Chapter 3
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At eight o'clock in the morning, all the people of the Han family gather in the martial arts arena. The Han family's clan association is an annual meeting for young people to compete with each other. Young people between the ages of 12 and 18 can attend.
The order of the guild ranking will directly determine the number of cultivation subsidies received in the coming year.
The first race of the first generation of Han students is selected from the first ten contests, and the second competition is selected by the young students.
Today's election contest, ten days later, the ranking contest!
"Xiao Yu!" In the crowd, a tall, beautiful girl with a beautiful face pushed aside the crowd and came to Han Yu. Others are very surprised. Han Shuang is the best of the younger generation of the family. He is usually arrogant and indifferent. How can he treat Han Yu like a different person.
"Sister Han Shuang!" Han Yu smiles. Now that he has cultivated his vitality, he seems more confident.
Han Shuang reached Han Yu's ear and whispered, "Xiaoyu, I have already said hello to Han Kang and Han Lin. if they meet you, they will let you!"
Although Han Shuang looked down on Han Yu, he was moved. Nowadays, Han Shuang is the best for the younger generation of Han family, except Han Yi, who is far away studying arts in liuyunzong.
"Sister Han Shuang, don't worry. If you don't get the first place, I will never fall down!" In Han Yu's eyes, there was a flicker of firmness.
Han Shuang nodded. She liked Han Yu's character of not admitting defeat, but sighed in her heart. At this time, it was not Han Yu who did not admit defeat that she could solve the problem.
"Oh, did I hear you right? The trash still wants to be the first? First from the bottom A short, fat, pink faced boy came up. His name is Han Kun. He is Han Qingyun's grandson. He is arrogant and domineering in the Han family. Few people dare to provoke him.
Han Yu took a cold look at Han Kun and didn't say anything.
With a meaningful smile on his face, Han Kun said, "Han Yu, I have a premonition that you will meet me in the first round, and I will beat you down and beg for mercy. You have plenty of time now to think about how to beg me
Han Kun then turned to leave. He wanted to strike Han Yu more, but Han Shuang was there, and he didn't dare to go too far.
Han Yu looked at Han Kun's back, and his eyes grew colder!
Han Qingyun stood on the high platform and said some inspiring words. Then he told the rules of the contest according to the book. Finally, the Korean War announced the beginning of the contest.
Forty people who participated in the clan meeting went to the front to draw lots. Han Yu took the first challenge arena No.7, and directly boarded the arena.
"Ha ha, how about, brother's prophecy come true, you met me!" A short, chubby, pink faced teenager on the No. 7 challenge arena. It's not Han Kun who he is.
Han Kun's father wanted to succeed Han Zhan as the next patriarch of Han's family. Han Kun could not beat Han Yu.
A lot of challenge arena has started to work, and there are many people around each arena. In contrast, the number seven arena has the largest number of viewers, not to say how wonderful their contest will be, because Han Yu's success or failure is related to the clan leader's going or staying.
"Have you figured out how to beg for mercy? Wait a minute. If you don't speak well, I won't give up easily!" Han Kun's eyes flashed.
His purpose today is not only to defeat Han Yu, but also to humiliate him in every way.
"I'll give it back to you!" Han Yu's face sank.
"Ignorant waste, you'll die hard when you die!"
With the start of the referee, Han Kun rushed over.
"Fire fist!"
Han Kun burst out a drink, right fist, people are to see, his fist even burning a group of strange flame, so that the surrounding temperature soared rapidly.
"Although flame boxing is only a first-class martial art, it is famous for its hegemony. In general, only six levels of martial arts in the Yuan Dynasty can be cultivated into great success. Unexpectedly, Han Kun, a five heavy martial arts player in the Yuan Dynasty, has already cultivated to a great degree. His qualifications are excellent among the younger generations of his family."
Not only do ordinary people pay attention to the war situation here, but the seven elders are all looking at this side nervously. Han kuncai, the elder of Martial Arts Pavilion, admires the way.
