?" "The wind clan should know that this time they have to go to the bottom and send a person to replace the wind wave maniac, so as not to be hurt by others and preserve their strength!" "It's true that the wind has changed before the fall of gaoshui." There was a lot of discussion, and there was no cover up for the irony. Kong Jianyuan did not say a word. Kong Jianyuan swept over those who despised Han Yu. The Nangong family didn't discuss it either. They knew Han Yu's strength, "a group of blind guys are waiting for the boss to blind your eyes!" Both of them can't wait to see Han Yu perform. With the sound of a gong, the second round of competition began. Wei Chu didn't rush to do it. Instead, he looked at Han Yu with a sneer and said, "now don't admit defeat. Don't kneel down and beg for mercy! It's no use asking for mercy Wei Chu's voice just fell, it was a cry of surprise, and then he flew out of the ring, directly hit the ground. When he saw Wei Chu's face, all of them took a breath of cool air. There was a sunken fist mark on Wei Chu's face, which could be filled with an apple. For ordinary people, it's enough to kill. The arena has become a space of its own. Wei Chu was directly hit by a fist from the space. The power of this fist is obvious. After that, we've gone to the challenge arena. "What's the matter? How did he do it? " "It's too fast. I didn't see it." No one saw how Han Yu moved, and Wei Chu was defeated. "Ah..." Wei Chu lying on the ground screamed, the wound on his face, for a while and a half will not be good, let the people who look at, feel a burst of pain in his face. "It seems that Wei Chu's strength will not be weaker than that of the martial sage in the early stage. How can the wind clan have such a master?" Many people feel the cultivation of Han Yu carefully, but Han Yu seems to have a protective cover on his body, so he can't sense anything. "It's just to find a sense of existence in front of minions like Wei Chu! It won't be long! " Nangong city shrugged his lips and watched the competition of other arena. Han Yu went to the table of the Qingyi sword sect and reached for the things on it. Suddenly, one hand firmly grasped Han Yu's wrist. "Boy, you're not afraid of retribution if you're so cruel?" Wei Zixian's gloomy way, with sparks in his eyes. Han Yu shook Wei Zixian's hand away, took a medicinal plant and went to the place where the wind clan was. Wei Zixian looked at Han Yu's back, and his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water. I didn't find out. Kong Jianyuan looked at him as if he were looking at a fool. In the distance, when the wind and waves were strong, they ran to meet Han Yu and danced as if they had won. Han Yu walked over and threw the herbs on the table of Feng nationality at will, and then he held hands and closed his eyes. The wind clan lost one thing and got one thing. Now it's flat. One hour later, the second round of competition is over, and the next round of competition will be drawn. The opponent that the storm draws is Kong Ling, also choose to admit defeat directly, let not laugh people laugh, laugh and cry, Han Yu's opponent is a martial Saint early turn star quadruple person, was defeated by Han Yu. "One move to defeat the master of wusheng in the early stage of wusheng. Is he the master of wusheng in the early stage of wusheng?" "The wind clan can't have such a strong person. I think there is something wrong with this matter!" Han Yu's strong performance once again aroused the voice of surprise and doubt. Han Yu didn't pay any attention to this. However, the three members of the Feng clan were totally immersed in joy and did not care about the gossip around them. After this competition, the people of the Qingyi sword sect felt heavy. They wanted to let the wind clan come to the bottom, but they didn't expect that the wind clan had a black horse like Han Yu, and their fate might have been predestined. Looking back on what I said to Feng clan before, it seems that there are innumerable slaps at this time, and they are slapping the Qingyi sword sect wildly. Wei Zixian, in particular, has begun to have some regrets. This time, he has completely offended the Feng clan. Originally, Wei Chu was seriously injured by Han Yu, but he still hated Han Yu in his heart. Now when he saw that Han Yu showed such strong strength, his heart trembled and he didn't even dare to hate him. Two hours later, the fourth round of competition was over and the third round of drawing began. When Han Yu stepped on the challenge arena, he met an opponent who had become a star quadruple in the early days of Wu Sheng. The other side directly chose to surrender and won without a fight. Time passed by, and it was noon the next day. In the fourteenth round of competition, Han Yu defeated a master of wusheng in the early stage of Xingxing wuchong, which attracted many people's attention. So far, Han Yu has experienced seven contests and won every match. With the end of this round of competition, everyone's eyes are fixed on the table of Qingyi sword sect. There is only one treasure left on the table of Qingyi sword sect. If it loses again, the Qingyi sword sect will lose all the treasures first. Since the first ranking, the Qingyi sword sect will again be at the bottom of the ten places and have no chance to turn over.The people of the Qingyi sword school are all decadent and can't help but look at the storm. Among the many participants, the only hope that the Qingyi sword school can win is against the big wind and waves. It's a pity that after seven matches, there was no big storm. The big wind and waves can be said to be their only life-saving straw. In the eighth draw, only Wei Chu was sent by Qingyi sword school this time. After the draw, Han Yu quietly boarded the No. 3 Arena. Suddenly, he screamed. Wei Chu threw up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. "What's going on?" Everyone was surprised. The people of the Qingyi sword sect rushed to help Wei Chu up. The rest of the people also used to watch the fun. A man picked up Wei Chu's bamboo stick and said in astonishment: "in the 15th round of No. 3 Arena, his opponent is Han Yu, who is stunned by anger!" They all look like this. Because Wei Chu passed out, Han Yu won without a fight, and the last treasure of Qingyi sword sect fell into Han Yu's hands. All the people of the Qingyi sword sect were dead with their grandmother's expression on their faces. There was no accident. Once again, they were among the bottom ten places. Their dream of stepping on the shoulder of Feng nationality was smashed by Han Yu. With the end of the 16th round of competition, the justice personnel of the temple of heaven quickly ranked. Shengtian temple, kongjinjiao and Nangong family were not defeated in one battle, and temporarily ranked first. Hongguangdian and Fengzu, who had traveled far away, won eight victories and eight losses, tied for the second place, while the Qingyi sword sect won zero and 15 losses, and came first from the bottom. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