"The power of kun'er's fist is hard to resist, even for those who are six heavy in Yuanwu." Han Qingyun said with a smile, his face was very proud. Han Yu can't resist Han Kun's blow. The position of clan leader in the Korean War is easy to get!
"Waste, it's no use asking for mercy now!"
Han Kun's fist was still one meter away from Han Yu, and the fist style lifted Han Yu's hair. Because of the soaring temperature, Han Yu's forehead was covered with sweat.
"Ha ha, I'm afraid of this rubbish, but it's too late. Brother Kun's moves are impossible to take back. Even if he kneels down to beg for mercy." One of Han Kun's attendants laughed.
Han Yu didn't move as loose as a tree. He shook hands and hit out with a fist.
"The power of Kunge's fist is as powerful as that of Yuanwu's six heavy masters, and the flame has a terrifying destructive power. He even thought of hitting hard and hard. He is not only useless firewood, but also a fool!" Han Kun was satirized by another attendant, but just after he finished his words, the smile on his face solidified instantly.Han Yu goes out with his fist, but he doesn't move.
All of them were in uproar. Han Yu even hit Han Kun with one fist. What a powerful force! Of course, Han Yu hasn't used his energy yet. If he does, the effect will be more amazing.
"Shua!"
Without waiting for Han Kun to come back, Han Yu took a step and rushed out. Han Kun just staggers to his feet. Han Yu has already rushed to the front. The strong wind driven by his fist makes Han Kun's pupil shrink. In panic, he quickly set up his hands to block.
"Bang!"
Han Yu's fist hit Han Kun's arm like a sledgehammer. Han Kun stepped back and sat down on the ground. Han Yu chased after him. His body was spinning, and a whip leg was chopped off. It was right on Han Kun's chest. Han Kunzhi felt that his heart was stuffy and his mouth opened with a mouthful of blood.
Everyone was stunned. All the elders on the stage had already come to the edge of the stage, and they wanted to stretch their necks into deer. Han Qingyun's face was blue and white. At the same time, his heart was shocked. How could Han Yu have such terrible power?
"Have you figured out how to beg for mercy?" Han Yu looks at Han Kun coldly.
Han Kun's mind is one Lin, he has a kind of intuition, if not beg for mercy, Han Yu is likely to kill him.
"I think..."
Before the word "lose" was uttered, Han Yu stepped on Han Kun's mouth. With a slight effort, he heard the sound of teeth breaking.
"Wuwuwuwu..."
Han Kun screamed with pain, but could not make a sound.
"Stop it!" Han Qingyun was shocked.
Han Yu glanced at Han Qingyun, snorted coldly, kicked Han Kun in the ribs, and Han Kun rolled off the arena like a sandbag.
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At eight o'clock in the morning, all the people of the Han family gather in the martial arts arena. The Han family's clan association is an annual meeting for young people to compete with each other. Young people between the ages of 12 and 18 can attend.
The order of the guild ranking will directly determine the number of cultivation subsidies received in the coming year.
The first race of the first generation of Han students is selected from the first ten contests, and the second competition is selected by the young students.
Today's election contest, ten days later, the ranking contest!
"Xiao Yu!" In the crowd, a tall, beautiful girl with a beautiful face pushed aside the crowd and came to Han Yu. Others are very surprised. Han Shuang is the best of the younger generation of the family. He is usually arrogant and indifferent. How can he treat Han Yu like a different person.
"Sister Han Shuang!" Han Yu smiles. Now that he has cultivated his vitality, he seems more confident.
Han Shuang reached Han Yu's ear and whispered, "Xiaoyu, I have already said hello to Han Kang and Han Lin. if they meet you, they will let you!"
Although Han Shuang looked down on Han Yu, he was moved. Nowadays, Han Shuang is the best for the younger generation of Han family, except Han Yi, who is far away studying arts in liuyunzong.
"Sister Han Shuang, don't worry. If you don't get the first place, I will never fall down!" In Han Yu's eyes, there was a flicker of firmness.
Han Shuang nodded. She liked Han Yu's character of not admitting defeat, but sighed in her heart. At this time, it was not Han Yu who did not admit defeat that she could solve the problem.
"Oh, did I hear you right? The trash still wants to be the first? First from the bottom A short, fat, pink faced boy came up. His name is Han Kun. He is Han Qingyun's grandson. He is arrogant and domineering in the Han family. Few people dare to provoke him.
Han Yu took a cold look at Han Kun and didn't say anything.
With a meaningful smile on his face, Han Kun said, "Han Yu, I have a premonition that you will meet me in the first round, and I will beat you down and beg for mercy. You have plenty of time now to think about how to beg me
Han Kun then turned to leave. He wanted to strike Han Yu more, but Han Shuang was there, and he didn't dare to go too far.
Han Yu looked at Han Kun's back, and his eyes grew colder!
Han Qingyun stood on the high platform and said some inspiring words. Then he told the rules of the contest according to the book. Finally, the Korean War announced the beginning of the contest.
Forty people who participated in the clan meeting went to the front to draw lots. Han Yu took the first challenge arena No.7, and directly boarded the arena.
"Ha ha, how about, brother's prophecy come true, you met me!" A short, chubby, pink faced teenager on the No. 7 challenge arena. It's not Han Kun who he is.
Han Kun's father wanted to succeed Han Zhan as the next patriarch of Han's family. Han Kun could not beat Han Yu.
A lot of challenge arena has started to work, and there are many people around each arena. In contrast, the number seven arena has the largest number of viewers, not to say how wonderful their contest will be, because Han Yu's success or failure is related to the clan leader's going or staying.
"Have you figured out how to beg for mercy? Wait a minute. If you don't speak well, I won't give up easily!" Han Kun's eyes flashed.
His purpose today is not only to defeat Han Yu, but also to humiliate him in every way.
"I'll give it back to you!" Han Yu's face sank.
"Ignorant waste, you'll die hard when you die!"
With the start of the referee, Han Kun rushed over.
"Fire fist!"
Han Kun burst out a drink, right fist, people are to see, his fist even burning a group of strange flame, so that the surrounding temperature soared rapidly.
"Although flame boxing is only a first-class martial art, it is famous for its hegemony. In general, only six levels of martial arts in the Yuan Dynasty can be cultivated into great success. Unexpectedly, Han Kun, a five heavy martial arts player in the Yuan Dynasty, has already cultivated to a great degree. His qualifications are excellent among the younger generations of his family."
Not only do ordinary people pay attention to the war situation here, but the seven elders are all looking at this side nervously. Han kuncai, the elder of Martial Arts Pavilion, admires the way.
"The power of kun'er's fist is hard to resist, even for those who are six heavy in Yuanwu." Han Qingyun said with a smile, his face was very proud. Han Yu can't resist Han Kun's blow. The position of clan leader in the Korean War is easy to get!
"Waste, it's no use asking for mercy now!"
Han Kun's fist was still one meter away from Han Yu, and the fist style lifted Han Yu's hair. Because of the soaring temperature, Han Yu's forehead was covered with sweat.
"Ha ha, I'm afraid of this rubbish, but it's too late. Brother Kun's moves are impossible to take back. Even if he kneels down to beg for mercy." One of Han Kun's attendants laughed.
Han Yu didn't move as loose as a tree. He shook hands and hit out with a fist.
"The power of Kunge's fist is as powerful as that of Yuanwu's six heavy masters, and the flame has a terrifying destructive power. He even thought of hitting hard and hard. He is not only useless firewood, but also a fool!" Han Kun was satirized by another attendant, but just after he finished his words, the smile on his face solidified instantly.Han Yu goes out with his fist, but he doesn't move.
All of them were in uproar. Han Yu even hit Han Kun with one fist. What a powerful force! Of course, Han Yu hasn't used his energy yet. If he does, the effect will be more amazing.
"Shua!"
Without waiting for Han Kun to come back, Han Yu took a step and rushed out. Han Kun just staggers to his feet. Han Yu has already rushed to the front. The strong wind driven by his fist makes Han Kun's pupil shrink. In panic, he quickly set up his hands to block.
"Bang!"
Han Yu's fist hit Han Kun's arm like a sledgehammer. Han Kun stepped back and sat down on the ground. Han Yu chased after him. His body was spinning, and a whip leg was chopped off. It was right on Han Kun's chest. Han Kunzhi felt that his heart was stuffy and his mouth opened with a mouthful of blood.
Everyone was stunned. All the elders on the stage had already come to the edge of the stage, and they wanted to stretch their necks into deer. Han Qingyun's face was blue and white. At the same time, his heart was shocked. How could Han Yu have such terrible power?
"Have you figured out how to beg for mercy?" Han Yu looks at Han Kun coldly.
Han Kun's mind is one Lin, he has a kind of intuition, if not beg for mercy, Han Yu is likely to kill him.
"I think..."
Before the word "lose" was uttered, Han Yu stepped on Han Kun's mouth. With a slight effort, he heard the sound of teeth breaking.
"Wuwuwuwu..."
Han Kun screamed with pain, but could not make a sound.
"Stop it!" Han Qingyun was shocked.
Han Yu glanced at Han Qingyun, snorted coldly, kicked Han Kun in the ribs, and Han Kun rolled off the arena like a sandbag.
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At eight o'clock in the morning, all the people of the Han family gather in the martial arts arena. The Han family's clan association is an annual meeting for young people to compete with each other. Young people between the ages of 12 and 18 can attend. The order of the guild ranking will directly determine the number of cultivation subsidies received in the coming year. The first race of the first generation of Han students is selected from the first ten contests, and the second competition is selected by the young students. Today's election contest, ten days later, the ranking contest! "Xiao Yu!" In the crowd, a tall, beautiful girl with a beautiful face pushed aside the crowd and came to Han Yu. Others are very surprised. Han Shuang is the best of the younger generation of the family. He is usually arrogant and indifferent. How can he treat Han Yu like a different person. "Sister Han Shuang!" Han Yu smiles. Now that he has cultivated his vitality, he seems more confident. Han Shuang reached Han Yu's ear and whispered, "Xiaoyu, I have already said hello to Han Kang and Han Lin. if they meet you, they will let you!" Although Han Shuang looked down on Han Yu, he was moved. Nowadays, Han Shuang is the best for the younger generation of Han family, except Han Yi, who is far away studying arts in liuyunzong. "Sister Han Shuang, don't worry. If you don't get the first place, I will never fall down!" In Han Yu's eyes, there was a flicker of firmness. Han Shuang nodded. She liked Han Yu's character of not admitting defeat, but sighed in her heart. At this time, it was not Han Yu who did not admit defeat that she could solve the problem. "Oh, did I hear you right? The trash still wants to be the first? First from the bottom A short, fat, pink faced boy came up. His name is Han Kun. He is Han Qingyun's grandson. He is arrogant and domineering in the Han family. Few people dare to provoke him. Han Yu took a cold look at Han Kun and didn't say anything. With a meaningful smile on his face, Han Kun said, "Han Yu, I have a premonition that you will meet me in the first round, and I will beat you down and beg for mercy. You have plenty of time now to think about how to beg me Han Kun then turned to leave. He wanted to strike Han Yu more, but Han Shuang was there, and he didn't dare to go too far. Han Yu looked at Han Kun's back, and his eyes grew colder! Han Qingyun stood on the high platform and said some inspiring words. Then he told the rules of the contest according to the book. Finally, the Korean War announced the beginning of the contest. Forty people who participated in the clan meeting went to the front to draw lots. Han Yu took the first challenge arena No.7, and directly boarded the arena. "Ha ha, how about, brother's prophecy come true, you met me!" A short, chubby, pink faced teenager on the No. 7 challenge arena. It's not Han Kun who he is. Han Kun's father wanted to succeed Han Zhan as the next patriarch of Han's family. Han Kun could not beat Han Yu. A lot of challenge arena has started to work, and there are many people around each arena. In contrast, the number seven arena has the largest number of viewers, not to say how wonderful their contest will be, because Han Yu's success or failure is related to the clan leader's going or staying. "Have you figured out how to beg for mercy? Wait a minute. If you don't speak well, I won't give up easily!" Han Kun's eyes flashed. His purpose today is not only to defeat Han Yu, but also to humiliate him in every way. "I'll give it back to you!" Han Yu's face sank. "Ignorant waste, you'll die hard when you die!" With the start of the referee, Han Kun rushed over. "Fire fist!" Han Kun burst out a drink, right fist, people are to see, his fist even burning a group of strange flame, so that the surrounding temperature soared rapidly. "Although flame boxing is only a first-class martial art, it is famous for its hegemony. In general, only six levels of martial arts in the Yuan Dynasty can be cultivated into great success. Unexpectedly, Han Kun, a five heavy martial arts player in the Yuan Dynasty, has already cultivated to a great degree. His qualifications are excellent among the younger generations of his family." Not only do ordinary people pay attention to the war situation here, but the seven elders are all looking at this side nervously. Han kuncai, the elder of Martial Arts Pavilion, admires the way. "The power of kun'er's fist is hard to resist, even for those who are six heavy in Yuanwu." Han Qingyun said with a smile, his face was very proud. Han Yu can't resist Han Kun's blow. The position of clan leader in the Korean War is easy to get! "Waste, it's no use asking for mercy now!" Han Kun's fist was still one meter away from Han Yu, and the fist style lifted Han Yu's hair. Because of the soaring temperature, Han Yu's forehead was covered with sweat. "Ha ha, I'm afraid of this rubbish, but it's too late. Brother Kun's moves are impossible to take back. Even if he kneels down to beg for mercy." One of Han Kun's attendants laughed. Han Yu didn't move as loose as a tree. He shook hands and hit out with a fist. "The power of Kunge's fist is as powerful as that of Yuanwu's six heavy masters, and the flame has a terrifying destructive power. He even thought of hitting hard and hard. He is not only useless firewood, but also a fool!" Han Kun was satirized by another attendant, but just after he finished his words, the smile on his face solidified instantly.Han Yu goes out with his fist, but he doesn't move. All of them were in uproar. Han Yu even hit Han Kun with one fist. What a powerful force! Of course, Han Yu hasn't used his energy yet. If he does, the effect will be more amazing. "Shua!" Without waiting for Han Kun to come back, Han Yu took a step and rushed out. Han Kun just staggers to his feet. Han Yu has already rushed to the front. The strong wind driven by his fist makes Han Kun's pupil shrink. In panic, he quickly set up his hands to block. "Bang!" Han Yu's fist hit Han Kun's arm like a sledgehammer. Han Kun stepped back and sat down on the ground. Han Yu chased after him. His body was spinning, and a whip leg was chopped off. It was right on Han Kun's chest. Han Kunzhi felt that his heart was stuffy and his mouth opened with a mouthful of blood. Everyone was stunned. All the elders on the stage had already come to the edge of the stage, and they wanted to stretch their necks into deer. Han Qingyun's face was blue and white. At the same time, his heart was shocked. How could Han Yu have such terrible power? "Have you figured out how to beg for mercy?" Han Yu looks at Han Kun coldly. Han Kun's mind is one Lin, he has a kind of intuition, if not beg for mercy, Han Yu is likely to kill him. "I think..." Before the word "lose" was uttered, Han Yu stepped on Han Kun's mouth. With a slight effort, he heard the sound of teeth breaking. "Wuwuwuwu..." Han Kun screamed with pain, but could not make a sound. "Stop it!" Han Qingyun was shocked. Han Yu glanced at Han Qingyun, snorted coldly, kicked Han Kun in the ribs, and Han Kun rolled off the arena like a sandbag. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
